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A Memory of Rain
That memory: the staccato drum on the old, corrugated iron roof of the shed, the rivulets forming in dust so dry, it was like face powder, and then, her mouth open as splashes of earthy rain hit her tongue, cold, startling, wonderful. That memory was so cherished – she inhaled these imaginings deep into her heart.
By Michèle Nardelli3 years ago in Fiction
A Modern Moirai
A Modern Moirai I know it is a little bit crazy to spend hours and hours at my cutting table, turning a rainbow of colors and patterns of perfectly good cottons into precisely crafted strips and pieces, wild shapes and harmonious images. Crazier still to think that somehow assembling them into meticulously sewn blocks and squares and rectangles and circles will result in something better than existed before I took scissors and rotary cutter in hand and sliced and clipped my way through the stacks of fabric. And yet, who is to say that cutting and shaping, stitching and blending fabrics is not an echo of the acts of the gods of old? The three Moirai, Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, do the same thing with our lives. Clotho and Lachesis spin and weave our stories until Atropos takes up her mighty shears and clips the thread, ending our time here with a single snip.
By Susan Imbs3 years ago in Fiction
The Creation of a Political Utopian Society
The 2024 U.S. presidential campaign topped the degree of polarization observed in the prior election. Many wondered how the country could be united after the election declared a winner since both the Democratic and Republican candidates vowed to contest the election results irrespective of whether the outcome was definitive or not. God help us was a popular slogan echoed by both candidates during their campaign rallies. And although an independent candidate also ran, most voters understood that this candidate was a spoiler that had little or no choice of capturing the White House.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
A Question Of The Equestrian Plait
I'm a country girl at heart, even though big cities always try to suck me into them. Cities are like sponges. Once you are inside them they don't make it easy to escape. They seem to overload you with dull matters of life, like bills. There are always many more of those in cities. They are expensive places. Good to hide inside away from the crowd. Yet the crowds are vast. Ironic really when one thinks. Vast overcrowded places where no one speaks to anyone unless one has to. Good for tying up one's shoelaces of life I guess. One always seem to be at a starting point in a city or at end game. I always dived in and out as fast I could longing to be in the countryside again.
By Black Dog Productions3 years ago in Fiction
The devil's paradise
CHAPTER ONE Large walls and hallways excited him; the mansion was considerably higher than his expectation. It was cleaned; freshly painted and furnished. The smell of freshly painted walls attracted his conscious. It was built in a large landscape of `10,000 sq.ft and the land area surrounded covered up to a hundred acres. The mansion was always popular; popularly pinned under the name of Earnest family mansion.
By Jayashree M3 years ago in Fiction
Wendigo's Moose
South of Saskatoon in Southern Saskatchewan, fertile farmland produces megatons of wheat and other food crops yearly. This story doesn’t take place there. North of Saskatchewan the fallow soil of the subarctic tundra grows stubby grass, moss, and lichens. This story doesn’t take place there either. Between those two tracts of land is a six-hundred-mile-wide stretch of boreal forest in the midst of winter’s grip. Now there’s a place for a story.
By Karl Van Lear3 years ago in Fiction
The beginning and the end
They never found it. They looked, but they never found it. But they knew about it. The newspapers reported it. That’s why they looked for it. “Aircraft Pay Nightly Call,” said the Montana Record-Herald (September 10, 1917) about flights over Helena. The Western News in Hamilton (September 13, 1917) reported, “Helena Excited about Airplanes: All Kinds of Reputable Citizens Confirm Reports of Night Prowlers.”
By Anne Millbrooke3 years ago in Fiction