I Ponder Of Something Great Novels & Stories

Emery was pouring her heart to me, and I appreciated that. "I am not the reason why Father-in-law is here today." I finally spoke. "I read this somewhere once. Sometimes we yearn for others to validate the intricate landscapes that unfold within our minds, seeking reassurance that our thoughts, dreams, and emotions are not solitary echoes but shared melodies in the symphony of human experience. This night is happening because he put in some effort. I do not deserve any credits."

It's a daunting thought, yet also strangely enticing. I close my eyes and let my imagination take hold, envisioning a future filled with milestones and cherished memories. The sound of a child's first words, their tentative steps toward independence, and the pride that swells within me as I witness their growth. Would these moments be enough to quell the restlessness within, to bring a sense of purpose that I've been searching for?

“Oh dear, so we’ve resorted to name calling now have we? It’s a feature of the unremarkable mind that when it’s faced with something it can’t understand, it casts aspersion.” “‘Unremarkable mind’—now who’s name calling? I just wondered if you’d ever stopped to listen to yourself.” “If you’re a gifted enough story teller, the whole universe will eventually stop to listen to you. That’s the nature of a great story, that’s the real power of words. Let me give you a demonstration.” Isimud turned to the screen where the footage was still playing. He pointed at it and said: “This is the door to my realm.” The screen began to stretch and change shape as its edges reformed themselves.

' Tim noticed my uncertainty so he tapped my shoulder and gave me a smile saying it's okay. Sir Gideon started to tell what is in his mind right now. He told us he is worried about the future of his children when time comes he's already too weak to work for them. “ Let go of that worry Gid...it won't make anything good to you..Your children are full of capabilities and I know they can be successful and happy in their future..they grew up beautifully.“ Grandpa uttered and then Sir Gideon smiled and tapped my Grandpa's shoulder. “ How about you Kath, what are your worries?” Someone asked me- a middle-aged lady who I often see in the coffee shop. Everyone stared at me including Tim.

Jaimee quickly hit the snooze button on the blaring alarm clock. Dread filled her heart, realizing she had to be ready for the HUGE promotional for work today. Although she didn’t work at Baddie’s Burger’s, she did work with the advertising firm who was trying to get their new campaign off and running.

Then, he repeated to them what he had heard. Gideon’s eyes were wide. “Is there really such a powerful young man? That’s really a monster genius that appears once in a few hundred years! Calling him ‘Master’ isn’t an exaggeration at all! I really want to meet him so that my life doesn’t feel like it’s in vain.” Everyone nodded in agreement, admiration clear upon their faces.

You’re something to every galaxy of greatness. But I’m nothing. Nothing without a stem. Nothing without the flour. Nothing without the sense of desire. Nothing but just putrid waste that you can burn on the ground with fire. Even though I could never get the answer to fix our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows, I can fix our months, centuries and millenniums. I can show you. I can prove it. I can bring down every pound so you can give me a chance to let go of the hounds.

How can such a small human being hold so much space and so much attention? Ah fuck, I need to find a way to rid all unholy thoughts of Indigo from my brain. Perhaps I'll finally get to relax tonight. I can't be a married man at all times, can I? -INDIGO- "I have no clue what I'm doing wrong." I rant to Matilda and she continues to nod her head as she listens to my complaints.

" Don't do what ?" " Don't let it bother you so much " said Jacob tugging me back to him " You are not someone who would let people ruin something for her just because she is scared of what people might think " he sighed running a hand through his dark hair and ruffled it " Why are you letting their judgmental glares bother you ? This is not who you are " I'm not but if someone were to force me to stand beside a Greek god without the slightest bit of imperfection , it will surely start to bother me .

Did I miss it, too caught up in my own troubles to see what was right in front of me? I look down, needing the solid reality of the floor beneath me to anchor my spinning thoughts. My father's voice surfaces again, clear as if he were standing beside me: What do you think of Pendwick—as a man? I never thought I needed to answer that. Until now. "Your Empress?" Pendwick's voice is quiet again, careful, like he's afraid of breaking something fragile. "Yes?" I glance up quickly, heart still off balance, caught between the familiar and the strange.