Dolores Esteban
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Thanks for your comment on my story. Makes me really happy. I'm glad you liked the piece.
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On Plato’s Symposium by Dolores Esteban In December 1816, Reginald Cavendish, a sophisticated London gentleman, published a periodical on Greek literature. The first copies sold, Reginald invited his friends to celebrate the occasion. On a Friday evening, Reginald and his guests assembled in the living room of his London house. Reginald handed out copies of his periodical. His guests turned the pages curiously. "What do you think?" Reginald asked. "It looks beautiful," E
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Reginald and his friend Orson explain why they do not agree with Plato’s essay and why they think that Plato’s concept of love is the reason for deep-rooted prejudices in contemporary Europe.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm happy you liked the story.
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Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. I'm glad you liked the story.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, it's morose. Hope you liked it anyway
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Goodbye byDolores Esteban We’ve never said goodbyeI feel lonely, empty, and lostWhose fault was that?Break-upSo sad. I feel guilty for itI kept my promise, thoughWe meet again and briefly nodMy smile is vagueI knowHow true. This is the final cutI follow my own pathThe bond is dissolved and the sadFate reconciledGoodbyeMay you do well, and best of luck © 2011 Dolores Esteban
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Two lovers break up.
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Alright byDolores Esteban People are strange when you're a stranger, Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted, Streets are uneven when you're down, When you're strange Faces come out of the rain when you're strange No one remembers your name when you're strange When you're strange When you're strange (People Are Strange - The Doors) I was looking out of the window, asking mysel
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Things had changed definitely. I was asking myself why and when things had changed.
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Prisoner of the Past by Dolores Esteban He had left his old life behind many years ago. Jeremy T. Baker felt like an entirely different man now. His memories had faded away. At least, that was what he thought. He didn’t realize that his memories were just locked up in some dark chamber of his brain. Jeremy T. Baker did not know of this closet. There was just that vague and faint feeling of unease that sometimes and quite out of a sudden disturbed his peace and mind. Th
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He had left his old life behind. At least, that was what he thought. He didn’t realize that his memories were just locked up in some dark chamber of his brain.
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Happy New Year!
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This is a fascinating and emotionally touching tale, very well written and with beautiful images. The story drew me in quickly. I relate to Taral and I'm curious to read more. A very good beginning.
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No problem. It was a cute, little fish.
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I once dreamed I was a fish.
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Shakespearean Sonnets
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Shakespearean Sonnets
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Shakespearean Sonnets
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Carpe Diem A Shakespearean Sonnet All things must pass and time is a-flying A tale of woe. Alas, how sad a fate! Short is my life, and my love is dying My life is withered; my laments too late Thy beloved face I see and close my eyes Gone are those happy days of fair a light Thy love I lost due to mischievous lies A storm is raging; it is forev'r night All things must pass and time is a-flying Thy sweet face’s but my saddened mind’s display Night’s upon my soul; my heart
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Dandelion by Dolores Esteban Dandelion swept into the room. His black coat swayed with every step that he took. Everybody stopped talking. And people looked at him. Dandelion nodded cheerfully and smiled a playful smile. "I’m terribly late. I’m so sorry," he said, looking from one to the other. Neither of the party guests responded, however. They turned back to their conversations at once. Dandelion’s face hardened. His face showed a pout. Jayden Robinson finall
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Dandelion’s hopes were deceived. But Dandelion decides to move on with his life.
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Merry Christmas
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No Ordinary Friendship by Dolores Esteban My name is Gordon. I’m thirty years old. I work with a lawyer. I think that I’m an ordinary man. I was on my way to the dentist when my whole life turned upside down. I met him at a corner. He asked me to show him around in the city, since he had only recently arrived. I watched the traffic lights, ignoring him. But he continued talking to me in a very loud voice. He had an accent that I was not familiar with. He followed me when I crossed
