Dichotomy Stories

Sophie Zurich is dead. The whole of the town Pandora is shaking after learning about the horrendous spurs of the death. Social media is going crazy and everyone has just one word on their lips: "justice" Sophie Zurich is dead. Her mother couldn't but blame herself. Her stepbrother, Samuel, can't go to bed without shrieking out loud claiming that he can hear her. He can see her. Sophie Zurich is dead. The cops have every reason to justify the convicts but what's stopping them? Sophie Zurich is dead. Or is she? [ 12 / O3 / 2O22 ] - [ na ]

A tale of Gods and Men, and monsters on both sides. Embrace the false dichotomy.

Set in a fantasy world not unlike ours, follow Dayna Vasileva as he struggles against the confines of his birth, discovers his nature, and experience life in it's rawest form.

Dichotomy; A dichotomy is a contrast between two things. When there are two ideas, especially two opposed ideas — like war and peace, or love and hate — you have a dichotomy.

In a kingdom ruled by illusion, she'll become the perfect lie. Five years ago, Lydia Oleander lost everything in a fire, the boy who gave her a key around her neck, the father who never truly came back, and the mother who vanished with the smoke. Now, the kingdom mourns what was lost by hosting annual balls and shallow toasts, but Lydia knows grief doesn't wear black and dance beneath chandeliers. Grief burns. And she's still burning. When the king recruits her to spy on the estranged, dangerous villain Azrael, Lydia agrees, determined to see the downfall of the man who made her lose everything she once held close. Gaining his trust will be easy, after all, Lydia has been playing this game for years, she's always been good at pretending. Innocent. Obedient. Sweet. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the game becomes. Secrets spiral. Dreams bleed into waking. And Azrael might not be the only monster out there...

A short pondering

The dichotomy of rust By james a. galgano A world that begins without promise anyone is able to see. A child clings to parents' fingers searching for love's warm eternal embrace. Flash forward to puberty many times this child is left waiting for anyone to reach for his or her trembling eyes. Often one is left to think these adults or grown children have forgotten the pain of negligence and lies. Life has become an endless dilemma searching for reason and or solution or is portrayed on internet for follower or like Is this what we all have become as we cling to our broken promises or dreams on spirits which capture our dark night. This was never how life was to be lived where everyone is either so hurt or so reluctant to forgive! Sure, this might be overblown but have you read the news if you are still even able to read The world is severely divided by false prophets, billionaire nuts, or the rest of us if have all by them been deceived? Yet, rather than target those who have been responsible for meting out all this sorrow or pain. We turn against each other we who have no blemish or blame but being born a certain color, religion, culture or mindset as if that is even a real reason. Think about it humans have been on this planet close to 6 million years and still we refuse to admit these idiots with all the money are the problem now the rest of us. This is the black and white color we all must see after all this is what these criminals have done to us all since life's first century. What will we all do now get rid of this wealthy rust and move forward to a better place to be? (only time will tell, if it would speak)

For nearly two centuries the Kumihedin's benevolent rule has brought peace to the land. In the town of Clifton every twelfth day the people receive their purpose and follow it till the next twelfth. But what happens when two cloaked figures interrupt the clockwork nature of this small cliffside town. Astrayna is given choice for the first time in her life, will she take the risk? And is she ready for the consequences that come with it? Find out in Astrayna's Choice.

Author's Note: This poem was a part of a collection that I wrote in middle school. It was actually in the same collection as the poem, Pathway of Time. I forgot what type of poem it is because it is not free verse and the wrapping of the lines is intentional. As I read it now, I am struck by all of the dichotomies: fire can be both a destructive and creative force, nature vs modernity and the ways in which humanity is a part of that, chaos and order, and real and supernatural (with the talk of fairies near the end). It is a sort of an "everything and nothing" poem. It has a prose structure, but it is broken up in the middle of the sentences. As you read the poem, think about the dichotomies in yourself and your own life. How are you walking in the forest?

To the person who touches the intangible: Our moments were stardust Our love was celestial Our universe was a sudden gush of love and a meeting of two souls Our history will remain as one of the brightest ethereality mortality could witness - Stardust, Memoirs 12/29/17

Angel Foster's debut poetry collection under her new pen name, she describes a detailed depiction of being love lost and choosing between the good and the light.

Mourning the loss of someone dear and struggling to find what exactly is tearing apart the kingdoms of both land and sky alike, Princess Calypso and her friends must put a stop to the seeping darkness once and for all...

This Poem is how The Author CReality feels about past relationships, And their Inability to understand the dichotomy between pain and love. Hoping one person is Helped or even Understands the piece that I put out. Thank You - CREALITY

New York, this concrete jungle is where some of the best prey call home, at least in the eyes of Savanna. Normally its inhabitants are regarded as some of the fiercest predators around; but by night, Savanna is able to appeal to that predatory nature with her display of vulnerability. Once entranced by Savanna's performance, she robs and deceives these men. This is the life she is used to, one she lives so mercilessly, that is until she finally meets her match.

March 3 The Horse of a Different Stripe When I arrived at the horse and pony show, I saw all there was to see; there were Morgans, Walkers, and Paints. Yet I couldn’t help, but return to this particular zebra, the spark of my imagination, the inspiration of my dreams. There was no help for me, I want what I want and need what I need. It was all about spirit, all about soul; the fire in its eyes matched the burning of my heart, ignition at the point of recognition. Then I stumble, then I fall, bad behavior and wrong thinking, the selfishness of the self-involved takes hold and runs my mouth, “Nice mount, great steed, But can nothing be done about these stripes?” The flash in those eyes, the knowing knickers, said it all. I was trying to stay in my small place and that would never work with her, if I wanted the Zebra, I had to be willing to go to Africa. Respect randomness * You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault