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Resolved Question: is my first few pages for my novel good or not? I appreciate any comments, negative or positive.?
It was already autumn and the enthralling trees that stood up tall and golden now began to shed to reveal the shiny bronze coat underneath. It was odd, those trees. They seemed to be wearing different coats depending on the seasons. The branches swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the winds that traveled from the eastern mountains. The trees wore gold during spring and summer, bronze during autumn, and silver during winter. Each season would start only when these majestic trees revealed the next color. When a hint of bronze or silver was found, you would be certain the season had changed. The branches stretched long and thin and the leaves, being huge and tear-shaped, would sway with the wind until they silently fell to the ground. No one noticed these little things. No one cared because it was a yearly routine such as the marsberry bell flowers that rang during the summer. Those golden leaves would fall and receive crushed by the careless of feet. This was when the fun began. The leaves would cringle like paper since they were flat enough to write on, and thin enough to tear. These leaves would turn to sand. Golden sand. Silver sand. Bronze sand. This sand was every that mattered and every that seemed mesmerizing in the land. every year long the sand would change until there was a mixture. The wind would blow that mixture along the sky, caring it up to the heavens. It was a beautiful land every on its possess. The grass rose up tall and high where it was permitted and was clip short enough in some areas to be used as a carpet. It was green everywhere the eyes could look, except for the path that stretched out far across the terrestrial environment. The hills made the place feel every the more magical. And that is because it was. And is. It was almost always sunny with a tiny breeze. Then, in the winter, the white silvery snow would arrive falling with a soft splat, forming a thin clear, slippery floor to walk upon. every the seasons were wonderful and different in a unique way. The sky had its possess part in the season changes. During the spring the heavens would change to a bright yellow, providing warmth to the creatures mom nature created. When the season changed to summer, the sky changed its color to a mysterious light green, providing birth. The sky would change to a mystifying purple, providing reassurance. Lastly, the sky would change its color to a deep blue, providing comfort. It was what mom nature had intended. Nature responded at the exact time. If the trees began to shed to reveal its bronze color, one could be sure that the color over them had changed to a purple. This was the way of life in the land. In one of the most wonderful places in the land, stretched along the mixture of colors of the hills that overlooked the sea, stood a magnificent palace. Being a beige color, the palace seemed a glowing star from far away, and in a sense it was, being the home of the land. A long grey-bricked bridge connected the main land to a tiny, but magnificent island. Brick after brick was stacked up to create the fortress. Once one crossed the enormous bridge decorated with white rock statues of heroic individuals holding long blades or bows, one would walk into a courtyard before standing in front of the humongous brown door that was decorated with the history of the land. It was said that the door had magic in itself, since it was made with the wood from the tree of Saecula. Each year a different carving would form, sometimes even before its time. However, only a handful was able to interpret such carvings. Baskets of flowers hung along the ceiling of the walk-around balconies and fountains sprang up in the corners. Vines stretched out their long stems to wrap around the long engraved columns that supported the terraces. One could stare for hours at the fountains, observing the different colors that sprang from it. The courtyard in back of the palace was odd. This was called the Garden of Enchantment. Walls stretched out high in order to border the odd force that was inside. The walls were not ordinary. They moved. They slithered. They thought. Dark green vines moved with such strangeness that it seemed to have a mind of its possess, as if it were an animal. These were the Vines of Fatum, a mysterious plant that could not receive rid of in any way. Try burning it and sparks would form as if having the flames reflected. Try cutting it with a diamond ditcher dragger, the sharp blade would crack. The courtyard was seemingly vacant for its mysterious atmosphere. In order to receive inside, one would walk straight into the wall, having one’s body fall onto the other side. Not many have experienced the wonders beyond the wall. These vines showed one’s destiny.
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Resolved Question: What do you think of these fantasy countries?
