Legend of Simuran
Grandmother told a little grandson that the first Simuran was just a dog. A glorious dog faithfully guarded the fields and productive vegetable gardens, it loud barking in the forest to deer and wild boar that eager for cabbage and turnips. One misfortune: the faithful guardian haven't seen of other awards from people, except for abuse and angry kicks. Always shaggy was under feet, it stick it sweet nose in places where doesn't belong not to the time, it smells like dog.
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Unce upon a time in the spring an silly tribe create a self-fulfilling prophecy.. So, in that old year, young men, who were supposed to stay away from the gardens, nevertheless crept up to admire the beauty of women.
The fair Storm God was angry to them and start create storm cloud over guilty heads.. and yet, at first, he didn't give free rein to his wrath, he kept a gold punishing axe. But when guys began to gaggle, and chase the girls, and start their dirty games.. and then God could not stand. A terrible thunder began, monstrous whirlwind moved through the fields and meadows. And then the dog said from the forest edge, from the furthest away. The dog ran with a desperate bark to meet God's whirlwind and blocked the road and say "I will not miss! I will not allow to offend the hosts while I'm alive!"
The master of thunder understood that he can't punish silly tribe without destroying the innocent, defeating the sinless defender of the tribe. And the wrathful God stepped back before the boldness of the devoted creature, he was pleased to burn the bushes to the ash with his righteous zipper where dashing men hung their clothes. Men had run in a state of nature in the rain to the village, listen to poisonous reproaches. The dog, who managed to stop God's wrath, was brought closer to God and God gave wings to him and God began to call this dog a Simuran. The Simuran began to fly between Earth and Heaven, began to bring up prayers and requests of worthy people to the bright Irii.. And people believed: if in early spring Simuran wings will fly over the field, there will be a fertile field, a generous measure will respond to caring and affection. Simurans begun accompany the souls of people on the bridge to heaven.
"Legend of Simuran" from the Wolfhound by Maria Semyonova
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Grandmother told a little grandson that the first Simuran was just a dog. A glorious dog faithfully guarded the fields and productive vegetable gardens, it loud barking in the forest to deer and wild boar that eager for cabbage and turnips. One misfortune: the faithful guardian haven't seen of other awards from people, except for abuse and angry kicks. Always shaggy was under feet, it stick it sweet nose in places where doesn't belong not to the time, it smells like dog.
...
Unce upon a time in the spring an silly tribe create a self-fulfilling prophecy.. So, in that old year, young men, who were supposed to stay away from the gardens, nevertheless crept up to admire the beauty of women.
The fair Storm God was angry to them and start create storm cloud over guilty heads.. and yet, at first, he didn't give free rein to his wrath, he kept a gold punishing axe. But when guys began to gaggle, and chase the girls, and start their dirty games.. and then God could not stand. A terrible thunder began, monstrous whirlwind moved through the fields and meadows. And then the dog said from the forest edge, from the furthest away. The dog ran with a desperate bark to meet God's whirlwind and blocked the road and say "I will not miss! I will not allow to offend the hosts while I'm alive!"
The master of thunder understood that he can't punish silly tribe without destroying the innocent, defeating the sinless defender of the tribe. And the wrathful God stepped back before the boldness of the devoted creature, he was pleased to burn the bushes to the ash with his righteous zipper where dashing men hung their clothes. Men had run in a state of nature in the rain to the village, listen to poisonous reproaches. The dog, who managed to stop God's wrath, was brought closer to God and God gave wings to him and God began to call this dog a Simuran. The Simuran began to fly between Earth and Heaven, began to bring up prayers and requests of worthy people to the bright Irii.. And people believed: if in early spring Simuran wings will fly over the field, there will be a fertile field, a generous measure will respond to caring and affection. Simurans begun accompany the souls of people on the bridge to heaven.
"Legend of Simuran" from the Wolfhound by Maria Semyonova
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The Simurans have always honored, and will honor the Holy Truth forever. It isn't permissible for anyone to transgress the Holy Truth. Simuran is obliged to show that he knows this so perfect that no one doubted on the day of initiation.
"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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Rite of Initiation is one of the most beautiful ceremonies of the Simurans. On this day, a young, still unfulfilled Simuran, is taken into a general flock, and he becomes a warrior.
"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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Every Simuran must know that is going on in his flock. Though they can exchange thoughts, but normal speech, transfers the event much better than unfeeling thoughts. Some Simurans can see a future, they don't rush to share their knowledge, with the whole folk, they share secrets only with the Leader of the folk. But even the Leader can't ask about all secrets.
"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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Simurans respect family ties and honor ties with their ancestors. They never forgot names, even the names of their distant relative. Because if you'll get into trouble who can help you except your family?
"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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All groups of simurans invariably different from each other, but not by their color or common thoughts, but different by perception of this World. And all groups have a Leader.
"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"Wolfhound" by Maria Semyonova
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"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . ." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.
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“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi
By Litracoria. Published on April 11, 2016.
