Rocks in the wilderness break apart:
let the waters rush forth!
as I rest from my wanderings.
Six nights ago I hurt my arm
while wandering, always wandering.
But not along my wanderer's path under
cloud by day, fire by night.
I was climbing a cliff and
dashed it against the stone,
so crawled down again, to my
cloud by day, fire by night.
Now almost healed I rest by the waters.
Sunlight in shallow pools
reflects my ponderings as
two tears mingle with the light;
my arm aches a little.
Tomorrow I'll rove on
through the harsh wild
over rock and brown grass,
for I would not stay
or lose my path
hidden in the wilderness,
if it
The Magic Flute -out of tune- by Expatriate, literature
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The Magic Flute -out of tune-
"Dude, there's a snake after me."
"Hiss…hiss…"
"Man, I'm gettin' tired. Maybe I should call for help."
"Hiss…hiss…"
"Yeah, totally. Help! Help!"
"Hiss…"
"Nuts, no one ever comes when I call for help. Maybe I'll just faint."
"Hiss…"
"Yeah. Goodbye world."
"Look at the poor prince, flat on the ground."
"Hey, we're the Three Cool Babes. Let's save his skin."
"Oh fine."
"I love killing snakes. They do such a nice gurgle when they die."
"Think we should go tell the Queen? She always likes to be up on everything."
"Yeah, good idea. Ciao, princie. Hope he wakes up soon."
"Sing high sing low! I am the bird-creep! Darn it, I just missed
Holly stared at Margaret. Margaret drew back into her seat, with a half-shy, half-proud look.
"Did you say you were beautiful?" Holly asked, disbelieving.
"Yes. I am. Of course, not everyone can see it. I myself didn't see it at first. But then, very few people can distinguish between beauty and ugliness. That is why I don't trust most people. But some I do, because I know they can see and tell the truth."
"Do you trust me?"
"I think so. There's something about you that makes me think you too can see beauty. That you too can see and tell the truth."
Holly swallowed hard.
"Haven't there been people though, w
The Birthday - Chapter III by Expatriate, literature
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The Birthday - Chapter III
III
Tahath hired his new servant when I was about eight years old. The man had a wife and a son almost my age. Naturally, I took no interest in this new servant, but my father brought him up with glee several times in conversation.
"He's of good family in Uun, and won't do a lick of work. Such a waste of money for Tahath!"
The servant, Jetur, had left Uun when a famine that everyone had said would end very soon continued to rack the land for years after it had overstayed its welcome. My father was much disappointed to find that he was proud not only of his family but also of his ability to work hard. He began work for Tahath
The wind died down during the night; Holly poked her head out of her curtains the next morning to see what the changeable Hungarian weather had turned into. The Marrs lived in the western side of the city, among the Buda hills. In the summer the trees kept up a lush show of green, but now they shivered bare in the November air, wearing only a light slip of sunlight. Looking at it critically, Holly decided it would do, and turned back to get dressed.
Holly's parents had been invited to a party that day, and they were taking her along. She didn't imagine it would be very exciting, but you never could tell.
"It will be a good opportu
Chapter One
Where did he come from? She wasn't sure. When had she first seen him? That was difficult to remember. They had met a good while back, but their acquaintance only began to deepen about a year and a half ago. It wasn't even clear who had introduced them. But the most important question, why he had come, she could answer. He had come to keep her company.
"I know you don't want to. You're scared. But you ought to make an effort."
Of course he did lecture her. But she didn't really mind. If he could be blunt, so could she. There was nothing they disagreed on that they could not make up later.
"You were flat at t
The Birthday - Chapters I, II by Expatriate, literature
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The Birthday - Chapters I, II
I
Kor, the son of Tahath, the son of Assir. And the name of the wife of Tahath was Abihail, and she bare him Kor, and Maamith his sister.
And Tahath had a servant, Jetur, of the land of Uun, who took to wife Eglah and begat one son, the name of which he called Rephal.
II
The words of Javan, son of Johanan, in the days of king Jehiel in the tenth year of his reign:
Since long years I have kept this story in my heart. I could not speak of it without a feeling of betrayal for those whose story it is. But at last the knowledge has pressed too heavily on me, and I must write it. It is a love story, but an odd one, for
Chapter One
The tram jerked to a stop, the doors were flung open, and the passengers surged out. Holly Marr struggled through the crowd and down the streetcar steps. Dirty fog hung over the square, giving it a slightly sinister but romantic feeling. An exciting night, Holly thought, a night on which things happened.
