Steps Leading Nowhere ~ by Susan Anwin
So there I was, walking (almost) alone among monuments half sunk into the sand, the door openings of the silent tombs yawning like dark mouths.
So there I was, walking (almost) alone among monuments half sunk into the sand, the door openings of the silent tombs yawning like dark mouths.
“She was floating. There were no memories, just the the silence and the dark and and it was alright…” Read the last part of the saga Falcon Feathers here!
“Couriers galloped up and down along the length of the procession, cart drivers cried out. The harness tightened across the backs of the oxen.”
“Blood and soul, flesh and bone,” she recited the ritual text. “Take whichever you like.” “Your hand will do…” Falcon Feather, a new story by Susan Anwin.
“There is something up on the hill,” the baroness told her maid that evening, “something evil.” ~ Falcon Feather, a new story by Susan Anwin.
He created an own universe, went on his own path, and after his poetry arrived to collective consciousness, no one could think the same old ways anymore.
I felt like the bottom of my world fell out. How was I supposed to break down the news to my parents? What was I supposed to tell them?
“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”
She was pretty alright, but beyond that there was something in the way she looked at him, with the ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Look for a star? In the quantum level? Jack, this is not the time to be a jackass.” “What, I’m just trying to be useful.”
In March 2020, the Woman Scream International Poetry and Arts Festival, in its tenth edition, will be under the motto: “Who’s screaming for you?”
Every time I get home, there’s a naked body in the bed. It’s always the same body, female, 30’s, just lying there, pale in the early morning gloom…
The little defect of my kind is widely known, it’s how we are identified by prospective hunters. See, when we fall in love, we undergo certain… changes.
“Hey! Tim! You hear me? Come ‘n get me out of here, bitch! … Look, I really don’t think this is gonna work. We did not part on the best of terms.”
My first instinct was to protest that I wasn’t a vohiek, but the Prince went on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance. I might, still.”
“Any prince or noble would be glad to have that pure blood in their dynasty. Instead of cleaning shit for aristocrats…”
“My… my lord… will you dance the Opening Dance with me…?” the Princess breathed, half her bashful sigh muffled by that famed golden fall of hair.
“And I wish I could just keep silent, I don’t know how I look to you, probably just a fluid being, existing only in your words…”
The international literature festival berlin is committed to human rights, a cosmopolitan outlook, multiple perspectives, dialogue, and hospitality.
“This is a non-smoking institution,” another guy from one of the top bunk beds informed him. Jack tsked at him. “C’mon, no one’s gonna notice.”
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