Stream of Consciousness
The Needle and Thread of Life
The Needle and Thread of Life: Weaving Tales of Love, Hope, and Resilience In the intricate tapestry of life, the humble needle and thread are more than just mere tools - they are the unsung heroes that stitch together our joys, sorrows, and dreams. With every delicate stitch, they weave a narrative of love, hope, and resilience that transcends time and space.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
Greatness
Greatness: The Unbridled Pursuit of Excellence Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather to celebrate the unyielding spirit of greatness. A quality that transcends mediocrity, shatters glass ceilings, and redefines the boundaries of human potential. Greatness is the fire that burns within us, the spark that sets our souls ablaze, and the fuel that propels us towards excellence.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Fiction
Solstice Spell
It is the longest day of 2024, June 20th, in the northern hemisphere and, unexpectedly, I am back again on this small island, long ago called Taystayic, and now inhabited by painters, artists, musicians, natural lovers, and spiritual people. Among them, my beloved white headed-wrapped Kundalini yoga teachers.
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Fiction
I have a photoshoot tomorrow. Can you recommend me some colors and outfit options that will look good on camera?
Colors: Solid Colors: Opt for solid colors instead of busy patterns. They help keep the focus on you. Bold, Vibrant Colors: Colors like royal blue, emerald green, and rich reds photograph well.
By ODS ACADEMY2 years ago in Fiction
Loki and the bonfires of Austria
Long ago in the Norse Kingdom of Asgard, there were two brothers, Thor (the elder) and Loki(the younger). In truth they were not brothers by blood, but to any onlooker, truly they were brought up as bonded brothers. Odin, the father of the boys and God/King of Asgard, decided it was time for Thor to take his place as the new God, as his father grew weary of the task.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Man of the Year
It’s 8:13p and now I’m starting to worry. He’s late. He’s never late. Punctuality. It’s one of the things I could always appreciate about him. He’s far from perfect as a man, but as a true friend he’s second to none. I take another sip of my cocktail and it urges me to reach out to him. Ok, I’m going to text him.
By Kenneth Boutte2 years ago in Fiction
a heart hurt by the reality of the world
In a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Clara. She was an artist, with a heart full of dreams and a soul that saw beauty in the smallest things. Her days were spent painting vivid landscapes and tender portraits, her brush capturing the essence of a world she hoped was as beautiful as her art.
By Ashari Asgaf2 years ago in Fiction
Mythos of the 9 Muses
In a faraway realm where legends lived, where gods and goddesses reigned supreme, lived the nine Muses, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. They were the most enchantingly beautiful women ever seen and were known as Calliope, Clio, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Terpsichore, Erato, Melpomene, Thalia, and Urania. On hills and mountains they did dwell and Homer and Hesiod wrote fondly of them.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
