Sometimes, (well for me at least) it very much seems that this industry has overcomplicated words and phrases for thingson purpose. You may be learning from someone who has been in the industry for a while, and for them, these wordsjust make sense. ...
For one unnamed courier of the Names Committee, the task of delivering new words preserves her place in a world that fears her. But after a series of monstrous attacks on the named, she is forced to flee her committee and seek her long-lost sister. Accompanied by a patchwork ghost, a ...
Revealed the truth in your words, “As you wish.” The inspiration for this poem comes fromSadje’s What Do You See #177. This picture actually has one of my favorite Bible verses in it (1 Corinthians 13:4-8). “What is love?” is a question that has been asked by philosophers,...
Back then, I wasn’t thinking beyond the sort of look I wanted for Natalia. Dark hair, but not black, fair skin, light eyes or if they were brown, more of the hazel variety. In other words, not unlike the majority of the Cuban girls I’d grown up around. So yes, Rachel’s Brit...
The next Manipulation Grande started in the 2020 campaign, hiding a very old and senile Joe Biden from voters so they did not know what kind of man they were actually voting for. In the 2020 campaign the broad excuse was Covid, relegating Biden to a campaign by TV out of his basement...
For I can't go on hiding it any longer. Mrs. Alving. Hiding what? What is it? Oswald. (As before.)I could never bring myself to write to you about it; and since I've come home— Mrs. Alving. (Seizes him by the arm.)Oswald, what is the matter? Oswald. Both yesterday and ...
After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create mythology of its own: namely, the assumption that what, after long effort, could not be proved to take place today had, in truth, taken place in the prim...
For five friends, it was supposed to be one last getaway before they went their separate ways—a time to say goodbye to each other, and to the game they’ve been playing for the past 3 years. But they all have their own demons to deal with and they’re all hiding secrets. ...
Yet hiding royal blood full oft in rural vein. To some a sweetest plaint a sweetest style affords, While tears pour out his ink, and sighs breathe out his words: His paper pale despair, and pain his pen doth move. I can speak what I feel, and feel as much as they, ...
And an unprepossessing individual in a top-hat, with a chin that badly needed shaving, hung round me, shifting from one foot to the other, then turned to me with the words: “‘Do you know who that lady is, walking on the other bank? That’s so-and-so. . . . Her voice is ...