One of the past Friday writings got me thinking; not nearly enough stories end happily.
What if the man entered the building, surpassed the reception desk, spent time with the woman,
fell madly in love, and lived happily ever after?
Theres Something About The Winter
Theres something about the winter.
The way the fallen leaves of autumn are whisked away,
And covered with a glistening coat of snow.
Whiteout placed over scrawled gibberish left by seasons past,
In E.M. Foresters A Room with a View, Chapter Twelve stands out amongst the rest of
the text. In this chapter, Foresters purpose is not to tell a story, it is to offer social commentary
and offer insight into the minds of his
As I was aimlessly scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed today, I saw a post by an
acquaintance that caught my eye. Not because it was a video parodying the recent arrest of Justin
Bieber, but because of the words she had posted with it: what
In Joyces Dubliners, Eveline struggles with the decision of whether to escape her not so
pleasant life in Ireland and leave her family behind, or whether to stay at home and abandon her
supposed lover. Which decision is better, the world wil