A tramp wandered by her, and she looked away, only to look back again curiously when he had passed. Another tram was coming into the square, making its way through the maze of tracks. Holly climbed a flight of stone steps and onto a sidewalk. She started up the street; the white frost of November wind whipped her hair
The final curtain had fallen on the last act of the opera Tosca. Frank Sandor sat very still in his box seat. Last year, when his family had first moved to Budapest, his parents had taken him to see the opera La Traviata. He still remembered the shame of having begun to cry at the end, when the heroine died of tuberculosis.
Frank Sandor had always had trouble controlling sadness. When he was little, his friends had teased him for crying for the dead fish when they had all gone fishing. Last year, when leaving the opera house after La Traviata, his mother had told him that he was the most sentimental sixteen year old boy she'd ever met.
Dance, sing, be merry!
for the world is gray,
and we must be patches
of color that stray
o'er the wild earth.
And sing what we like,
and shout what we like!
Cry peals of laughter,
weep tears of mirth.
Let's watch the people
hurry, scurry by,
they pay us no heed as we jolly stroll on,
calling to them with nonsensical song:
telling of all the troubles that lie
ahead while they live, and perhaps when they die.
For if they could hear our jester's bells chime,
if they catch our sweet song of the knowledge of time,
they would find far too much
of the wisdom that's hidden;
and to sleep, dreamless sleep,
by the gods would be bidde
Dance, sing, be merry!
for the world is gray,
and we must be patches
of color that stray
o'er the wild earth.
And sing what we like,
and shout what we like!
Cry peals of laughter,
weep tears of mirth.
Let's watch the people
hurry, scurry by,
they pay us no heed as we jolly stroll on,
calling to them with nonsensical song:
telling of all the troubles that lie
ahead while they live, and perhaps when they die.
For if they could hear our jester's bells chime,
if they catch our sweet song of the knowledge of time,
they would find far too much
of the wisdom that's hidden;
and to sleep, dreamless sleep,
by the gods would be bidde
The final curtain had fallen on the last act of the opera Tosca. Frank Sandor sat very still in his box seat. Last year, when his family had first moved to Budapest, his parents had taken him to see the opera La Traviata. He still remembered the shame of having begun to cry at the end, when the heroine died of tuberculosis.
Frank Sandor had always had trouble controlling sadness. When he was little, his friends had teased him for crying for the dead fish when they had all gone fishing. Last year, when leaving the opera house after La Traviata, his mother had told him that he was the most sentimental sixteen year old boy she'd ever met.
Chapter One
The tram jerked to a stop, the doors were flung open, and the passengers surged out. Holly Marr struggled through the crowd and down the streetcar steps. Dirty fog hung over the square, giving it a slightly sinister but romantic feeling. An exciting night, Holly thought, a night on which things happened.
A tramp wandered by her, and she looked away, only to look back again curiously when he had passed. Another tram was coming into the square, making its way through the maze of tracks. Holly climbed a flight of stone steps and onto a sidewalk. She started up the street; the white frost of November wind whipped her hair
The Birthday - Chapters I, II by Expatriate, literature
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The Birthday - Chapters I, II
I
Kor, the son of Tahath, the son of Assir. And the name of the wife of Tahath was Abihail, and she bare him Kor, and Maamith his sister.
And Tahath had a servant, Jetur, of the land of Uun, who took to wife Eglah and begat one son, the name of which he called Rephal.
II
The words of Javan, son of Johanan, in the days of king Jehiel in the tenth year of his reign:
Since long years I have kept this story in my heart. I could not speak of it without a feeling of betrayal for those whose story it is. But at last the knowledge has pressed too heavily on me, and I must write it. It is a love story, but an odd one, for
Chapter One
Where did he come from? She wasn't sure. When had she first seen him? That was difficult to remember. They had met a good while back, but their acquaintance only began to deepen about a year and a half ago. It wasn't even clear who had introduced them. But the most important question, why he had come, she could answer. He had come to keep her company.
