The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IIIIII – LoveThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge III7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something was different. The Lord invited her to have dinner with him and his daughter this evening. She had been curious about this for hours. Why would he trade their regular habits for something new? It had to be important. So she entered the mansion with mixed feelings, always looking behind her as if there'd be someone to jump out and scare her – or worse. Had he grown tired of her? Would he tell her? No, surely he wouldn't. He wouldn't put such an effort on that. If the Lord didn't want to see her anymore, he'd just say it, brutally honest as he was. There had to be another thing, a mysterious thing.
When his former governess and maid led her into the dining room, she was suprised to see that the Lord wasn't alone. His daughter was sitting to his right, a black-haired boy to his left. Next to the boy there were two other, younger and next to Marina a breathtaking beauty. She was lean and a little pale, but beautiful. Her black hair was flowing over he
Luba and SashaLuba Praskoviyna Yustineva would never describe herself as a woman of secrets. As a government secretarial clerk she does occasionally come into possession of sensitive documents, but never once has she considered herself a gatekeeper to forbidden knowledge like her counterparts in the Ministry of Intelligence or other such high-stakes offices. She has seen few ministerial assistants and even fewer real ministers, and those have always been by chance; she's really more like a railway switchyard than a border crossing, directing and redirecting traffic from ports unknown to destinations unvisited. The work may be dull, but it is straightforward, and given that she's barely 27 and making triple the minimum wage working 9-to-5, five days a week, her life is, by all accounts, comfortable, and by national security reckoning, reassuringly average.Luba and Sasha1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lounging in her living room armchair she is struggling to finish the last pages of the chapter to her current read while the national news
The INFP PriestThe INFP priest comes by and spreads the teachings of Buddhism.The INFP Priest9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyday he awakes to show everyone the way to Nibbana. Knowing
how happy the people are, the INFP priest makes it his concern
that no one forgets what inner peace is.
The INFP priest then helps those in dire need with whatever they
may have problems with. He goes from home to home discussing the
Dhammapada in the hopes that the people never forgets the Buddha
and His teachings.
For the INFP priest is a good man, but he can give everything that
he can so that everyone has understanding of what the truth is.
That is why the INFP priest stays in the village. So that the people
know the understanding of what Buddhism can bring to them.
StuckI could not talk, I could not move.Stuck11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It felt like I was frozen and life
was living without me.
I watched, I listened and I hoped.
I hoped that one day I might get
that hug. That someone would
want to hold me for so long and
so tight that all the pressure
would dissapear with my
smudged black tears and I would
be able to move again, speak
again and feel again.
Years I waited. Hoping someone
would look at me. But whenever
they looked, I pushed them away.
Afraid of being loved, getting
stuck and feeling more pain.
Yes there were two who managed
to break past me and dry my
tears. Friends. But it was not
It never is.
I can not talk, I can not move. And
life is living without me.