by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
illusions I understand the illusions of life. That it is at most a theatre production, the intricacies of which are similar to that of love, life and leading a nation. Each member has their role; the designers of sets transforming a twenty-foot stage into a jungle...
by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
conceal my flaws “Where do we go from here? Conceal me. Conceal my faults, for I am nothing more than a human. A human who stumbles and strays, a human who miscalculates and misbehaves. Conceal my faults, in times of frenzy and furore, passion and madness, in those...
by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
erwin the enlightened Erwin, dubbed the Enlightened and High Priest of the Wildan, had preached throughout his ministry of equality, and seemed to cherish the word “equilibrium”. His hair had turned white and beard long as he taught the similarities between people...
by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
my father’s final message That was my father’s final story. Maybe it was my father’s final message. I wonder if that was the reason I am here; to change that which has already been written. It was sad to be fair. I had always been able to understand the meaning...
by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
trade Trade itself is an art, negotiations the brush with which to paint. Each transaction requires three important parts to be understood by both parties. The first is the value of their own item, the second the value of the opposite parties commodity, and the third...
by AKN | Feb 14, 2019 | Writing
the love of the ancients I had heard about what love could be – passionate, like a storm, sweeping and raging through youthful hearts, bringing longing and fiery compulsions. It would turn the world upside down and inside out. Everything before and after would be...
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