Novel Allen
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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Don't wait until I am sick or Dead.
Let me tell you what it actually feels like to be - Living in The Town of Almost-Nice. My name is Harold Finchley, and if you reside in the town of Barnbridge - you may or may not notice that the inhabitants have a rather peculiar habit.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Fiction
The 47th who can't count.
The marchers marched, yelling vehement, disapproving and terrible invectives at the 47th. He stood high above at the window, grinning - waving as if pleased with the demonstration, which to everyone sensible looking on, was clearly against him.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Writers
Do we sacrifice everything for our children.
Alice spent every waking moment caring for her only child---she worried when he was born, she worried when as a toddler he skinned his knee, she worried when he cried too long. And though no one ever said anything aloud, everyone in town behaved as though her worry was a kind of weather: something you adjusted to, something you didn’t disturb.
By Novel Allen8 days ago in Fiction
Wedding Toast woes.
"Cheers Violet. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I can't believe you invited me to this wedding...is it to rub my face in your success at nabbing Guy. He doesn't even remember me. But I was the first one he managed to fool...He tried to marry me, but I found out just in time that he has a family back in Africa. So when you stole him from me...hahaha, you unwittingly did me a favor. He is trying to gain citizenship by using any willing female whom he can bamboozle.
By Novel Allen14 days ago in Writers
When we shook the apple tree
The gates of Eden have long been locked away from human eyes. Centuries have passed without incident. One day, without warning, a mighty storm gathered over the garden itself. A terrible wind blew the vines and limbs loose, exposing the gates to prying eyes. Myron and Mirah, out for a stroll and trying to seek shelter from the deluge, discovered the gate and pried it open. Time had rendered it loose and it easily fell open.
By Novel Allen14 days ago in Fiction
