Historical
Ocean Odyssey
In the middle of the Pacific, hundreds of miles from civilization, lies an old, battered ship. It belonged to John, a weather-stricken man in his late 40s, embarking on a solo sailing adventure. He was accompanied by his loyal dog, Scout, a sturdy Labrador Retriever. John had always dreamed of sailing the open sea, but with Scout by his side, that dream felt more like a purpose than a mere desire.
By Nasean Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Myth of Illusions
What is History Say About Ilusions One of the most famous allegories in Western philosophy comes from Plato's "Republic." In this allegory, Plato describes a group of prisoners chained inside a cave, facing a wall. They can only see the shadows of objects cast on the wall by a fire behind them. The prisoners mistake these shadows for reality. When one prisoner is freed and ventures out of the cave, he experiences the true world and realizes that the shadows were mere illusions. The allegory explores the idea that our perceptions of reality can be limited or distorted, and true knowledge requires a deeper understanding.
By the author 3 years ago in Fiction
Nails of the Mermammals: A Tail of Origins and Transformations
I counted the days by how much my child's fingernails grew. Half an inch measured two days. One inch measured four days. I knew it would be one week if they became long enough to trim. I taught them this same technique for telling time and space. They had many questions, each of them answered repeatedly and always enthusiastically. I always enjoyed telling them our family's fingernail origin story and why our manicure rituals were so important to us.
By Stephanie Bojanek 3 years ago in Fiction
The Frog Prince
We all know the story about how a frog turns into a prince, don’t we? No? Ok, here's the story for those who forgot: A princess accidentally loses her golden ball in a pond. A friendly frog offers to retrieve it for her, but in return, he asks to become her companion. The princess agrees without intending to keep her promise. However, when the frog reminds her at the palace, she reluctantly fulfills her word. To her surprise, the frog transforms into a handsome prince, revealing that he had been cursed. His curse could only be broken by someone showing him kindness and keeping their promise. Grateful to the princess for her compassion, they fall in love, and the prince is freed from the curse. The story highlights the importance of keeping one's word and demonstrating kindness to others.
By Spencer Hawken3 years ago in Fiction
Top 10 Reasons Bruce Lee May Have Been Superhuman
Bruce Lee, the legendary martial artist and film icon, left an indelible mark on the world with his exceptional physical prowess and unmatched martial arts skills. Renowned for his fanatical commitment to fitness and martial arts, Bruce Lee's abilities seemed almost superhuman, captivating both fans and adversaries alike. In this article, we will delve into the top 10 reasons that lend credence to the belief that Bruce Lee may have been a true superhuman.
By Ally Allany3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for Another Train
He was right there, hanging tight for another train. He was so tired of the metros. Continuously late. Messy. Uproarious. Flying neurotic children moving for dollars. Awful performers. Vast beggars. Also, the purported declarations? An obfuscated, muttering wreck. He stood near the edge of the stage. Not extremely savvy. Individuals got pushed onto the tracks. It was occurring a great deal of late, however all he could imagine was his current go-to word: makes no difference either way. It was a good word. It covered everything. It was his birthday, so he was pondering his life, obviously. For example, it was. Things were going no place. There was no place to go. With time to spare. There were no new plans, no new methodology. It had halted abruptly, the enormous dream. He was conscious at this point. Recently had been the straw that broke the camel's back. It won't work out. Also, presently he didn't have the foggiest idea what to do, who to be. So he remained on the edge of the stage, grasping his folded paper pack, which contained a jar of lager. For what reason did he try and mess with the paper sack? Who in the world minded? When he saw somebody moving a joint on the A train. Some other time he got a brief look at a break pipe party on the M60 transport. So what was he, truly? Only a legacy. An old fellow and his brew, concealed in a paper sack. Who on earth minded? He took a drink and sat tight for the train. And afterward he heard her, behind him and to one side. She was on her telephone. "Hi?" And afterward shock — abrupt, soul-squashing shock as she shouted out, "What?" Her voice fell into a stopping cry. The most awful thing that might have happened had clearly simply occurred. He went to look. Her face was softening. Tears gushed down her cheeks. A man on her left side looked, then returned to his telephone. The lady to one side moved away. The remainder of the group remained in their air pockets and trusted that the scene will end. Try not to look. Try not to respond. Plus, each road show in New York was not entirely clear: was it genuine? Could it be said that she was genuine? Is it safe to say that she was nuts? Was it a put-on? Execution craftsmanship? Intoxicated? Drugs? The majority of the group normally decided not to be essential for the crowd. It was an intense room. In any case, he realized it was genuine. Some way or another. He looked, and afterward he found he was unable to turn away his eyes. He saw her breakdown, her breakdown, her tears. Then out of nowhere a train was there. It was hers yet not his. The entryways opened and she staggered on, crying wildly. He remained there, and afterward unexpectedly he felt something. Distress. Grief. Feel sorry for. For somebody other than himself. He needed to slow down and rest. He gazed as she sat down on the train. He realized he shouldn't, yet he did. Unexpectedly, he felt a sense of urgency to work on something for her. However, what? There was nothing he could do; she was an outsider. Also, that is something else, he thought. For what reason would it be advisable for me to mind? I have issues of my own! I couldn't help myself! Yet, he detected her urgency, and some way or another felt frantic himself. He needed to help her. Yet, how? He continued seeing her, trusting she would think back. Yet, consider the possibility that she did. What then, at that point? A grin? Approval? Despicable! Would it be a good idea for him to get on her train? His brain hustled. To do what? This is insane! He made a stride, yet the entryways were shutting. It was past the point of no return. He kept his eyes on her, watching her through the window, and unexpectedly, without understanding, he had assembled his hands, as though to supplicate. He was stunned. What was this? He didn't supplicate! However, perhaps she would see it, the signal, perhaps it would mean something. He continued to take a gander at her, however she didn't think back. And afterward, very much like that, she was rolling ceaselessly, then, at that point, gone, leaving him remaining there with his request and his lager, hanging tight for another train.
By Edris Post3 years ago in Fiction
