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Bayard Tuckerman
A History Of English Prose Fiction (Fiscal Part I)
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 101786 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
In The Midst Of An Age Of Gloom And Anarchy, When Feudalism Was Slowly
Building Up A New Social Organization On The Ruins Of The Roman Empire,
Arose That Spirit Of Chivalry, Which, In Its Connection With The
Christian Religion, Forms So Sharp A Division Between The Sentiments Of
Ancient And Modern Times. Following Closely On The Growth Of Chivalry
As An Institution, There Came Into Being A Remarkable Species Of
Fiction, Which Reflected With Great Faithfulness The Character Of The
Age, And Having Formed For Three Centuries The Principal Literary
Entertainment Of The Knighthood Of Europe, Left On The New
Civilization, And The New Literature Which Had Outgrown And Discarded
It, Lasting Traces Of Its Natural Beauty. Into The General Fund Of
Chivalric Romance Were Absorbed The Learning And Legend Of Every Land.
From The Gloomy Forests And Bleak Mountains Of The North Came Dark And
Terrible Fancies, Malignant Enchanters, And Death-Dealing Spirits,
Supposed To Haunt The Earth And Sea; From Arabia And The East Came
Gorgeous Pictures Of Palaces Built Of Gold And Precious Stones, Magic
Rings Which Transport The Bearer From Place To Place, Love-Inspiring
Draughts, Dragons And Fairies; From Ancient Greece And Rome Came
Memories Of The Heroes And Mysteries Of Mythology, Like Old Coins Worn
And Disfigured By Passing, Through Ages, From Hand To Hand, But Still
Bearing A Faint Outline Of Their Original Character. All This Mass Of
Fiction Was Floating Idly In The Imaginations Of Men, Or Worked As An
Embellishment Into The Rude Numbers Of The Minstrels, When The Mediaeval
Romancers Gathered It Up, And Interweaving It With The Traditions Of
Arthur And Charlemagne, Produced Those Strange Compositions Which Are
So Entirely The Product And Repository Of The Habits, Superstitions,
And Sympathies Of The Middle Ages That They Serve To
"Hold The Mirror Up To Nature,
To Show Vice Its Own Image, Virtue Its Own Likeness,
And The Very Age And Body Of The Times,
His Form And Pressure."
The Men Who Wrote, And The Men Who Read These Romances, The First
Springs Of Our Modern Fiction, Were Influenced By Two Dominant Ideas:
"One Religious, Which Had Fashioned The Gigantic Cathedrals, And Swept
The Masses From Their Native Soil To Hurl Them Upon The Holy Land; The
Other Secular, Which Had Built Feudal Fortresses, And Set The Man Of
Courage Erect And Armed Within His Own Domain."[1] These Two Ideas Were
Outwardly Expressed In The Roman Church And The Feudal System. [mehr]
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Arranged Marriage to My Mate
Previously called: MATES
- Liebe
- Englisch
- 26595 Wörter
- Keine Altersempfehlung
- 49178
- 1292
[Completed but EDITING!]
This book is under major editing right now and should be done soon! I will be fixing MANY of the problems it has, including elaborating on certain things, fixing grammar, and building up more romance and mystery within the story. So if you're willing to read it now, go ahead, but the updated version will be up as soon as I finish it! Keep a lookout for it!
Taylor Daniels. Average name, average face, average girl. What about her life? Well, that's a bit complicated. Finding out her werewolf heritage was not part of the seemingly normal life Taylor lived. She'd always been the strong but silent type, concentrating on getting good grades and pleasing her mother. But all that changes when she's merely picked up and dropped into the world of werewolves. She'll have to dust herself off and learn to live with the fact that her life was a lie. What's even more deranged is that her life is at risk. And who can possibly help her? Her so called "mate" Leo Knight. A forced marriage between the two is the only thing keeping her safe, but what happens when this little compromise turns into a whirlwind of attraction, hate, jealousy, and possible love? Can Taylor hold on to her only hope of sanity, or be whisked away in the world of werewolves, where her family, herself included, are a bunch of overgrown dogs? Taylor may seem shy on the outside, but dealing with a sarcastic, rude, arrogant mate has her standing up for herself and ultimately, facing her crazy consequences. Despite her situation, the confusing part is the possible attraction she has to Leo. And to think, it all started with two simple words..."I Do."
*The book is mostly pg-13 but its got mild language and scenes.
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Stichwörter: Fantasy, Werewolves, Love, Marriage
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Isioma Jemimah Okonicha
Macabre
He that forgives is greater
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 5599 Wörter
- Ab 16 Jahren
- 55
I remembered the scene that’d played out the previous night, with Sister Susan, the chubby youth secretary of another church, who'd accused me of eating the remaining portion of beans they'd reserved, since we’d camped together, and had food prepared by some selected executives which I wasn’t part of.
"What kind of woman is she? I leave her to God.” I said tearfully, as I thought, as if I was speaking to another person.
She was so convincing, that everyone had believed her claim, as she accused me falsely:
“I saw you go through the back, towards the kitchen, but I didn’t expect that from you." she repeated loudly.
My experience at the camp, with Sister Susan, the same woman that I’d helped to carry her bag, on the day we arrived at the camp.
“Can I forget?” I asked myself, “no.” But I’ve forgiven her.
We’re humans after all, and most importantly am a Christian; the same word Brother Thomas, the only friend I made at the camp, had told me, after the disgrace I faced.
“To err is human and to forgive is divine.”
I reminded myself, as I rushed to struggle with the crowd, to board the train that'd already arrived.
I looked up at the setting sun, as I walked towards the main road, to board a taxi, that would take me home, after I'd closed from work. I remembered the strange dream that I heard, the previous night, with an old man in the dream, asking me to look up at the sky, to tell if I saw anything. Before I’d woken up in sweats.
“What was the meaning of that dream?” I wondered.
"The sky was nothing sort of clear, when I'd peeped through my window, at that odd hour of the night. Instead, I saw a cloud that was all blurred and dark, and with little stars, shining back at me.
Why did he ask me to look at the sky, when he knew that I was going to see nothing? What was the meaning of that dream?” I worried because I never have ordinary dreams; they always have their unique meanings, I knew it was a dream I shouldn’t take for granted, but I didn’t have the slightest idea what it meant.
I couldn’t even pray for long hours, like I did before, or even read the bible verses; I’d grown deeply moody, I hardly spoke, and even when I did, it sounded rude. I knew it was time to speak to someone about it, but I was reluctant; that was the lie I told myself. I knew deep within me, that I was enjoying the melancholy moment.
I thought of telling Pastor Timothy; my parish pastor, and close friend, he was like a brother to me because my older sister, Aunt Rukky, was married to his cousin, but I still couldn’t tell him I felt angry, or maybe I didn’t want to look unspiritual to him.
”Uncle Dele good evening,” a middle aged woman, horned and greeted, from a red car, that she drove as she parked beside me, as I stood by the main road. She was a neighbor from the next compound, so I knew her quite well.
“Don’t worry, I will take the bus.” I quickly said, passing and ignoring her, as I hopped into a bus that’d just parked in front of her car, leaving the woman obviously disappointed.
“I’ve been noticing your mood, you hardly call me these days, is everything okay?” My fiancée asked me, as we spoke on the phone, immediately I returned home.
“Yes everything is fine; my mother is disappointed, that she wouldn’t get to meet you again.” I changed the subject.
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Stichwörter: Forgiveness, Anger
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