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By dawn, a few of Tez’ Mu’s assumptions had been proven correct, earning him his escorts’ begrudging respect. Merchants using the Mirin route were now being allowed into the city, though the Keolyor had doubled security. That was an opportunity, one he intended to use.
Poetry, in many instances, resists the desire to be confined to a single definition. Ask a magazine editor, a poet, and a critic what poetry is, and their responses will differ—despite their frequent intimacy with the form. One might argue that a poem is meant to be experienced, not defined. Yet often, the reader encountering a work of poetry seeks both experience and comprehension. They don’t just want to feel the poem; they want to understand it—to walk away satisfied with that experience because they “have a rational understanding of that experience,” as Yvor Winters put it.
First, we had the problem of handling so many entries via email. A lot of writers want to get published here. So we decided to create a uniform system so that admin would work easily and accept your story easily. Now we have submissions that are sometimes not up to...
Love Lost They bade her goodbye She bade them good riddance They couldn't wait till she got back She couldn't wait till she left They counted the hours till the reunion She counted the hours till boredom She called every month Then the day came When they realized She...
It was 6:23 pm, and he was still on his work desk. Life and work balance has been a mirage so far for him. He has to slave, if he wants to eat. “Yusuf, the presentation should be ready before 7 am tomorrow. I cannot fall behind schedule, you know this is very...
After School: An Anthology . . . I held the pen to write, lividly. The pen had a rope tied to it, an unattractive one. “This bank people self. I will trust you people with my money, all of it. But you can’t trust me with your pen. Ordinary Pen! Hay God! Evil people...
Writing is Easy.... Until you're trying to get something out of your mind and you're having clogs wishing it became even easier but no, it keeps clustering and the words become too heavy to be sifted hence you're all in your mind talking to yourself about how you...
Have you ever wondered why you give up so easily when pursuing an endeavor that has been benefitting the people around you? Have you ever wondered why it seems you can't get past the initial start up phase? Have you ever wondered why you have a long list of unfinished...
Junne: .....I am the girl who wants more and I think you're too laid back Chuck: I'm the guy who wonders.... Wonder why she thinks I'm laid back but then, I just got back... Junne: He is so ordinary. It was a different him that day at the Park. With a...
Who is a protagonist? The protagonist is simply the character that the story revolves around. While there are other important characters, major and minor, two things might happen to a story if the main character dies; 1, the story ends and 2, a new main character...
Sophia kept running without looking back, not even to check the liquid that flowed from her. At first, it felt cold, and then it became sticky as it found its way to her feet. She was losing her strength and indeed her life with every stride. All she wanted was to get...
11:01 AM The sun was up ahead yet the ground was cold. Birds circled in the sky above. Dancing, diving and getting lost in the veil of cloud then reappearing in another while I watched, my body too heavy to move. Dizzy and weak, eyelids fluttering every minute, their...
