Purple Scales_Making Peace_Moment_Night Writer
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Purple Scales
“Oh man, that’s a nice van,” I gazed longingly at the vehicle that was parked on the side of the road. The back window was covered in dirt, there were dents along the side doors and the bumper was hanging off owww.onedoor.ccn one side. But still, a nice van. “Hey, Luce, I bet you can’t spruce it up,”Lucinda glared at me for a moment before responding. “You rhymed two times too many in the past minute. I mean, I know you’re a poet or whatnot but I can only handle so much, Davie.”“A bard, if you please,” I responded, voice going high and reedy. Lucinda rolled her eyes. She does that a lot. We’ve been walking...
Making Peace
It was 2:15 am, and Kamil knew that it was it for sleep. The insomnia was a debilitating disease that had no cure. He had consulted every doctor, tried every type of sleeping pill, every known remedy on the Internet and nothing had worked. The magic realm of sleep was not one that he could so easily penetrate.Back in Nepal, when the sleep was drained from his soul, the man would go out and sit in a tree. His property overlooked a huge Savannah and there were tigers roaming about, their green translucent eyes shiny in the face of the luminous moon.In North America, he stared out the back wind...
Moment
Childhood memories are very blissful moments in all of our lives which we live only once. We all have many moments which remain capture like a photo frame in our life forever. There are lots of good-terrible memories of our childhood which become wonderful remembrance as we become an adult. It sometimes brings a smile to our faces whenever we recall those days and sometimes it haunts us as soon as we remember them as those moments become histories in our life. There are several small-big events that occur in everyone’s life. The time actually when those events are happening in our life we fee...
Night Writer
At midnight, I stared out the window of my attic room, watching cars roll by the street lamps. Nobody prowled the streets. Even the neighborhood cats had chosen to go elsewhere. I frowned at the abandoned pink Power Wheels car on someone's lawn.Unable to sleep, I'd switched on my computer, hoping to get a start on a novel, some...thing worth publishing, but the tower hummed idle, Wordpad showing a blank page.Nothing on the street provided any inspiration. Not even an owl flitted by to inspire me. I didn't want to go out, though.I sat in front of the keyboard, making a tentative start.I had an ...