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Moonlight Sonata [2nd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [2nd Edition] by Michel-le-fou
The sound, a song, echoed through the night air around the old manor of Edouard Richelieu*. It was the famous piano theme Moonlight Sonata by Ludvig Von Beethoven and it added to the night air. Above the Richelieu manor was a full moon.
Whoever was at the piano of Richelieu manor, nobody ever knew. There had been a silent and somber funeral about a week before that night, at the hour of 8 pm, and-it was supposed- the deceased was Edouard himself. Edouard had died on a new moon night. He had been playing his piano. Suddenly he suffered a stroke and collapsed, presumably dead. But the wise ever warn us not to assume anything.
The full moon illuminated the earth around the manor. It was thick, aged brown earth with a few sparse shrubs growing about. Throughout the day and till that hour- 11:50pm- the ground about the manor was visibly empty. Then the sonata rang through the night. As mysteriously as he died and the song emerged, there was a pack of wolf-
The Strange Old ManThe Strange Old ManThe Strange Old Man by Michel-le-fou
It was the evening of his 60th birthday. Old Sydney Rehnquist was alone on the veranda of his house in Surrey and nobody came to wish him a happy birthday. It was not Sydney's manner nor his appearance that warded people off. Sydney had been as polite and outgoing as his age permitted, although he admitted that this age level prefers peaceful solitude. He had neither informed anyone nor refused visitors, as he had expected that someone would call on him that day. Nobody came. Then I came but he admitted me.
"Hallo, Sydney, old mate. Why so alone?"
"Dunno, Ralph. But anyways, I'm enjoying the tranquility. I'm imbibing a local ale. What'll you have?"
"Have you got an extra bottle in there?"
"I sure have. Take a chair. I'll bring it out."
I said that Sydney's manner wouldn't scare people away. His appearance was thin, we'd say he was gaunt, and rather pale. As he spoke, I suddenly noticed a change in his teeth. The front teeth and his molars bore fang like tips. But I
Where the Road ForkedWhere the Road ForkedWhere the Road Forked by Michel-le-fou
The road to Evermore is long
And hard and filled with stones
Along this road stand towering pines
And willows with long and heavy vines
Underneath, 't is never known,
Who or what may be found
Most passers-by would simply leave them alone
Then take the trouble or the time
The road carries on for three hundred yards
And at the junction the road forks to the north and east
'T is believed that the paths at the fork are just as hard
They must be lined with stones at least
Well I have journeyed to that point
To find a solitary bungalow
But the way wearied me so I could not walk in
Although I feign would have done
And the sky was dark with clouds and there blew a heavy wind
So I looked for a moment and walked on
I would choose another day to go
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Beneath the sand, South-West of Cairo, Egypt, giant walls were discovered by marooned explores. Riveting carvings decorated the walls, they were carved for modern souls perusal. They connected the walls with a modern ceiling and they rebuilt its halls in Cairo.
Then they, turned its compartments into another museum.
Chatting students from an American high school came to Egypt, believed to be looking for, love and gold, though no treasure was more precious than the education their country had to offer. They spent the day sweating, only seeing the things that other tourist have seen.
After the Pyramids, they were exhausted and wearisome. The sun had set and the moon had rose in its glossy silver. On their way to their apartment they came across those giant walls found in that distant desert. Through the door they saw a tour-guide laying his hands upon its carvings.
"Excuse me sir, what is this place?" asked their history teacher, from Italy.
"A place that hasn't been here for 2,00
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
My principle genres of fiction are horror and science fiction. Conditions do not warrant me to write long stories like before, but I can manage 10 pages.
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