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One of the many stories behind doors, in Egypt life is different and social expectations sometimes would not make sense to Western culture. This one story is inspired by a lot of friends in my circle. Who just got married because they are expected to. This is a small window into normal Egyptian life.
What is Philosophy? Is it the exclusive domain of those who dream in abstract? Or is it the manifestation of the struggle of those who practice in material? Does it originate in the minds of professors like a Ganges flowing out from the hair-locks of "Lord" Shiva? Or is it rustic and puerile, evolving into maturity through the experiences of common men. I started writing philosophy without actually knowing that I was writing one. To start with, it was an outlet to project my
Rivals for as long as they can remember and Ethan has never thought to question it until now. Despite having the same friends their rivalry continued but when she suddenly starts acting differently he takes notice. Before long a rivalry isn't what he wants, it's her. Will he still want her once he finds out her secrets?
A literary sketch about a couple at odds.
My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white
A Short Story in Dialogue set in Ukraine.
One of the many stories behind doors, in Egypt life is different and social expectations sometimes would not make sense to Western culture. This one story is inspired by a lot of friends in my circle. Who just got married because they are expected to. This is a small window into normal Egyptian life.
What is Philosophy? Is it the exclusive domain of those who dream in abstract? Or is it the manifestation of the struggle of those who practice in material? Does it originate in the minds of professors like a Ganges flowing out from the hair-locks of "Lord" Shiva? Or is it rustic and puerile, evolving into maturity through the experiences of common men. I started writing philosophy without actually knowing that I was writing one. To start with, it was an outlet to project my
Rivals for as long as they can remember and Ethan has never thought to question it until now. Despite having the same friends their rivalry continued but when she suddenly starts acting differently he takes notice. Before long a rivalry isn't what he wants, it's her. Will he still want her once he finds out her secrets?
A literary sketch about a couple at odds.
My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white
A Short Story in Dialogue set in Ukraine.