Someone passed ,praising Anwell who was still at Mr Zales porch,smoking . " Nice attire , sir " He looked at the peasant and by his eyes respond,' Sure ,do you find anything bad about me " State of fear...that's what Voltaire said at the absolute power of kingdoms and empire.Walking like god ,made everyone get aside for his way . Raven spoke while Mr Zales told him that Anwell had just left ."Now we feel the same...Fear in us each time seeing him around as he will say all bad thing about everyone,l don't know how can he find bad thing in everyone face and body ...and everything " Mr Zales smiled , thinking , " So is there anything we can do in world if everything ugly in his eyes is fun for Anwell , just like the world wealth resources is eaten all by the globalists with a perfect master mind , and well planned ?State of fear , ..that's how Voltaire named the absolute power of kings and empress at the dark age .Now isn't it feel like the same ? Only changing name but el
Scantila killed time in her free time at night and took the book the great famous book , "Great Expectations" one of her favorite author Charles Dickens . Taking a cup of coffee, she opened the middle part .What a touchy language and writing work ! The story is about the life and adventures of a young orphan named Pip, who dreams of becoming a gentleman and winning the heart of a wealthy young lady named Estella. Along the way, Pip encounters many colorful characters, including the eccentric Miss Havisham and the mysterious convict Abel Magwitch. The novel is known for its vivid characters, intricate plot, and themes of social class, ambition, and redemption. Exploring the similarities between her own life story and the novel could be one of a way to learn about life itself . What a wonderful storyline ! Now ,what was good thing about her own ? Fighting for a better life like Pip ,till she looked for a fortune in a foreign country . Chasing a better life though trying to step
At the field school open session on literature subject,Mr Zales started his speech, " This morning, we consider the work of Raven as a young man who may think that being a poet or philosopher is as good as working for social reformer or doctor ,engineer . which is great! As reshaping youngsters interest in literature and general knowledge as well as art with Contextual Modernism in millennium era. He introduced an lndian worldly well known author named Rabindranath Tagore as the "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful" poet. Tagore's poetic songs were viewed as spiritual and mercurial; his elegant prose and magical poetry were popular in the Indian subcontinent.Raven got up to read a few poems of his works called "The Gardener " He recited it in a vibes of melancholy and grievance with little light of hope,just like what he felt inside himself.* Love, my heart longs day and night for the meeting with you—for the meeting that is like all-devouring death. Sweep me
One little girl cried endlessly in the arms of a father who had just taken some buckets of water from the well where people around allowed to get it belong to Mr Bachara the landlord in town , Anwell 's father ." Don't cry ...shut up...hey ...don't cry " said that father , embracing his little kid ." He said my hair is like bird's nest... bird's nest ..." " Her hair is like the lrona .." Irona was a remote tribe with dark and so very curly hair.Why Anwell always found words to insult anyone he wanted ... everyone only could shake their heads ... what's wrong with the look of any tribes on earth ? Beauty is on the beholders..Mr Buchara approached Anwell , " Look at the little girl..she cried cause you said what ?"Smirking happily , " Like lrona hair " " Don't do it ,Anwell ...all hair on earth created by God ..why you insult lrona ? " Anwell just whistled ." It's hurting for the little girl, you know .." Willow wished she could shriek loudly ,but ..even to his own dad ' s
The roar of the neighboring motorized vehicles is so noisy, like old machines, product of the Second World War, perhaps. His patience is almost gone. Noisy! noisy....When the deafening sound disappeared because the owner had left, now it has been replaced by pop music mixed with rock and metal, ouch! gee ...geez this is as bad as the sound glitch before! Then there's that shrill of the fat widow's voice again! sing ,sing abysmally .. all right! Anwell was whistling to avoid himself being more upset by all that ..what else do you want ..ok ok .sounds of a spouse or cat and dog fighting !? Uh ...Close both your ears tightly together with your cheeks pressed against the wall as if he wants to hear anything nomore, those who are screaming and yelling all the time so that the eardrums burst! ..uh ..don't! It will be big loss! but damn it ! Kissing the ends of his hair, before tying it back. Once again he saw his own reflection in the mirror, stroking the lines of his freshly s
The little girl drooped her head and watched her own shadow on the water surface of the well . She didn't want anyone knew that her hanky with a coin wrapped in it was falling into the well .None will help her to get it .She tried it herself , pulling out water by the bail but the hanky with the coin was dropping deeper mixed in the stone and mud at the ground of the well . Except all the waters pulled out..but it won't happen, certainly.She was just woke up from long siesta after the tiring school hours and felt so hungry . No food at all on the table. She wanted to to buy something by the coin ...She cried without any slightest sound ...Her imaginary friend came each time she felt down .He was a Sultan, having a face almost like Anwell ,but different attitude.It's a joy to talk to this imaginary one ..not Anwell ? Maybe not ... Anwell had something scary ...his tongue! Hurting and bitter ..Raven used to cry and came to their mother , telling her what Anwell said ...their mom
The morning sun shone gently, warmly and with its yellowish light greeted the royal garden. In a corner of the open air several leaves stretched apart from white rosebuds that bloomed among the same number of other kinds of flowers .The leaves glistened in the sunlight, moving slowly in the gentle breeze. Birds whistling and fluttered in the sky and butterflies dance around the flowering shrubs then all the shadows of them were painted over the clear pool as if trying to cheer up the restless heart.Raven sat motionless on a rock near the pond, staring blankly at a point in the distance. Still in his ears ,he heard the faint sound of the train wailing through forests and through caves and mountains.The young man had not yet awakened from his long bitter dream. Scantila had indeed prepared some of her suitcases . She will go far away leaving him didn't for how long. Even though the work contract was clear for 2 years working abroad but anything can happen in that long distance. Tim
Lynx told her about Anwell who was just coming to his rickety house just to make him cried and his mom held back to do the same .Willow soothed him by nice words ...as usual, vice versa, Lynx would always do the same if she hurt by Anwell mockery words ..The window is wide open showing a pair of rooted shrubs then step by step they come and say ,"'We will grow to decorate your house"'' A yellow butterfly with beautiful wings and wide like a little toy of a fairy swooped down from the white sky ,alighted for a moment in the expanse of the new world then the blue butterfly with red spots was waiting for a second miracle ''"'Really ? l will visit a professor for a minute and ask him or her about the phenomenon we have just experienced...did you see any of them around here ?"" Oh, l saw one , but she was just leaving to the martial art club and practice to hit a lazy bear "" Uh ? Great! Tame bear like Winnie or a wild one ? None will hit Winnie l think ..." " Oh,that is my face p