As the queen walked the halls of her private chambers, she could see a shadow of a person moving about inside her bedroom. The shadow flickered on the walls reflected by the roaring fire from the fireplace and the dimly lit lamps that decorated her room. Someone was in her private quarters without permission, which is considered a high crime in England. Now at age 81, the queen knew she should notify the palace guards of the intruder's presence. But for some reason...
Are our dreams the conscience reality of others or are we living the dreams of an even greater conscience mind? I have explored the dimensions of dreams for the last three years for I see dreams, not as expressions of one's subconscious, but a portal to changing our reality. My name is Adrienne D'Angelis. I have been interested in dreams ever since an incident changed my life and the lives of others around me.
The Hembly brothers, Brat and Sineoff were inventors. Inventing was all they ever wanted to do. They worked around the clock, everyday on whatever the current invention was, until they completed it and sold it to the public. They were very successful. The only problem was ... they hated to interact with people. Except for going to the market to buy food or supplies for their inventing, they never had to. Thank God, because it was like pulling teeth for them.
My name is Sam. I live a couple of blocks from my favorite Chinese restaurant, Asian Buffet. They have everything there, over two hundred items. You can't beat it for just $6.50 plus drink and tip. When they're busy, I usually wait in the lobby, occasionally looking at their aquarium, filled with all types of colorful, exotic fishes. One afternoon, as I was looking in the tank, one in particular came up to the glass and stared at me.
Jake was looking forward to the semi-annual church deer hunt a week from Saturday. He was planning to take his 12-year-old son Bo and teach him how to stalk and kill a deer as a right of passage to becoming a man. He wanted to show him how to look into the deer's eyes and see the fear right before the kill. This was an experience he had been waiting to share with his son, like his father before him had shared this same experience with Jake.
In the bowels of the castle dark, worked a master of iron and steel, who forged armour and weapons, toiling day and night, providing the finest weapons in the world for the knights who defended the kingdom. He worked alone, often to the point of exhaustion, to meet the number set by the king. It was a hard job, but he had been doing it for forty years. He was like a father to the knights, who would often talk with him, as they brought their swords and shields for repair.
There was a tavern, located somewhere in the State Of Apathy, where knights and damsels, wizards and monks, could all eat and drink together and escape the evil outside, which was depressing and bewildering, to say the least. No one had the desire to do anything about anything in The State Of Apathy, except escape the reality that they lived day after day and the only place to do that was the tavern.
There was a fallen idol named Imus, who was a person like you and me, who said a bad word and all the sainted people throughout the sainted land, came out to judge this person, who fell from grace or some place that looked like grace. The first group of sainted folks were called the gossipers. These sainted people tore off his shirt and beat him unmercifully as punishment for the bad word he had said. It was a good thing these folks were sainted...
The flies in Marvin's house were unbearable. Living near a landfill had its drawbacks, which included rats, roaches, flies and other species of uninvited guests, who would drop over without an invitation. He called an exterminator once, who came over to his house and laughed. The upside was his house came cheap, only two thousand dollars at the city's land auction. He only had to pay the delinquent taxes. But the flies were a major problem.
Industrialist C. J. Bastee was a successful businessman, whose motto was to work hard and be hard, proved it everyday by cutting cost to the bone no matter what the cost to workers or their safety. Matter of fact, his worker's fear made him feel more important. He would use every opportunity to intimidate them or threaten their job security, by given them some impossible task to do and fire them, if they did not complete it.