A. W. Knowland
Bio
I live in my imagination. I write so you can visit.
Stories (9/0)
Rest Resolution
I've often made the mistake that a New Year's resolution requires self-improvement, that somehow a drastic change would better my life. But change for the sake of change isn't healthy, nor does it last for too long. The same is true if we change solely for the sake of others, as it becomes counterproductive. So in this upcoming New Year, we should seek to add the things that will improve or better our lives.
By A. W. Knowland4 months ago in Journal
Frederic's Fairy
A father once asked his son, "When does a story stop being a story—when it was once truth or when it becomes real?" In the town of Autumn, fall is a season most cherished. When the trees become barren and the leaves paint the ground, a special kind of celebration begins. Neighbors flock together, sharing their bounties of fruits, vegetables, and grains. As all the months of hard work come to fruition, reaping what was sowed for harvest.
By A. W. Knowland6 months ago in Fiction
CYCLE IV
On a warm sunny day, a twenty-seven-year-old Lebanese woman reads beneath a pear tree. Her attention sways, hearing sounds of laughter from a distance. She glances to the side, observing the merriment of children. As she returns to her reading, her book slips from her lap. A handsome, tall man with long dark hair and kind eyes retrieves it for her.
By A. W. Knowland9 months ago in Fiction
CYCLE III
When the CYCLE first began, our most precious resource vanished. With society unable to reproduce, the remaining children became more vulnerable than ever. Treated as commodities, they were bought and sold. The enormous desire to become a parent was prevalent, sought by the most affluent of social classes.
By A. W. Knowland9 months ago in Fiction
CYCLE II
In a white lab secluded from the outside world, a teenage African-American girl spends her days alone. Countless hours without a moment's rest, her days seamlessly overlap. The quiet stillness in the air would have anyone mad, but not her as she is determined—driven, like someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her name tag reads, "Dr. Julia Torquinn."
By A. W. Knowland10 months ago in Fiction
Wandering Mind
For as long as I could remember, inner peace came in the form of a wandering mind. Each time I was ever sad, angry, doubtful, or unable to face my problems, I would take a walk to find a crowded place to stop and stare. It was there that I found comfort and inner peace, observing and imagining the lives of passersby. I'd often wonder who these people were, the problems they face, and other aspects of their lives.
By A. W. Knowland10 months ago in Journal
Cuddle Me Comfort
In the summer of 09, I was planning a trip to Indonesia. I purchased a flight with Japanese Airlines, which would take about fourteen hours. Knowing the trip would be overwhelmingly exhausting, I decided to stay a night in Japan to recuperate.
By A. W. Knowland10 months ago in Journal
The Barn
In the small rural town of Plainview, Wisconsin, there lies an old, rundown barn. Painted in red with white outlines, it stands amongst the other dilapidated structures. The surrounding landscape, which once had lush cultivated fields, is now a shadow of its self. The chipped paint, broken tools, and overgrown weeds, have become the prevailing tone.
By A. W. Knowland10 months ago in Horror
CYCLE
Humanity lost the ability of childbearing, a gift granted to all life on this planet. Cursed with eternal reincarnation, we roam the world in different shells. Those who died returned, emerging from random bodies of water. Always the age of ten, and always as someone else. With memories still intact, we continue to live life with infinite second chances.
By A. W. Knowland11 months ago in Fiction