Palamede-a semi-arid empire deep in the south of the Red Desert. The country's people were descendants of wandering kids from Persia, India, Arabia and Morocco. Notable geographic places to be seen are the ruined city of Gazim (rumored to be haunted by wicked Jinn), the Crescent Rock on the margins of the desert, and the Flammable Volcano close the Valley of a Hundred Nights. The capital city of Tahmeen rests close the Bay of Perooz. Tahmeen is circular with the Palace in the middle, home to the Ahlad (King) and his Ahladeena; the inner circles are for the higher classes with gardens, fountains and liters. The outer circles are for the lower classes stacked with barrels, fig trees, abode buildings and empty pots. But the classes tolerate one another. With its many jungles and lush gardens, luxury houses are best to stay in during hot summers. Some talking animals are found here as well, including Ifrits, Marids, Shedu, Simurgh, Almiraj and Apsara. Slavery is a capital crime in Palamede and practitioners will be executed. They religion of Palamede is devoted to a god called 'Arsalan' and their temple is a octagonal building with a silver dome called the Bethharan, it involves fasting days. Tahan-an eastern island deep in the ocean. The island renowned for its radiant cherry blossom trees and peach trees, peaceful green and flowery valleys, noble forests with lofty trees sloping down to the deep sea, strolling rivers banked with buttercups and carnations, misty waterfalls in the high springy hills, bamboo forests used for gatherings of talking beasts and the Penghou (tree spirits), and snowy summits on the White Dragon's mountains. The people of Tahan are of Chinese, Mandarin, Japanese and Tibetan ancestry, with two monarchs; the Yellow King's palace is absolutely fascinating, it is made of polished porcelain, jade and thick gilded bronze. The Green King's palace is also magnificent, made entirely from emeralds, polished silver and bejeweled bronze. Their follow a spirituality of Bragmannism, a teaching of morality and asceticism, it involves Chronomancy, incense and meditation.
31 Aug 2011, 8:45 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: Help with my first chapter!!?
Am I on The Right Track with this? summary:when alba kingsley travels to Scotland.she finds letters in the mansion she's staying in that were dated back in 1943.she sets off to find who wrote the letters and uncovers a lot more than she expected. Here it is:) Lovingly Yours Chapter 1. It was July 12th. I was extremely excited since I had been waiting like forever for this day to arrive.After months of begging,my brother, Kyle. He would finally be taking me to Scotland with him. My brother is a photographer-He gets assigned to places every around the world. And I’ve been begging him ever since he got this job. To take me with him someday. He finally agreed to. My brother doesn’t really look anything like me. He has dark hair, and I have a sort of caramel-bronze type of hair. He was named after our mom’s brother, and I was named after the place my mom grew up in:Albany,New York. Of course my last name isn’t New York. But my name is Albany Rachelle Kingsley. But I preferred to be called Alba, and I am willing to correct anyone who mistakingly calls me Albany. I was packing my bags when Kyle pulled up in the driveway. This is the first time I am going to be flying.So,for me it’s a memorable moment. “Are you ready to go? “He asked, when he got out of his car. I nodded. I wasn’t really nervous when we finally got on the plane. Just slightly stunned for some reason. After many hours of desperately waiting in the plane, we finally arrived in Edinburgh. The airport wasn’t crowded, thankfully. There was a man holding up a sign that read: Kyle Kingsley.The man drove us to the place we would be staying at.”Oh yeah,did you know that we’re staying in this mansion that’s called ‘Kingsley Manor’? “I know it’s weird. “Said Kyle. It was weird, and nice of mysterious.Kingsley Manor was quite indeed the most wonderful place you should live in. Or stay in for the time being. It had a gray trim and was made entirely of brick. There was a lady who said her name was Greta. Her appearance was quite frightening, but I’m sure she was a nice person. She was the housekeeper of the place “Ma’am could you please show us to our rooms? “Kyle asked politely. We went up a staircase that was completely covered in dark blue carpet. Greta led us to a room that had a odd look to it. The walls were painted a robin blue and the windows looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. After a long moment of silence. Greta started to guide Kyle out of the room which was to be mine and led Kyle to his possess. I put my suitcases down on the difficult wood floor, and placed my duffel on the bed. I sprung into action right away starting with unpacking my things. I opened the ancient-looking drawers and put my things away in them. I found a picture of My home back in Jersey and tucked it in the side of the mirror that was connected to the drawers. My mom was probably at work—her second home. Sometimes I think it’s her only home. Since I was born she wanted nothing more than to go back to work. I was practically raised by Kyle. Who’s 26.I’m 14.There is a big age difference, but I don’t mind. My dad who was A firefighter back in Jersey was killed four years ago. I haven’t been able to really tug myself together until about a year ago. Kyle’s like a rock to me. After I was finished packing it was time for dinner. I wasn’t really hungry but it was quite good. I had no trouble sleeping that night, since the plane ride had made me drowsy. When I woke up the next day the sun was shining brightly into the windows that needed to be clean. I was planning on passing breakfast this morning. Kyle greeted me and told me that I had slept for 12 ½ hours. It was 10:00 am. He asked if I wanted to take a tour of the grounds, of course I would. There was a path that wound down to the garden which was beautiful; flowers of every sorts were in this Eden. What really added its touch was the fountain which had about 4 or 5 lily pads in it. Kyle and I threw pennies in it. After about an hour of looking around the manor. Kyle said he was headed up to town. I said I would much rather like staying here. I walked back into the manor and asked Greta if it would be okay if I toured the place. “Go right ahead”. She said. I decided that I would start upstairs with the many rooms that awaited me. Nothing was interesting so far. I ran back downstairs for something that I could tidy the room with. As I trodded up the stairs to my room another room across the hall caught my attention. It was filled with boxes and in the corner of the room I saw a tiny chest covered in dust. I opened it not thinking. Then I found them. The letters that changed my life forever. Is it any good?I'm only 12. Could it be the next big thing? How can I improve it:)
