(G)HOST_The Golden Apple_Rowena's Theme_The House
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(G)HOST
(G)HOST Santhosh Narayan gazed at the young lady in the couch. She really is a damsel indeed. Her wide and beautiful eyes, her rose coloured neck, structured arms and attractive features suggested that she was not only a beauty but also a lady of smartness and intellect. She was under a spell of hypnosis and as a psychiatrist he was to dig into her subconscious mind to know About the problem that was perturbing her. Yesterday she came to his clinic with her parents and two friends. She looked bewildered and refused to answer any of his questions. Her friend M...
The Golden Apple
"So you are saying that there's a golden apple somewhere in the woods?". Asked Logan as he waited for Levi's answer impatiently because he was so interested. "Yes, I'm pretty sure. My dad used to take me to the woods, he told me that many years ago, a tree in that woods grew so big. It was huge. And it only grows golden apples. But people didn't liked that tree. They said it was so huge, it looked evil. So they cut down that tree. That tree was gone many years ago but one of the golden apple is still there somewhere". Levi explained. "Ok then, lets go find it". Logan said happily. The two kids...
Rowena's Theme
I’d never given so much thought to the apple, forever grasped in her hands as she sat there, every day and any day when the sun was kind enough to avoid her small realm of shade. I’d really never given so much thought to her, either, but today is different. Today she came against the sun’s will, drenched and muddied up, a greenish-yellow apple still firmly gripped in her hand. She came with a book, more of a journal it seemed, daring the rain to touch the pages. She came for the rain to claim the tears that berate her, letting them add on to the minuscule rivers at her feet. Sitting under tha...
The House
The day started like every other day. The drive from my house to work was about an hour. It's challenging most days, but I really love the area that we live in, the space and friendly neighbors made it worth the drive. Of course, on my way home from town, part of my drive was in the dark. I knew my car sounded different, but I refused to stop at a shop to have it looked at, knowing that my husband could fix it when I returned home. Just as the sunset behind the small hills, my car began sputtering before it completely gave out, coasting to a stop on the side of the road. I tried several times,...