She wrote the last sentence of her letter and looked at her neat handwriting on the white sheet. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and set the paper free out of her hands and watched its flying like a white delicate butterfly. She knew it would never reach him. At that moment she [...]
Saturday, August 16, 2008
First snowflake of the year. She focused her looks on the calendar to confirm the date once more - - 3rd of February - - her birthday. She woke up earlier today although it was weekend. She opened the curtains to a white world and started to watch the snow even without blinking her eyes. [...]
Thursday, July 31, 2008
He could hardly walk. He was carrying an unseen burden. His feet were heavy, as if there were a million passages clung to his tired shoes. His heart was heavy, as if a million sinful thoughts were stuffed into his intentions. His eyes were heavy, as if a million repentant tears flooded the gates of his [...]
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Spiritual Stories may be a comparatively new genre, but as more and more of us seek for meaning in our lives, it’s an important and rapidly growing one. It’s also one that really enables and encourages those new to writing to have a go: it’s healing and it’s liberating. In this guide, Chris clearly and [...]
Thursday, July 31, 2008
It had been quite a tiring journey for her but thinking of her target made her forget all the distress going on for hours. When she was about to get on the plane, butterflies were fluttering their wings in her stomach; she felt like a little kid on her first day at school. She kept [...]
Monday, July 28, 2008
Elizabeth Gutman seemed extraordinarily powerful, both in intellect and in her clear resonant voice as she lectured about The Golden Bowl, in a packed, overheated third floor lecture hall. Yet physically, she appeared fragile. She wore no makeup. She dressed for winter in two or three layers of well-worn cardigans and a long wool coat, [...]
Monday, July 21, 2008
Exactly 6:30pm. The clock in the tower chimed. I felt the coldness of the night as the sun descended. I said good-bye to him at the gate, outside my house. He was in a rush; he’d remembered he has a train to catch – missing it, he feared would be an unbearable pain for the [...]
Sunday, July 20, 2008
She was in the kitchen when she heard him open the front door. He closed it with a bang that shook her whole being. She moved away from the stove and craned her neck tracing his footsteps with her ears. Her heart sank in her body when his footsteps approached. He stopped for a second; [...]
Monday, July 14, 2008
He was looking out of the window of the top floor of the hotel, his eyes locked on the horizon, when the door was knocked twice. He thought she was on time; they could watch the sunset together sitting on the terrace feeling the chilling wind on their faces. That was the best place also [...]
Monday, July 14, 2008
In the year 1950, an old man would visit our village every month. It was strange that he would always appear at the exact same time, every time He had many small colorful toys, which were so enchanting that they always made me follow him through the streets. But my parents knew him for bigger [...]
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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