30 Dec 2009, 3:14 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: Is This First Chapter of my Book Any Good?
Am I on The Right Track with this? summary:when alba kingsley travels to Scotland.she finds letters in the mansion she's staying in that were dated back in 1943.she sets off to find who wrote the letters and uncovers a lot more than she expected. Here it is:) Lovingly Yours Chapter 1. It was July 12th. I was extremely excited since I had been waiting like forever for this day to arrive.After months of begging,my brother, Kyle. He would finally be taking me to Scotland with him. My brother is a photographer-He gets assigned to places every around the world. And I’ve been begging him ever since he got this job. To take me with him someday. He finally agreed to. My brother doesn’t really look anything like me. He has dark hair, and I have a sort of caramel-bronze type of hair. He was named after our mom’s brother, and I was named after the place my mom grew up in:Albany,New York. Of course my last name isn’t New York. But my name is Albany Rachelle Kingsley. But I preferred to be called Alba, and I am willing to correct anyone who mistakingly calls me Albany. I was packing my bags when Kyle pulled up in the driveway. This is the first time I am going to be flying.So,for me it’s a memorable moment. “Are you ready to go? “He asked, when he got out of his car. I nodded. I wasn’t really nervous when we finally got on the plane. Just slightly stunned for some reason. After many hours of desperately waiting in the plane, we finally arrived in Edinburgh. The airport wasn’t crowded, thankfully. There was a man holding up a sign that read: Kyle Kingsley.The man drove us to the place we would be staying at.”Oh yeah,did you know that we’re staying in this mansion that’s called ‘Kingsley Manor’? “I know it’s weird. “Said Kyle. It was weird, and nice of mysterious.Kingsley Manor was quite indeed the most wonderful place you should live in. Or stay in for the time being. It had a gray trim and was made entirely of brick. There was a lady who said her name was Greta. Her appearance was quite frightening, but I’m sure she was a nice person. She was the housekeeper of the place “Ma’am could you please show us to our rooms? “Kyle asked politely. We went up a staircase that was completely covered in dark blue carpet. Greta led us to a room that had a odd look to it. The walls were painted a robin blue and the windows looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. After a long moment of silence. Greta started to guide Kyle out of the room which was to be mine and led Kyle to his possess. I put my suitcases down on the difficult wood floor, and placed my duffel on the bed. I sprung into action right away starting with unpacking my things. I opened the ancient-looking drawers and put my things away in them. I found a picture of My home back in Jersey and tucked it in the side of the mirror that was connected to the drawers. My mom was probably at work—her second home. Sometimes I think it’s her only home. Since I was born she wanted nothing more than to go back to work. I was practically raised by Kyle. Who’s 26.I’m 14.There is a big age difference, but I don’t mind. My dad who was A firefighter back in Jersey was killed four years ago. I haven’t been able to really tug myself together until about a year ago. Kyle’s like a rock to me. After I was finished packing it was time for dinner. I wasn’t really hungry but it was quite good. I had no trouble sleeping that night, since the plane ride had made me drowsy. When I woke up the next day the sun was shining brightly into the windows that needed to be clean. I was planning on passing breakfast this morning. Kyle greeted me and told me that I had slept for 12 ½ hours. It was 10:00 am. He asked if I wanted to take a tour of the grounds, of course I would. There was a path that wound down to the garden which was beautiful; flowers of every sorts were in this Eden. What really added its touch was the fountain which had about 4 or 5 lily pads in it. Kyle and I threw pennies in it. After about an hour of looking around the manor. Kyle said he was headed up to town. I said I would much rather like staying here. I walked back into the manor and asked Greta if it would be okay if I toured the place. “Go right ahead”. She said. I decided that I would start upstairs with the many rooms that awaited me. Nothing was interesting so far. I ran back downstairs for something that I could tidy the room with. As I trodded up the stairs to my room another room across the hall caught my attention. It was filled with boxes and in the corner of the room I saw a tiny chest covered in dust. I opened it not thinking. Then I found them. The letters that changed my life forever. Is it any good?I'm only 12.
