Susan was overwhelmed by anxiety and on the verge of losing her job and happiness. But with the help of her friends and self-care practices, she was able to overcome her overthinking habits and live a happier life. Learn from her journey and discover how to let go of anxiety and live your best life.
Here is a story about a little boy named Tom and how he learned the virtue of patience. This bed-time story will definitely motivate your children.
J. W. Cassandra: “A szépenya tükre”, a teljes novella. A történetet elképzelt szereplőről írtam, a szépanya leszármazottjáról, aki nem azonos velem. Megosztom a teljes novellát itt, mind angolul, mind magyarul. A novellában szándékosan kevertem a tündérmese, a családi legenda és a novella jellemzőit. A történetnek kissé középkori színezetet adtam. Ugyanakkor napjainkhoz is kapcsolódik. Remélem, tetszeni fog! Illusztráció: Willgard Krause, Pixabay. (“The Foremother’s Mirror”, the entire story, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. I share here the whole story both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. I gave the story some medieval-like hue. At the same time, it is connected to our days, as well. I hope you all will enjoy it. Illustration is by Willgard Krause, from Pixabay.)
“The Foremother’s Mirror”, the entire story, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. I share here the whole story both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. I gave the story some medieval-like hue. At the same time, it is connected to our days, as well. I hope you all will enjoy it. Illustration by Willgard Krause, from Pixabay.
Complete Book of Omniscience, by J. W. Cassandra: this is my recent, newest short story on the omniscience and on the magi. I used my own fantasy simply and tell of a magician who wanted to become the Magician King in the long past. He made a convenience of his famulus (or disciple ) to the end, and then they face the true Magician King… The whole story walks around power, Book of Omniscience, raise and fall… I share here the whole story, both in English and in Hungarian. The latter will follow this one. Illustration is by noupload, from Pixabay.
„Where Are the Soldiers?” – The Bride Made of Vows, /A True Story/, by J. W. Cassandra: This short story tells about my beloved Grandmother. On the photo you can see the renovated version of the original photo. The photo itself is 100 years old. My Grandmother made vows to marry a war disabled soldier, indeed. As you’ll see, their fate was a bitter one. And there lived then many of such common people who became ill-fated because of world war. I was hesitating a lot whether to share her true story: I don’t like to write and share them. But for these recent very days the Russia invaded Ukraine I think so, I want to protest by every way against war. That’s why you can read this story here. I will share it here in Hungarian, as well.
The Pine Tree, by J. W. Cassandra: my short novel tells of a shapely little pine tree who admired the Christmas trees… He goes under a long journey till understands real rules of life… And whose memories are the treasure. I wrote this little story just now, today and made its translation into English. I will share its Hungarian version, as well. The photo for illustration is mine. (J. W. Cassandra: A fenyőfa: novellám egy formás kis fenyőről szól, aki csodálta a karácsonyfákat… Hosszú utat jár be, míg megérti az élet szabályait… És akinek emlékei a kincsek. Épp most írtam ezt a kis történetet, ma, és lefordítottam angolra. Megosztom magyarul is. Az illusztrációhoz a fénykép az enyém.)
The Pine Tree, by J. W. Cassandra: my short novel tells of a shapely little pine tree who admired the Christmas trees… He goes under a long journey till understands real rules of life… And whose memories are the treasure. I wrote this little story just now, today and made its translation into English. I will share its Hungarian version, as well. The photo for illustration is mine.
J. W. Cassandra: A Csigák földje, novella, groteszk, részlet. Képzeletbeli földet ábrázol a történet, ahol a csigák bűnhődnek azokért a bűnökért, amiket korábban a múltban elkövettek emberként. Osztályokat, illetőleg fajtákat alkottam számukra, és a “házas csiga”, a “tömbházas csiga”, a “kastélyos csiga” kifejezés az épületre utal, amit a hátukon cipelnek. Minden épület az emberire hasonlít. A történetet az “Ismeretlen ösvény” című novelláskötetembe illesztettem. Ugyanide más történeteket, groteszket, filozófiai értekezéseket is raktam, amelyek nem illenek bele a másik 2 kötetbe, “A Létforgatag maszkabáljá”-ba és a “Merész álmok”-ba. Kérlek, olvasd el a weboldalamon a teljes novellát: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com Remélem, érdekesnek találod a történetet! Illusztráció: joergip31 vagy Jörg Prieser, Pixabay. A történet részletét mind magyarul, mind angolul megosztom.
Land of Snails, by J. W. Cassandra, a short story, a grotesque. I share here a detail of the story. It tells of a fancy land where the snails spend their punishment as snails, for the crimes and sins they had committed as human beings in the remote past. I made classes or kinds for them, and the expressions “housed snail”, “blocked snail” and “castled snail” refer to the kind of building they carry on their backs. All the buildings resemble that of humans. The story itself is placed into my short story volume titled “Unknown Path”. I placed into it all those stories, grotesque, philosophical essays that I could not place into the other 2 volumes, “Masquerade of Life” and “Valiant Dreams”. Please, visit my website for reading the whole story: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you will find my story interesting. Illustration for the story is by joergip31 or Jörg Prieser, Pixabay. I share here the detail of the short story both in English and Hungarian.
Ode on Grecian urn is an ekphrasis poem dedicated to an urn from Greece that’s telling immortal stories about the pictures that are depicted on it. These stories mesmerize the speaker.
The End of the Golden Age, by J. W. Cassandra, by J. W. Cassandra, detail. I share a detail of my second legend that came to life and that live in my world of fantasy. The story as a Golden Age means only a fantasy, it has nothing to do with that of ancient legends. This age lives only in my imagination. As I mentioned at my first dragon legend, I have a volume containing legends and tales woven around the Four Rivers’ Dragon, living in my imagination. That legend is the first of them and is the keynote at the same time. The today story is the 2nd one, it is just as important as a keynote as the first one. The story is continued in my website by the following headlines: „Struggle against the Evil”. It was written in 2004, translated in 2021. Here you can see the Hungarian version. Illustration to my story is by p2227754, Pixabay. You can read my entire legend in this link (copy to your browser, please): www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com/ I share the first part of the legend both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you will read the entire work, as well. Please, leave a comment and like it on my website. Thank you.
he curiosity turned into a panic for Morgan. He walked too far ahead and nothing was visible, only, he hoped, if it ended. Hence, it would be better to walk ahead further as he hoped so; maybe, it might have dispersed. “Ugh! Fuck!” Morgan moaned in pain when he fell down, by the time, had stumbled on something. “Ah! What next!” He screeched very loudly as he faced a horrible skull; nonetheless, stood up very quickly. Now, he found himself on a wooden panel which is very narrow. The bottom was full of human skeletons; so, I was walking briskly to get rid of it. “Where the hell am I?” he exclaimed harshly. By the way, the intense fog was still continuing mercilessly. His eyes, on the other hand, were watered and unable to see anything. “Ha?” he reacted when the visibility was available again. “Where’s here so?” he asked himself. Another world or dimension or somewhere else… While he was beholding them, he suddenly saw his name on one of the gravestones!