Lost Things_THE KILLED VERSION RISES_Release-of-Aadne_Delusions of Grandeur
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Lost Things
A soft sigh left her lips as she leaned her head back against the seat. The train swayed gently back and forth, a soft rumble that faded into the background like white noise. Hana hugged her bag to her chest as she closed her eyes, knowing she had at least an hour before they reached her stop. It was a brief moment of peace, a balm to soothe the headache of a day she’d had.First, another woman had bumped into her that morning, spilling coffee down the front of her shirt. There was no time to go back and change before her first class of the morning began, so she’d had to do what she could with...
THE KILLED VERSION RISES
Monday, 03/20/2023 as if coming out of a trance, eager to reconnect with sources and facts, diligently managed the cluttered Gmail inbox. Then one of those e-mails woke me up so rousingly that it lit the fuse for the powder barrel of the third and final act of my life.He invited me to an international competition of authors and offered me some prompts, among which the one that saddened me proposed that I retell an old story, from my point of view.It was presumably the coincidence of pine providence with my attention and I felt, then, the action of my heart's starter to the central engine of th...
Release-of-Aadne
He walked into the past Into the whole, Where she could not enter She met him on long bridge In the middle – He passed by glancing at her And that was his lifetime. A longing to belong to the whole – He turned his back To walk into the beyond Crossed the bridge, Beyond the mountain – Still whispering from everywhere !! He met her multiple times. And then Walked away into Nothingness. Aadne felt a presence, always felt it. A beautiful, pleasant, comforting, loving presence. A warm aura around her, constantly moving with her in the space. She lived in Anahata. She had moved here this time...
Delusions of Grandeur
I shouldn’t be doing this…“I think I want to go with them…” Bertramus choked on the words as he said it. The acrid smoke from his father-in-law’s mahogany pipe scratched its way into Bertramus’ nostrils and clawed at his throat. He kept his gaze at the half-eaten plate in front of him, but he could still feel Gisella’s icy gaze from across the table. The crackling fire in the hearth behind her did nothing to warm his www.onedoor.ccwife’s stare. Her father spoke first.“No. You don’t.” Puffs of smoke billowed out after every word. “You will stay here. Be responsible. And do the right thing for your family.” ...