28 Dec 2009, 4:19 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: How is The First Chapter of My Story?
summary:when alba kingsley travels to Scotland.she finds letters in the mansion she's staying in that were dated back in 1943.she sets off to find who wrote the letters and uncovers a lot more than she expected. Here it is:) Lovingly Yours Chapter 1. It was July 12th. I was extremely excited since I had been waiting like forever for this day to arrive.After months of begging,my brother, Kyle. He would finally be taking me to Scotland with him. My brother is a photographer-He gets assigned to places every around the world. And I’ve been begging him ever since he got this job. To take me with him someday. He finally agreed to. My brother doesn’t really look anything like me. He has dark hair, and I have a sort of caramel-bronze type of hair. He was named after our mom’s brother, and I was named after the place my mom grew up in:Albany,New York. Of course my last name isn’t New York. But my name is Albany Rachelle Kingsley. But I preferred to be called Alba, and I am willing to correct anyone who mistakingly calls me Albany. I was packing my bags when Kyle pulled up in the driveway. This is the first time I am going to be flying.So,for me it’s a memorable moment. “Are you ready to go? “He asked, when he got out of his car. I nodded. I wasn’t really nervous when we finally got on the plane. Just slightly stunned for some reason. After many hours of desperately waiting in the plane, we finally arrived in Edinburgh. The airport wasn’t crowded, thankfully. There was a man holding up a sign that read: Kyle Kingsley.The man drove us to the place we would be staying at.”Oh yeah,did you know that we’re staying in this mansion that’s called ‘Kingsley Manor’? “I know it’s weird. “Said Kyle. It was weird, and nice of mysterious.Kingsley Manor was quite indeed the most wonderful place you should live in. Or stay in for the time being. It had a gray trim and was made entirely of brick. There was a lady who said her name was Greta. Her appearance was quite frightening, but I’m sure she was a nice person. She was the housekeeper of the place “Ma’am could you please show us to our rooms? “Kyle asked politely. We went up a staircase that was completely covered in dark blue carpet. Greta led us to a room that had a odd look to it. The walls were painted a robin blue and the windows looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. After a long moment of silence. Greta started to guide Kyle out of the room which was to be mine and led Kyle to his possess. I put my suitcases down on the difficult wood floor, and placed my duffel on the bed. I sprung into action right away starting with unpacking my things. I opened the ancient-looking drawers and put my things away in them. I found a picture of My home back in Jersey and tucked it in the side of the mirror that was connected to the drawers. My mom was probably at work—her second home. Sometimes I think it’s her only home. Since I was born she wanted nothing more than to go back to work. I was practically raised by Kyle. Who’s 26.I’m 14.There is a big age difference, but I don’t mind. My dad who was A firefighter back in Jersey was killed four years ago. I haven’t been able to really tug myself together until about a year ago. Kyle’s like a rock to me. After I was finished packing it was time for dinner. I wasn’t really hungry but it was quite good. I had no trouble sleeping that night, since the plane ride had made me drowsy. When I woke up the next day the sun was shining brightly into the windows that needed to be clean. I was planning on passing breakfast this morning. Kyle greeted me and told me that I had slept for 12 ½ hours. It was 10:00 am. He asked if I wanted to take a tour of the grounds, of course I would. There was a path that wound down to the garden which was beautiful; flowers of every sorts were in this Eden. What really added its touch was the fountain which had about 4 or 5 lily pads in it. Kyle and I threw pennies in it. After about an hour of looking around the manor. Kyle said he was headed up to town. I said I would much rather like staying here. I walked back into the manor and asked Greta if it would be okay if I toured the place. “Go right ahead”. She said. I decided that I would start upstairs with the many rooms that awaited me. Nothing was interesting so far. I ran back downstairs for something that I could tidy the room with. As I trodded up the stairs to my room another room across the hall caught my attention. It was filled with boxes and in the corner of the room I saw a tiny chest covered in dust. I opened it not thinking. Then I found them. The letters that changed my life forever. your comments and questions are greatly appreciated:) This is just the Rough Draft.
