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Arcadia in a Sicilian Painting
ARCADIA in a Sicilian Painting It was a thick grove of white poplars, flowering thorns and intricate thickets, in which a thousand amorous vines intertwined, and with tight lacing enwound. In the fields, that could be seen at a little distance, it seems that Mistress Nature wanted the earth to compete with the beauty of the stars of the sky by the variety of Her panoply of flowers. And it was there that the Springtime of the Fables unrolled Her painted carpets, for the gardens of Jupiter: or not otherwise than in the great stained-glass windows of variegated squares and triangles and such in mosaic, all seen in vast swaths of undulating change, and the sunflowers beam on the meadow.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
Questioning
It’s been weeks since I dropped them off at the ferry dock. “Don’t call me,” I told them, “Don’t call any number that goes back to the Punishment.” Blair had nodded in a way that made me sure she understood, and wonder if she’d already decided not to. She was only 15, barely 15. To the Fa’e that may be adult, but I wonder if she’s grown up enough to handle being away from home. Blair Jamison’s not just another soldier, in the end she is a pampered rich girl. She’s has the same bruises as everyone else in her class, the same ones we all get during combat training. She would have been a solid soldier, if she had stayed.
By Alice Wakefield3 years ago in Fiction
Psychological Horror
The old house stood ominously at the end of the street, its crumbling façade and broken windows hinting at a dark history. It was said that those who entered never returned the same. Samantha, a young psychology student fascinated by the human mind, couldn't resist the allure of the abandoned house. Ignoring the warnings of her friends, she ventured inside, eager to explore the depths of psychological horror firsthand.
By Ademola Samuel 3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Love. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: Serendipitous Encounter As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the city, Sarah found herself lost in the bustling streets. She had always been a dreamer, with her head in the clouds and a heart full of longing for something more. On this particular evening, fate intervened, guiding her to a quaint café tucked away on a quiet corner.
By Word Weaver 3 years ago in Fiction
Would you Like a Bag with That?
Gretchen pondered each ka-ching of the till as customer after customer passed through her line. Management had told her this morning: always ask if they want a bag, don’t just give it them. This is absolutely a matter of policy. She was favorite cashier at the neighborhood liquor store, and although she did not drink, she flourished in this world of colorful bottles. Every customer had their story, and they all gave it in summary or installment as she checked them out at the line. She thought she should compile the little stories into a huge book, to showcase a slice of life. She rehearsed to herself: always remember to ask if they would like a bag; never just give it to them; that’s the key.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Fallen Sun Manor: Unleashing the Shadows
Once a grand estate known as Fallen Sun Manor, the dilapidated mansion stood as a haunting reminder of a dark and troubled past. Rumors of unspeakable horrors that had unfolded within its walls echoed through the town, leaving a sense of dread in its wake. The legend had it that the previous owner, the enigmatic Robert Crowley, had conducted sinister experiments in his quest for immortality.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
