Love
Shiva and Uma
There once was a man called Shiva who lived as an ex-patriot in a strange and far-away land. He worked very hard at the top of a multi-storied office tower. He worked for many years with single-minded concentration. He had no time or energy for love. He had relationships but they usually meant very little to him. He had no time for anything but his work. His apartment held no food or luxuries. His robe, no casual clothes, just suits and ties, briefcase and cufflinks. He rarely saw or spoke to his family. He had few friends as he didn’t have the time or energy friendships demanded. All his energy was devoted to work. Because Shiva was so honest, so generous and good, the Goddess Lakshmi stayed near him and shared with him the wealth of the world. He had accumulated great amounts of gold and money.
By Anna Bennetts4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle of It
Mekayla was no longer cold. She was shaking out of fear as well as pain. With every step Brett took closer to her she saw her whole life played out in front of her. She saw herself as a little girl playing with her sisters, graduating high school, going away to college. She saw Erik in their freshman year in college before the hair grew. She saw them both studying for exams, going to poetry events, spending holidays together. She remembered braiding his hair, playing spades, smoking together. She remembered how he looked when he performed his poetry, the fact that he couldn’t stand losing unless it was to her.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Love Triangle 11: Twins
Hanukkah that year wasn't an especially joyful one for the Wedemeyers. Peter's mother insisted that her son visit but refused to invite his wife. After an angry Peter refused to visit without Veronica, she reluctantly relented and agreed that her daughter-in-law could visit for a little while one night. Conversation was strained, and both couples were relieved when the visit was finally over.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Tess
The moon is the only guiding light for drivers who venture along through the night. Did you know it changes in every state? It has preferences, clinging closer to some more than others. I drive with it as my only direction. As it pulls me along, I cannot help but hope it is stronger than the pull your existence has over me.
By Candess D. Webster4 years ago in Fiction
Analyzing Rowling's Writing
Something has made me wonder for a long time in regards to a conversation between Dumbledore and Snape in the Harry Potter stories. I'm a huge fan of the series and Rowling's writing. No, I did not read all the books, but paid careful attention to the movies and to what most people say about Rowling's world. The conversation I'm bringing up took place in Dumbledore's office or quarters. He and Snape were talking about Harry Potter - the boy who lived - the boy was was saved - the boy with the birthmark. As a literature analyst equipped with an education that taught me to consider various details to understand plot and character development, I will state boldly that Harry Potter is the main character, the protagonist, and the Christ-figure of the first series of stories. That being said, I have often wondered why Dumbledore, Harry's favorite elder and the one whom Harry trusts the most, would tell Snape "Harry Potter must die." It seemed to be a very contradictory statement for Dumbledore to confide with Snape about. Even Snape, whose interests were not really about Harry, seemed confused by Dumbledore's theory about Harry.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 years ago in Fiction
That'll be 25 cents please
The universe holds her breath for this precious moment. My once puny, insignificant, meaningless existence vanishes, the boring desperation of my unawakened soul has been dragging me helplessly along, kicking and screaming through the dregs of life, cleverly withholding the surprise it has in store for me, sensing my deep longing, the anticipation of the arrival of something un-named, barely perceptible: underground, gestating just below the surface; the seed of a flower not quite ready to bloom.
By Tiffiny Chine4 years ago in Fiction