28 Dec 2009, 3:47 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: How Do You Like This Story?
I have rewritten this story several times. SUMMARY DETAIL:When Alba Kingsley Travels to Scotland,she finds letters in the mansion she's staying in that were written back in 1943.She sets out to find who wrote the letters and uncovers a lot more than she expected. Please Tell Me What You Think:) Lovingly Yours Chapter 1. It was July 12th. I was extremely excited since I had been waiting like forever for this day to arrive.After months of begging,my brother, Kyle. He would finally be taking me to Scotland with him. My brother is a photographer-He gets assigned to places every around the world. And I’ve been begging him ever since he got this job. To take me with him someday. He finally agreed to. My brother doesn’t really look anything like me. He has dark hair, and I have a sort of caramel-bronze type of hair. He was named after our mom’s brother, and I was named after the place my mom grew up in:Albany,New York. Of course my last name isn’t New York. But my name is Albany Rachelle Kingsley. But I preferred to be called Alba, and I am willing to correct anyone who mistakingly calls me Albany. I was packing my bags when Kyle pulled up in the driveway. This is the first time I am going to be flying.So,for me it’s a memorable moment. “Are you ready to go? “He asked, when he got out of his car. I nodded. I wasn’t really nervous when we finally got on the plane. Just slightly stunned for some reason. After many hours of desperately waiting in the plane, we finally arrived in Edinburgh. The airport wasn’t crowded, thankfully. There was a man holding up a sign that read: Kyle Kingsley.The man drove us to the place we would be staying at.”Oh yeah,did you know that we’re staying in this mansion that’s called ‘Kingsley Manor’? “I know it’s weird. “Said Kyle. It was weird, and nice of mysterious.Kingsley Manor was quite indeed the most wonderful place you should live in. Or stay in for the time being. It had a gray trim and was made entirely of brick. There was a lady who said her name was Greta. Her appearance was quite frightening, but I’m sure she was a nice person. She was the housekeeper of the place “Ma’am could you please show us to our rooms? “Kyle asked politely. We went up a staircase that was completely covered in dark blue carpet. Greta led us to a room that had a odd look to it. The walls were painted a robin blue and the windows looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. After a long moment of silence. Greta started to guide Kyle out of the room which was to be mine and led Kyle to his possess. I put my suitcases down on the difficult wood floor, and placed my duffel on the bed. I sprung into action right away starting with unpacking my things. I opened the ancient-looking drawers and put my things away in them. I found a picture of My home back in Jersey and tucked it in the side of the mirror that was connected to the drawers. My mom was probably at work—her second home. Sometimes I think it’s her only home. Since I was born she wanted nothing more than to go back to work. I was practically raised by Kyle. Who’s 26.I’m 14.There is a big age difference, but I don’t mind. My dad who was A firefighter back in Jersey was killed four years ago. I haven’t been able to really tug myself together until about a year ago. Kyle’s like a rock to me. After I was finished packing it was time for dinner. I wasn’t really hungry but it was quite good. I had no trouble sleeping that night, since the plane ride had made me drowsy. When I woke up the next day the sun was shining brightly into the windows that needed to be clean. I was planning on passing breakfast this morning. Kyle greeted me and told me that I had slept for 12 ½ hours. It was 10:00 am. He asked if I wanted to take a tour of the grounds, of course I would. There was a path that wound down to the garden which was beautiful; flowers of every sorts were in this Eden. What really added its touch was the fountain which had about 4 or 5 lily pads in it. Kyle and I threw pennies in it. After about an hour of looking around the manor. Kyle said he was headed up to town. I said I would much rather like staying here. I walked back into the manor and asked Greta if it would be okay if I toured the place. “Go right ahead”. She said. I decided that I would start upstairs with the many rooms that awaited me. Nothing was interesting so far. I ran back downstairs for something that I could tidy the room with. As I trodded up the stairs to my room another room across the hall caught my attention. It was filled with boxes and in the corner of the room I saw a tiny chest covered in dust. I opened it not thinking. Then I found them. The letters that changed my life forever. please i need to know what you think
27 Dec 2009, 4:57 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: If I were to plan a backpacking trip to Europe in 2015, how much would it (reasonably) cost?
