J. Nicholas Merchen
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The Passion of Neglect
Some people are born into opulent mansions. Each room has gratuitous space, and, no matter how it is filled, the room feels cold and unbecoming toward life. The furniture and other accessories are made of such fine material that they are not wont to be used. The rugs and drapes are imported from various continents and countries and are of nonpareil craftsmanship. Every aspect of every room has not been spared of quality.
By J. Nicholas Merchen2 years ago in Fiction
When the Silent Speak
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. On this night, the moon was high; the breeze gave soft, sporadic gusts; and the stars hung unencumbered by clouds. It was, Eleanor had noted, a beautiful summer night. She loved the night—loved the peace, the quiet, and the freedom to dream that it offered—and had been humming to herself as she made her rounds. The village had sat silent for hours—she hadn’t even heard any of the babies cry. Eleanor loved how volunteering for the night watch meant little chores for the day, and how it gave her the privacy and solitude from her siblings that she so craved.
By J. Nicholas Merchen2 years ago in Fiction
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