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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 (870/0)
Through a magnifying glass to find a father
Looking back, I don't remember ever saying Happy Father's Day to my father. We were all so busy rushing headlong into this business of eking out and forging a livable existence, that the little important things got lost along the way. So now I will have to reserve that honor for our meeting in the afterlife. May you rest in peace, father dear.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Confessions
The real dragons who will judge our stories
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley is what everyone is saying, Tlomeny, who are they getting all this information from, all these stories are making my head spin, is it...."? "Well let me just stop you right there missy. First of all, you all know nothing of dragons. Did you stop to consult a real dragon to get all the facts. Of course not, you all just took it upon your human heads and started spitting out a whole distorted confabulation of misinformation from here there and everywhere, it's enough to give us dragons nightmares for the rest of our lives".
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
When dragons became pixies
There weren't always dragons in the Valley of the small world of the Freedom pixie sprites. My name is Moonbeam, and long ago I started dreaming of these wonderful flying beings with multicolored wings and beautiful kind eyes that wished to be my friends. When we spoke, we somehow understood each other. They were pleasant dreams, the kinds that made you wake up smiling and wishing that they were real.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Never take a baby dragon to a reggae concert
There weren't always dragons in the Valley deep in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica. Tonight up at the Marijuana Resort Lodge many bands were in competition for first prize of a loan of a baby dragon. They had come from far and wide just to jam with Ocean the baby dragon.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The persuasive power of images
"Like the Entomologist in search of colorful butterflies, my attention has chased, in the garden of gray matter, cells with delicate and elegant shapes, the mysterious butterflies of the soul, whose beating of wings may one day reveal to us the secret of the mind"....Santiago Ramon y Cahal....on the persuasive power of images.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Humans
Secrets and betrayal
There weren't always dragons in the Valley where faeries and magic kept a hidden fountain of eternal healing. Queen Vashti knew that story quite well. She envisioned the dangers fast approaching their peaceful fortified stronghold. Plans were being formulated in her mind as she watched her husband Magnon, king of the formidable dragon kingdom of Zalakon. For as he paced back and forth along the glistening marbled terrace high above the vast palace of the dragons, his mind was in turmoil of again facing an upheaval and an uncalled for war.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The beauty in graffiti's artform. Top Story - May 2022.
Years ago graffiti was viewed as an illegal activity and condemned as malicious destruction of property. It was seen as mere vandalism by the wayward wanton youth who was a waster of time and was also a scourge on society. We never stopped to think that it was the youth trying to express themselves in the only way that they had available to them. That they found and saw beauty in the freeform of expression giving their voices an outlet and substantive value. Beauty is everywhere. One just has to look hard enough.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Journal
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