So I am planning a trip to Europe in the summer of 2015 to celebrate the end of school :) I plan to visit seven destinations for one week each :) The first place is London, Then Dublin, then Paris, then Rome, then St.Petersburg, then Athens, and lastly Berlin :) In London I plan to... Visit Buckingham Palace The London Eye Big Ben Harrods. In Paris... The Lourve Eiffel Tower Shopping/Dining (i'm thinking 100-150 dollars for that) In Dublin... The Brazen Head Pub Dublin Zoo The Old Jameson Distillery The Botanic Garden in Rome... Visit the Colosseum Villa Borghese Garden Trevi Fountain Dining/Shopping The Opera :) In St.Petersburg... Red Square!!!!! Maybe Moscow... Visit the Bronze Horseman The Nevsky Prospekt In Greece... Santorini Athens The Parthenon The Beach In Berlin Watch the Berlin Wall Neuschwanstein Castle Shopping/Dining. Ok, Now I am not asking you for anything precise, I just want a ball pack estimate :) I know this is going to be VERY expensive, and for housing, I'm just saying at some Youth Hostles and stuff so don't add too much money for that :) Thanks a million! I'm Bosnian, by the way (Thats in Europe :) And once I receive into London, I'll be traveling by train :) My bad. Bosnian/American :) My backround is Bosnian, but I was born and raised in America :)
21 Dec 2011, 1:42 pm | click here to view more
Resolved Question: Can you please comment on this 1st page of a South African story? ?
I am 18 years old. And Im a scribbler. Any comments or thoughts about the opening lines of my story, currently untitled, would be amazing and Im curious. If its utter rubbish please please say so: "J.D Salinger once said “That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you receive there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right below your nose.” In school it couldn’t be truer. In life it couldn’t be truer. And in South Africa it couldn’t be more of a perfect motto. One may feel obliged to start an adolescent story the way Holden did, with a lot of cussing and a lot of superior prestige. But no, mine begins with a classroom and an admirer. Chewing pencils, but with a perfectly ironed blazer and filled with wish I knew what I wanted from my education and I pursued it, in full confidence of who I was...Until I walked into her classroom. A private every girls’ school stands tall at the top of the hill and it is what I call home and my foundation. The odor of chlorine in the morning and the stings of grass being mowed as you walked on the pathway, it was the perfect institution for self-exploration. Like the exterior beautification qualified polished ancient wisdom, the roses bloomed in a semi-circle around the fountain, the gates wealthy blue and the lights hang luminously big as the perimeter. The fountain herself, a bronzed ballerina, arms reaching forward, towards the city, but more so I believe, towards the sky. Her name is Rose Ella, naturally surrounded by bunched fiery red flowers of her namesake every dotted and packed around her, almost as if trying too difficult. The entrance further established a pride in heritage and yet at the same time a sense of forward motion, two big gates and on each side at the top, one half of the shape of a cap, when closed they meet each other and a big brimmed symbol of the school stood greeting the young ladies. During the hot days of the Southern African sun the windows of the boarding establishment and the music centre glistened and winked at the city below and the buildings winked back in flirtatious return. Almost bubbled, this tall candle, “the light at the top of the hill” is a mark of a grand nation, one that was possible but fading quickly. Who would have known or cared that 5kms away lay the township of Sobanto where not much had changed since before 1994 except they have turned off the big road lamps with video cameras at the top of them so that the police could ensure that the blacks were kept in check. But otherwise the people live as they’ve lived, maybe more gardens, a jungle gym or two, but 15 years later and the schools are still missing flowers and books and teachers. South Africa’s infamous two-tiered educational system still bearing the badge of the Apartheid principle, the ways of ANC governance are like kids left in the middle of the Royal Show funfair without care or parental control because they refused to admit it was getting dark…the Madiba years are now in the history books." (theres a bit more but I doubt anyone wants to read more. wish I can receive at least 1 answerer, seriously doubt that) Having background SA info is pretty much esssential Thanks to "the duck" and "Tashi", really I need MORE of this nice of constructive commenting. Soo do you think its worth me joining a writing group?? Mmmm..how to find one is the question.. 1 more question: Do you think I need to "flesh it out" a bit?? I mean thats what I think! More strectched?? Tashi if you might read this again: emails are welcome (and helpful) sahara.nankan@gmail.com (my name)
2 Feb 2009, 4:59 am | click here to view more
