Dreams of success often get in the way of actual success.
~ Felix Long
Writers are highly resistant to reality. Just as well or the human condition would go undocumented.
A jewelled garden the envy of Aladdin's cave spilled across the courtyard.
Jin looked both ways for the Quicksilver Dragon before crossing the canal.
The two old men were as still as the stone bench on which they sat, as though their lengthy communion with the element had turned them into statues.
His shout was a syllable so ancient and powerful that Saffiyah's mind instantly censored it.
How is something authorised as 'feng shui compliant' he wondered. Is there a Chinese Ministry of Magic?
The two seasons; deepest winter from above and nascent spring from below, created a juxtaposition that drew the scene into the land of legend sitting only a heartbeat away behind a translucent river of time.
The tiny sculptures revelled in the demotion of their celestial peers soaking up the limelight of human attention after an eon of slumber. Woken from their torpor by the one thing that all art desires, an audience.
