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by Jonathan Ferrini I checked in to the venerable hotel sitting atop Nob Hill in San Francisco greeting the cable car riders ascending California Street. It appeared in many well-known movies and afforded fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.
by Kenneth M. Kapp “Honestly!” Little Bonny J waived her hands in the air. “Honestly, Mom, I didn’t eat those cookies. A girl has to be careful to keep her figure youthful. Even when you’re eight that’s important. You’ve told me that umpteen times. See, I do listen!”
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Invited round. Small, wild garden with children. Stupid kids. Look at them, playing football. How can you talk with them kicking that bloody ball around? It’s going to hit …
de Ștefan Bolea Is Schopenhauer right? Is life just pain and suffering? To put it differently, aren’t the positive aspects of life prevalent? Nietzsche’s famous yes comes to mind. Was it the yes of a masochist seeking an ideal escape route? This yes, like the affirmation of the overman, bears a distinctive utopian feature. Yes to […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Avrum couldn’t remember his own name. In truth, he’d forced himself to forget his name a long time ago: months, years, centuries ago. He laughed once, recalling that one year in a dog’s life is like seven of ours. “Ha, then I’m living one dog’s life for my mother,” and […]
by Douglas Young “How much longer before we get there?” Zelma asked from the back seat’s right window. “Yes!” Tucker exclaimed with one hand on the wheel and the other hitting the roof of his old car. “Thank you, Zelma. I bet Nolana you’d ask within twenty minutes of our leaving, and I […]
by Raayan “It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.” [Sir Edmond Hillary] 15th May 2021, 13:30 Hrs, at about 8,300 m altitude on the Northern ascent route of Mt Everest Norbu, a 39 year old seasoned Sherpa who had conquered Everest’s perilous slopes quite a few times, was now facing a blizzard […]
The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
Stay We are our only home sometimes we can return to when all the other homes are just dust or a memory
1 the lonely grove grew for the dead here glass of grave drowned in died grass and everywhere red rederry instead green greenery