Ok on the subject of men. Yes they are from Mars. They speak another language and we can't live with them and we can't live without them. I have found, and most women friends I talk to say the same, that if you are mad about a man and you love him, treat him like a king, admire him and appreciate him and accept him for himself, he in turn will reward that l...
I decided to explore a new part of the city on my daily walk. It took me a while to get out of the areas I had thoroughly explored, but eventually I found myself in a new neighborhood. There were new shops, new gardens in the tiny front yards, new weeds. I always loved exploring somewhere I hadn't been before. I passed a newsstand, where a science magazine...
Top of the morning to you, my devoted, at times surly and always fun readership. The name is Natalie Xiaowei, and I'm something akin to a unicorn. An Asian female living in Canada who doesn't worship White guys or prop up White Supremacy, quite unlike the majority of my people. Why am I so different from the others? I love chocolate and I cannot lie. Anyhow,...
"Were you planning on washing the floors today?" Henry asked. Lynn glanced up from her breakfast. "Well, yes," she said, looking puzzled. "Can I help?" Lynn blinked three times before she could answer. She looked into his blue-gray eyes, glanced at his whitening hair, checked his expanding waistline. It seemed to be her husband all right. But never in t...
Shading her eyes against the sun, Gina squinted into the distance. From here, the swirling cloud of red and gold looked like a harmless curiosity. She could almost imagine children wrestling under a blanket, or fluffy cotton balls being tickled by the breeze, but she knew better. "The sandstorm's coming! We'd better get inside!" she called over her shoulder...
*** Chapter 1 *** *Part 1* - The things we do today may pave a path for a better tomorrow. If it doesn't then we a good war is all it takes to correct it. Blood tells everything. -Sir Nikolay the III, Cult of War Samael woke up. He was looking at the starry night's sky, his eyes started stinging. Constant studying had him dozing before he could've...
Chapter Twenty OneIntrepid - 3754 C.E. There is almost no incident more serious than when the space ship of which you are captain has been attacked and boarded. And as captain of the Space Ship Intrepid, Nadezhda Kerensky knew that what was required was an emergency meeting for everyone aboard. It wouldn't be enough to simply broadcast a statement. There h...
Note: In the last article I explained the phenomenon of the human senses and how they trigger memory and feelings, and the power of association. There was also a word on the neurological phenomenon Synaesthesia, which formed the basis for these creativity exercises. This article talks about colour and how it affects us on a sensory, instinctual, intuitio...
It's dark when I finally arrive at the Massimo de Marco atelier. It's my last go-see of the day. I'm forty minutes late. Inside the crumbling brick building, everything is bright, clean, and modern. An officious-looking woman with narrow glasses and a dark bun is shuffling and sorting a daunting stack of papers. She quickly looks me over and returns to her...
History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it w...