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…
Health care systems Are the disease in our world, In our first world nations. As far as I know Most Doctors help no one, But protect each other From true reports of negligence. The heath…
Together we ache unaware of what’s blooming. away we drift; a perfect illusion the tears continue to fall will we ever be okay? With the unknown rapidly approaching he pulls her in; sharing each breath…
(2011) What day is it? I’m thinking about the coming Saturday, when my kids tug me out of bed instead of a boisterous song on the radio. My alarm screams at me again. I shut…
There are countless things which can turn into pain. This time read about the same pain – which you have known till now – in my poetic narrative. Hope you will strangely like the feeling of the pain while reading through the words. . Don’t forget to put your thoughts after, in the comment section. . CLICK ON THIS AND READ THE FULL BLOG NOW! . LINK TO MY OTHER BLOGS https://oceansight.godaddysites.com/
Lust: Is it bad that I lust for her? More than I love her But still don’t want to hurt her She looks beautiful in my eyes But her personality is not pretty in my…
(2010) “Are you judging me? Are you judging me?” I say to the woman behind the mirror. I stand before my reflection and stare into her hollow accusative eyes. She stays with me, uninvited; a…
Canada’s Watchdogs: To the government, from Canadian’s I’m sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, I can’t provide for me and/or my family; the dogs ate my country. It is some of you, who set the dogs loose-…
This is a poem about exploring and trying to decode the question as to ‘What’s the point?’. And about receiving varied answers from people from varied walks of life. And all of them being right. The speaker chooses the one that seems perfect to her.
Enchantment of the Soul, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem is one of the latest that I managed to work out for sharing. It wasn’t placed yet into any of my volumes. I wrote newer ones again but there’s no free time for sharing. I’ll do so later. I shared this poem in my website along with my other writings. The image I took from it. I hope you’ll like the poem. I’ll share it in Hungarian, as well.
Enchantment of the Soul, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem is one of the latest that I managed to work out for sharing. It wasn’t placed yet into any of my volumes. I wrote newer ones again but there’s no free time for sharing. I’ll do so later. I shared this poem in my website along with my other writings. The image I took from it. I hope you’ll like the poem. I’ll share it in Hungarian, as well.
Hung over the walls and corner the blind sacred a silent watcher SEEING things which are secrets LISTENING things that are whispers UNWRAPPING lies hidden in your truths COUNTING defeats you confuse with victories OBSERVES…
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