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The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 18
I sighed, thinking I must find out if the diamond in my possession was natural and, if so, how many carats. Of course, the problem was that I had a weapon, and I couldn't really let anyone touch it until I knew exactly what it was. I sat there, afraid to move, wondering what the gypsy had seen while she was reading my palm.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Harriet's Hesitation
A mysterious unknown father is all very well, if one is a character in a novel, but there are benefits to a loving husband and in-laws who adore you. Miss Emma Woodhouse had all the advantages in life, and must therefore be forgiven a somewhat rose-coloured view of the world.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 17
I looked around to get my bearings since I'd jumped off the train randomly for fear of being watched. I was at Grand Central Station. The closest was at 5th Avenue and 40th Street East. Though I'd lost track of time, I knew the library would still be open. I set my course and began a brisk walk of a couple of blocks. Walking was therapeutic and much needed in my hyper-harrassed state.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter 1 "A Provencal Holiday"
Chapter One A Provencal Holiday July was nearing its final curtain. The time for the season of tourists and sightseers to host its last few nights of bustling parties. Time for the starry-eyed crowds to reawaken to the real world and return to the humdrum of their normal lives – or at least most. For many this otherworldly magic had become a lifestyle, in many ways a religion; transforming this once ordinary place into a site of devout pilgrimage.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Dracula
Perhaps if Abraham (Bram) Stoker (1847–1912) had not suffered from an illness that forced him to bed until the age of eight, the themes of endless sleep and resurrection from the world of the dead would not have inflamed his imagination so much. The miraculous healing, the physical recovery of which he was the protagonist, capable of transforming an infirm into an athlete, has much in common with the myth of the vampire who, through blood, rejuvenates, regenerates his tissues, inverts the course of nature.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction
Finding the Future in the Past
No one can hear your screams in the vacuum of Space. Or at least, that’s what they say…. Vulcan is the Lord of the Fires of the Heavens. No wonder he made his abode so close to the mightiest Star we humans have ever seen. Yes, the Sun is thought to be the greatest celestial object within our own solar system. This is far from true, however.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
Coming into Focus
We met that night in the graveyard. I’d snuck out of the house to go smoke with my friends in the graveyard. We sat in the grass, leaning against the headstones, making up stories about how everyone died. I took full advantage of the captive audience. Hopping on top of a memorial bench, I called out, “Behold the tale of Harold Drammer, the farmer who dreamed of drumming.
By Katie Spina3 years ago in Fiction