"I know you don't want to. You're scared. But you ought to make an effort."
Of course he did lecture her. But she didn't really mind. If he could be blunt, so could she. There was nothing they disagreed on that they could not make up later.
"You were flat at t
The wind died down during the night; Holly poked her head out of her curtains the next morning to see what the changeable Hungarian weather had turned into. The Marrs lived in the western side of the city, among the Buda hills. In the summer the trees kept up a lush show of green, but now they shivered bare in the November air, wearing only a light slip of sunlight. Looking at it critically, Holly decided it would do, and turned back to get dressed.
Holly's parents had been invited to a party that day, and they were taking her along. She didn't imagine it would be very exciting, but you never could tell.
"It will be a good opportu
The Birthday - Chapter III by Expatriate, literature
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The Birthday - Chapter III
III
Tahath hired his new servant when I was about eight years old. The man had a wife and a son almost my age. Naturally, I took no interest in this new servant, but my father brought him up with glee several times in conversation.
"He's of good family in Uun, and won't do a lick of work. Such a waste of money for Tahath!"
The servant, Jetur, had left Uun when a famine that everyone had said would end very soon continued to rack the land for years after it had overstayed its welcome. My father was much disappointed to find that he was proud not only of his family but also of his ability to work hard. He began work for Tahath
Holly stared at Margaret. Margaret drew back into her seat, with a half-shy, half-proud look.
"Did you say you were beautiful?" Holly asked, disbelieving.
"Yes. I am. Of course, not everyone can see it. I myself didn't see it at first. But then, very few people can distinguish between beauty and ugliness. That is why I don't trust most people. But some I do, because I know they can see and tell the truth."
"Do you trust me?"
"I think so. There's something about you that makes me think you too can see beauty. That you too can see and tell the truth."
Holly swallowed hard.
"Haven't there been people though, w
The Magic Flute -out of tune- by Expatriate, literature
Literature
The Magic Flute -out of tune-
"Dude, there's a snake after me."
"Hiss…hiss…"
"Man, I'm gettin' tired. Maybe I should call for help."
"Hiss…hiss…"
"Yeah, totally. Help! Help!"
"Hiss…"
"Nuts, no one ever comes when I call for help. Maybe I'll just faint."
"Hiss…"
"Yeah. Goodbye world."
"Look at the poor prince, flat on the ground."
"Hey, we're the Three Cool Babes. Let's save his skin."
"Oh fine."
"I love killing snakes. They do such a nice gurgle when they die."
"Think we should go tell the Queen? She always likes to be up on everything."
"Yeah, good idea. Ciao, princie. Hope he wakes up soon."
"Sing high sing low! I am the bird-creep! Darn it, I just missed
Rocks in the wilderness break apart:
let the waters rush forth!
as I rest from my wanderings.
Six nights ago I hurt my arm
while wandering, always wandering.
But not along my wanderer's path under
cloud by day, fire by night.
I was climbing a cliff and
dashed it against the stone,
so crawled down again, to my
cloud by day, fire by night.
Now almost healed I rest by the waters.
Sunlight in shallow pools
reflects my ponderings as
two tears mingle with the light;
my arm aches a little.
Tomorrow I'll rove on
through the harsh wild
over rock and brown grass,
for I would not stay
or lose my path
hidden in the wilderness,
if it
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Chapter One
Where did he come from? She wasn't sure. When had she first seen him? That was difficult to remember. They had met a good while back, but their acquaintance only began to deepen about a year and a half ago. It wasn't even clear who had introduced them. But the most important question, why he had come, she could answer. He had come to keep her company.
"I know you don't want to. You're scared. But you ought to make an effort."
Of course he did lecture her. But she didn't really mind. If he could be blunt, so could she. There was nothing they disagreed on that they could not make up later.
"You were flat at t
I am...new here. *peers at her new location* So I haven't quite decided what I want to put in dis little place. But in case you're interested, here are a few facts 'bout me:
I am a teenager, but do not make a profession out of being depressed.
I am not rebelling against my parents.
I don't like to complain about my terrible life. Well actually I do, but I've heard others do it enough to know how boring it is.
I live in Budapest, but am American. It has been predicted to me by just about everyone I know here that I will marry a Hungarian. Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
I don't like to start every paragraph with 'I', but appear t