Novel Allen
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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Striped Tiger, Red Bridge
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. On such nights, if you are extremely quiet, and creep silently and unseen to the edge of the Red Bridge of Wishes, you will perhaps see Zinbar the striped kind faced tiger, hidden in the bulrushes, watching Mayling.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
A Bridge to the Gods
Every night at midnight, the Purple Clouds came out to dance with the Blushing sky. Oh! How wonderfully they cued their music to the heavenly, adorable and most graceful Waltzes, Cachuchas, Adanos and Carimbos, they did the Pop-Lock-and Drop, all the while doing the WITCHES REEL, Chachas, Flamencos, Rhumbas, Sambas, and Malaguenas. You should see them do the Lambada and the Hokey-Pokey all the way down to the adoring leaves upon the welcoming arms of the stately Oak and worshipping Weeping Willow trees. From the trees a Purple Rainbow Bridge is formed which reaches up to gates of Purple Palace Heaven. The clouds enveloped the entire world in complete purple splendor.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
A talk with Adam and Eve
The large, majestic lion sat sunning himself in the open field, comfortable and completely at peace with the world around him. That is until I landed a few inches from his perplexed face, seemingly out of the blue. One minute I wasn't there, and the next I was, close to a field where workers were clearing the ground for crop, half naked loin cloth wearing workers, who I didn't really see at first. All I saw was this huge lion.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie and Floyde. Top Story - February 2023.
"I am a bad apple". At least that's what Mama used to say. She was so strict and stern that I never got to have any fun. Papa was much better, he used to hang out with me, and we had some really good times. He took me to all kinds of sporting matches, granted I couldn't tell one game from the other. Football, Soccer, Cricket, Baseball, Golf, well, I tell ya, they just seemed like a lot of people running around all the time. But, I just loved hanging out with him, I loved Papa. Then he just upped and died from something in his brain. Why the stupid doctors allowed that to happen, I just couldn't tell.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
