Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. After sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in English. Finishing the English version, I’ll share the Hungarian version, as well, in 2 parts.I noticed after sharing the part 1, that my illustration is omitted from the post. So, now I’ll paste an other photo from Pixabay, by TootSweetCarol. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
Medicine Granny’s Stories, by J. W. Cassandra. Here I share the first story of the short novel. Better to say, this is a smashed genre: the story includes in itself is intertwined in it with a tale. Its title is: The Swallow Wort. I divided it into 2 parts for sharing here since it is a bit long. If you read it, you’ll meet a Medicine Granny and her granddaughter, Starcluster. Granny grows her granddaughter and teaches her unnoticed for values of life and for knowledge of herbs. Reading it, a charming, magical world opens, one can be lost in it. After sharing the part 1, at once I’ll share the Part 2, in English. Finishing the English version, I’ll share the Hungarian version, as well, in 2 parts.The illustration I myself made of 3 photos taken from Pixabay and I wrote the origin under them. I hope, you’ll like my story. Later I can share more of it, though the story will be continued yet.
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If I Go Down There…, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I share for those of passed away and whom we all miss. The poem was written yet in 2011, it belongs to my volume Self-Conscious Eternity, to cycle I Wish to Take Possession the Infinite. I would like to remember with this poem all who we miss all over the world, forever. Illustration: Himalaya, by Simon, Pixabay. I will share the Hungarian version, as well. For loving memories of our all beloved, missing. (J. W. Cassandra: Ha lemegyek… Ezt a verset azok emlékére osztom meg, akik elhunytak és hiányoznak nekünk. A verset 2011-ben írtam, az Öntudatra ébredt örökkévalóság c. kötetem Birtokba venni vágyom a Végtelent ciklusába tartozik. Mindazokra szeretnék vele emlékezni, akiket örökre elvesztettünk és hiányolunk világszerte. Illusztráció: Himalája, Simon, Pixabay. Az angol változatot is megosztottam. Mindannyiunk elvesztett és hiányzó szeretteinek szeretetteljes emlékére.)
If I Go Down There…, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I share for those of passed away and whom we all miss. The poem was written yet in 2011, it belongs to my volume Self-Conscious Eternity, to cycle I Wish to Take Possession the Infinite. I would like to remember with this poem all who we miss all over the world, forever. Illustration: Himalaya, by Simon, Pixabay. I will share the Hungarian version, as well. For loving memories of our all beloved, missing.
Stumbled upon stability in my search for Truth. At that moment, taunting whispers lost their hold; Threatening waves together with all their noise crushed. But in my attainment of inner peace, I sensed death. A…
Losing myself: Losing myself every second Don’t want to be down on myself because I know I’m not wrong But they make me feel like I’m the problem Just want to go someplace far away…
There is a boy living his normal life, happy and innocent. Excited to play outside with his friends, Always throw his bag after coming home from seemingly boring school. It was as if he had…
A fable is a poetic story composed in verse or prose with a moral summed up at the end, using animals as characters to teach a valuable lesson. This is about a little fight between a mountain and a squirrel.
Gods’ Strategy,by J. W. Cassandra, a novel, Magic Gate chapter – a detail. The story brings us to 2098, when 3 teenage girls, friends try to travel in time, successfully. They are the main characters, by their name Amber, Iris, Chrystel. They use a mirror, wax candles, etc. for travelling in time and nobody knows of them where and what epoch or era she will get to. This detail tells about Amber, the red haired girl’s travel to Nostradamus, the oracle’s era. What is more, this is her second trip to it now. And of course, her aim now is exactly Nostradamus’s house, just the mirror is whimsical… Details of getting ready for the trip by the mirror here I didn’t write, I just refer to it briefly. The story will be continued yet. I share the story both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration is my own photo, the minor tree is the Magic Gate on it. As I saw it in my imagination.
Gods’ Strategy,by J. W. Cassandra, a novel, Magic Gate chapter – a detail. The story brings us to 2098, when 3 teenage girls, friends try to travel in time, successfully. They are the main characters, by their name Amber, Iris, Chrystel. They use a mirror, wax candles, etc. for travelling in time and nobody knows of them where and what epoch or era she will get to. This detail tells about Amber, the red haired girl’s travel to Nostradamus, the oracle’s era. What is more, this is her second trip to it now. And of course, her aim now is exactly Nostradamus’s house, just the mirror is whimsical… Details of getting ready for the trip by the mirror here I didn’t write, I just refer to it briefly. The story will be continued yet. I share the story both in English and in Hungarian. Illustration is my own photo, the minor tree is the Magic Gate on it. As I saw it in my imagination.
If I could choose to love or not, Maybe I would choose to not, ‘Cause that mostly of the times ends badly, At that end, as the end of a film series, as the end…
