The Bellowing Ones_Inequity_Blood brothers_First Year Blues
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The Bellowing Ones
It all began one summer’s day. Four suns are up on a warm afternoon on the remote planet of Tremmour. Separated, beyond reach. A distant cousin perhaps to earth. Both planets are based upon comparable terrains, the inhabitants are almost indistinguishable, yet the very essence of nature is alive back on the rolling plains, I once called home.The plants and the trees all united to a consciousness that sees all hears all. Yet, the inhabitants simply cannot agree on common ground. Pride, the lust for power, and envy have blinded the eyes of a nation once known for its generosity. I was walking t...
Inequity
‘Shravan dear, Juwww.onedoor.ccst because we won’t be here doesn’t mean that you can roam around the city with your friends and come home late.’, instructed Shravan's dad.Shravan nodded his head in fear.‘Don’t scold him unnecessarily. He doesn’t roam around the city during late nights. He is a good guy.’, said Shravan's mother patting his head.Shravan smiled looking at her.‘Take care, son. We’ll be back by tomorrow evening.’, said his mother and left along with his father.Shravan is a twenty years old, introverted guy. He doesn’t like socializing so he denied attending the wedding at Indore. His parents ha...
Blood brothers
If you follow Omura’s whale to the place where palmheads dance on the sea’s bravest mountain, that is where you will find it.I never wanted to leave my island, for it was a paradise.Her name is Nagui, which means ‘the fearless one’, and my brother Nop and I had grown up happy in the arms of her lagoon.Nop and I often walked together to the far side of the island where he would spearfish and I would search for the nests of sea turtles beneath the dunes. It was on one of these walks that he asked me how our island got her name, for although I was only a year older than him, I knew far more about...
First Year Blues
I thought going off to college would be the answer for me. Pulling into the campus grounds, our little lemon car bouncing along the road up to the top of the hill, shaded by towering hemlocks and firs, I envisioned my first year like the naïve person I was.I saw myself writing poetry everywhere on the campus grounds, under sweeping boughs of sycamores and cherry blossoms. I saw myself making life-long friends in the first couple of weeks and acing all my classes, with a few bumps here and there. I saw myself doing all of that, my vision tainted by how gullible I was to what would hold me back ...