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The Birth of Folklore
When we ask how folklore is formed, it can be formed among groups of people who speak the same language in a small group or in a society. Thus, it seems that folklore has a certain collective birth. What people think and desire as a group is represented by folklore. That is, it shows a representation of the collective thinking of man. A person living in society follows a certain behavior because it is true according to the common thinking of the society. Something that someone presents in a way that suits the collective thinking is accepted by everyone. The stories, poems, dances, etc. that we experience today have survived to this day because they were born collectively at some point.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
2:47
Cerise couldn’t sleep. The clock on her nightstand screamed 2:47 at her. A.M. She had tried not to look in its direction because knowing exactly how much sleep she’d already missed would be disturbing. Calculating how much more she’d miss if sleep didn’t arrive soon made her anxious. And anxiety always robbed her of sleep.
By Marie McGrath9 months ago in Fiction
In the Basement
Basements are rooms loaded with mysteries of all kinds. What kind of mysteries do you think these steps lead? Down the six or more steps you are not sure what you may find especially when you notice the old door is slightly ajar. Basements are usually where families or whomever keep their washer and dryer and whatever down there to keep the rest of the house clutter-free. But...
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
Adrenaline Rush
David Priestley hadn't felt such raw anger and power in his whole life. Sure, he was only a young man of twenty four, but that's a long time to live without feeling this way. It was adrenaline and rage. He was talking to a pretty lady named Rebecca one second, then suddenly some older men began shouting at him inside a bar called Ronnie's which was within the New York district of Queens. It was a busy Saturday night, the bar was full of people, most just wanted a good time but others came out looking for a fight, some just wanted a shag. Now, Rebecca was already some guy's gal. Of course, David didn't know this, yet that's why he was confronted by a short Italian American man and three other men in sharp, black suits.
By Joseph Roy Wright9 months ago in Fiction








