Novel Allen
Bio
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 (827/0)
She waits for me beneath the lake, my twin
Every night at midnight she calls for me. I awake in a cold sweat, and I hear her calling and beckoning me to the waters. Dorothea. My twin. How evil was she?. I will try to explain and ask you to form your own opinion on the matter.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Horror
The "REAWAKENING"
He is forty one years old. And, me? Well, I am a rose starting to fade. Or so I thought. There are heartfelt tears in my eyes, trying to write this little tale about feelings and the unexpected, thrilling, miraculous, unexpected, mind numbing, pulse throbbing, ecstasy awaiting and anticipated joy that I felt offering him an innocent embrace of consolation and friendship.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Humans
I love my job because.......
NO! That is not me. That is just how I feel sometimes. When things get really overwhelming, and I want to get lost in fantasy. Kind of like I am the one out there saving the world. Or I am making a movie, and I am the good bad guy ready to save the world.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Journal
Pets, they are great
The kids are grown, have families and pets of their own, and are making their own pet stories. The pets of childhood are a pleasant and distant cherished memory. The photo above is from Unsplash, by a lovely lady, named Krista Mangulsone whom I do not know, but admire her taste in photography.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Petlife
Fragrant Wildflowers with a dash of Temptation
It is a beautifully glorious sunny summers day. Perfect for a sprightly hike in the countryside. After a really long walk, I finally found a picturesque spot to laze in the sunshine. The English landscape with its flora and fauna has outdone itself today.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction