Eternal City_The Fruithole Courts - A mid-summer comedy_The Wind Prince_Stories are like Sunlight
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Eternal City
I’d finally done it, and my heart was bursting with emotions to which I could not lay a name. My nearly lifelong dream had manifested into a reality. And what a wonderful, amazing, and unforgettable reality! I had waited years for it, and it had not disappointed in the least. It was just as I’d always known it would be and had been more fulfilling than anything imaginable – save giving birth to two children – in my lifetime.It was nearly sunset, and I sat drinking a glass of Tuscan Merlot on the outside patio of La Soffita Renovatico, a restaurant not too far from the Vatican. The beautiful co...
The Fruithole Courts - A mid-summer comedy
You could cut the tension in the air with a sharp knife. Feet shifted uneasily. Someone started finger drumming on the table, and then stoppewww.onedoor.ccd abruptly. The silence after the weird outburst only made the tense air even tighter. Around the table, nature didn't give a damn. Fireflies danced around the intensity, making beautiful light patterns unconcernedly. At looking distance, a sparkling green pool... Well, sparkled. You've got to hand it to the Khabunds, a courtyard dining area was bliss. A chair was awkwardly adjusted. A bag fell on the soft grass and was hastily picked by mortified finge...
The Wind Prince
The streak of murky dark blended with the golden strip that rose over the far horizon. The sun shone like a golden tunnel on their kingdom, dawning a new day like never before. As the sunlight brightened the valley, Zephyr closed his eyes, soaking in the warm and delicate morning.Opening his eyes, he noticed a massive flock of starlings crossed the sky and Zephyr wished for a moment that he could follow them, that he could fly away with them and leave the castle life behind. But he couldn’t. The responsibilities of a prince.A knock sounded, and Zephyr turned around. The living space connected ...
Stories are like Sunlight
Feeling has no form, nor shape. It is not hidden from us, we see it in our eyes and our actions, but it is often unacknowledged and thus misunderstood. Humans tend to explain this phenomenon with stories; words with meaning, combined as wisdom. We speak of things, great and evil things, as if they teeter on the edge of our world - imagined. That is the lie we learn to love. We imbue our souls with words to speak and yet cannot say exactly what we wish. Our hearts pound for truth. And yet, it is in this illusion of understanding that we lose ourselves. Feeling may have no form, nor shape. It ma...