I felt the most unimaginable speed seeping through every atom of my existence. I felt myself metamorphosed into sun rays bursting through the dents of the fluffy clouds scudding across a gray sky, then, I landed on an undisturbed pond of water. Metamorphosed into innumerable drops of water, I felt a melody welled-up in numerous cores of my spilt existence. Moments later I felt I was being raised and solidified, yes, each and every drop of me and the drops circling me were sculpted into a crystalline horse by the music spurting out of a violin lodged in the hands of a graceful young woman perching on the edge of a boat. She played and by that the watery horse trailed the boat across the pond.
I, Szpilman, the pianist was taken to the realm of gods when I drove the lance of pain inside me to my fingers and played the most painful melody as crisp for gods as the images of the moment my daughter burnt to a crisp.
In the divine realm my eyes lit on indescribable entities and a pillar at the center filled with glowing colors rising into sky. They told me my melody has shaken the pillar and I had to touch it so the melody inside me could transfer into color, since they had no purpose but one: to colomuse (play music and color) and fill the pillar.
My condition to touch was to see the image of my daughter in Paradise, accepted, I saw her, then I touched the pillar, then they told me I was a god because I had played a divine music. My melody had forged a universe in the hall of universes, gods sent me to that universe.
All alone in a universe dusted with silence, I shouted with a sharp churning agony, even a shout of me, the god turned pieces of rock into malignant demons. With the violin I played and created fair creatures. I witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, demons annihilated, and the last decision was to leave my world and play a melody sent from the archangel, this melody absorbed all the colors of my universe to my violin and turned me into a mortal, human. I abandoned my universe to the Earth, locked up all my memories in a book and left them in the hall of heights.
Some musicians found my memories and the violin after generations and. A savior, a girl was brought up to play this unimaginably fast melody which was the key to bring the colors back. But to colomuse, she had to plunge the bow of the violin through the heart of her beloved and absorb the only color, the red.
She did, colors returned, the melody made her a goddess. Upon entering the realm of the gods, she touched the pillar with one condition: to have me, to avenge.
One day, I was captured and thrown in her book of memories to witness her pains.
“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi – 1st Place Winner
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http://litracoria.com/the-melodies-by-abolfazl-mohamadi/
By Litracoria. Published on April 11, 2016.
I felt the most unimaginable speed seeping through every atom of my existence. I felt myself metamorphosed into sun rays bursting through the dents of the fluffy clouds scudding across a gray sky, then, I landed on an undisturbed pond of water. Metamorphosed into innumerable drops of water, I felt a melody welled-up in numerous cores of my spilt existence. Moments later I felt I was being raised and solidified, yes, each and every drop of me and the drops circling me were sculpted into a crystalline horse by the music spurting out of a violin lodged in the hands of a graceful young woman perching on the edge of a boat. She played and by that the watery horse trailed the boat across the pond.
I, Szpilman, the pianist was taken to the realm of gods when I drove the lance of pain inside me to my fingers and played the most painful melody as crisp for gods as the images of the moment my daughter burnt to a crisp.
In the divine realm my eyes lit on indescribable entities and a pillar at the center filled with glowing colors rising into sky. They told me my melody has shaken the pillar and I had to touch it so the melody inside me could transfer into color, since they had no purpose but one: to colomuse (play music and color) and fill the pillar.
My condition to touch was to see the image of my daughter in Paradise, accepted, I saw her, then I touched the pillar, then they told me I was a god because I had played a divine music. My melody had forged a universe in the hall of universes, gods sent me to that universe.
All alone in a universe dusted with silence, I shouted with a sharp churning agony, even a shout of me, the god turned pieces of rock into malignant demons. With the violin I played and created fair creatures. I witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, demons annihilated, and the last decision was to leave my world and play a melody sent from the archangel, this melody absorbed all the colors of my universe to my violin and turned me into a mortal, human. I abandoned my universe to the Earth, locked up all my memories in a book and left them in the hall of heights.
Some musicians found my memories and the violin after generations and. A savior, a girl was brought up to play this unimaginably fast melody which was the key to bring the colors back. But to colomuse, she had to plunge the bow of the violin through the heart of her beloved and absorb the only color, the red.
She did, colors returned, the melody made her a goddess. Upon entering the realm of the gods, she touched the pillar with one condition: to have me, to avenge.
One day, I was captured and thrown in her book of memories to witness her pains.
“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi – 1st Place Winner
Flash Fiction Contest 2016 #text #book #TheMelodies #AbolfazlMohamadi
http://litracoria.com/the-melodies-by-abolfazl-mohamadi/
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“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi
I felt the most unimaginable speed seeping through every atom of my existence. I felt myself metamorphosed into sun rays bursting through the dents of the fluffy clouds scudding across a gray sky, then, I landed on an undisturbed pond of water ..
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"There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever! We are as old as the sky, old as the moon! We can be hunted, trapped; we can even be killed if we leave our forests, but we do not *vanish*. Am I truly the last?" / 'The Last Unicorn' P.S. Beagle
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