Novel Allen
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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~~ Rabindranath Tagore~~
Stories (828/0)
Say what we will about AI, but sometimes it surprises us!
I sat lost in thought, happily strumming away at my beginning to wear out keyboard keys, they have seen a lot of literary action these past few years. But let me not digress. I needed to find a perfectly fitting word for my article, having no intention of using AI to write anything.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Humor
The Hunter Warrior
Nyalla crouched low behind the large cluster of Mopane trees with their beautiful butterfly shaped leaves. Her eyes were glued to the grazing animal, cautiously awaiting her kill for the evening meal. The day was warm, but a slight breeze caressed the overhead limbs as they swayed delicately and soothingly, cooling her skin. Nearby, the Kigelia Africana, the comical looking Sausage tree, with its fruit closely resembling a sausage, swayed teasingly, inviting a juicy bite. Yet, she mused, this fruit is poisonous to humans, while animals can somehow devour it without harm.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Fiction
Japanese courting customs
I recently wrote a poem for Babs Iverson's "Ask me in December" unofficial challenge. This led me to hastily research a bit on Japanese courting practices, fearing that I might have somehow misrepresented the customs of these wonderful people.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Writers
A minute's interlude 😵
In a fragrant garden I lay, amidst perfumed garlands and an overflowing arrayed abundance of flowery dew kissed blossoms. Blooms of all colors beckoned, importuning me to stop and inhale their lovely fragrances. Yet, how could I choose, when in all of their wonderous beauty, I longed to be lost.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
The Gen Z Entrepreneurial Revolution Top Story - April 2024
It is hardly debatable that the world has always been run by a bunch of aging dinosaurs, mostly male, who refuse to allow the younger generation to bring about changes. Politicians and leaders everywhere refuse to release the reigns of creativity and leadership until they are dead or dying. It is time to give the young a chance to revolutionize and change the entire landscape of their existence. Those of us with one foot in the grave, so to speak, should wake up and realize that we are not the ones who will be living in the world in the years to come.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Writers
Armageddon, the aftermath.
The celestial clock ticked ominously on in Heaven, poignantly nonchalant, as if completely unaware of the world extinction impact of the next sixty seconds. One minute to twelve midnight on a specifically designated night in the immortal realms of the gods. The angels were adorned in all their glory and arrayed in sequence, according to the hierarchy of their ranks.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction