The Valley_NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR_"The journey mate"_The Lady of the House
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The Valley
I had managed to get lost in the jungle-like Pololu valley where I had slung my hammock up amongst the towering trees for the night. Now I was panicking, while stumbling blindly in the deep ebony blanket of darkness that enveloped everything, slowly encasing me in shadow. My thirst felt suddenly unquenchable, as if I was lost at sea surrounded only by salty water that would act more like cyanide that savior. I needed water. It was at my camp, but where was that? I scrambled frantically along the worn trails that twisted through the valley floor under the canopy. Strange Hawaiian tales of Night...
NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR
Letter to:Next-Door NeighborMr. BellamyLike any street in my town, your town, it is your town too I suppose, being that you pretend to live here. It is a nondescript place I suppose, a speck in the universe, and yet, it is my speck. I came here by accident; time, place, a backlash in history, and now I am for all practical purposes, who I am, because of it. You, the one next door, and your family, alwww.onedoor.ccthough I’ve never met you in the year you’ve lived here, are rumored by others, not to exist. But why you would fabricate a life or family you do not have, is beyond conjecture. Nonetheless, it is ...
"The journey mate"
"The journey mate"By: Syed Nasim Aejaz AshkThey were about two hundred and fifty in number and constantly flying at high speeds towards the destination. The intensity of hunger and thirst had exhausted their body strength to a great extent, but ignoring their surroundings and fatigue they were flying at lightning speed. Though he was also tired, but in view of the fear that his companions might lose the courage, he was showing a little too much self-confidence, hence, he eventually increased his speed gradually, neglecting the intensity of his own hunger and thirst. He and his companions had t...
The Lady of the House
It is a dream for many for many writers to be able to live in the stories they tell. To be able to converse with their characters and touch the things that they can conjure up in their head so they might accurately articulate what it is that they are trying to convey to their beloved readers. A science fiction author would love to reside in his spaceship, writing about the stars he can see up close. Every Tolkien or Lewis would jump at the opportunity to live in their Middle Earth or Narnia, and so on. To many who have attempted to pick up the pen, it is only a dream. But for me… Well, it was ...