Dolores Esteban

Your story almost brought tears to my eyes. This happens only rarely. A very touching story. Beautiful.

Ah, at least you are able to write a long story. I currently find myself unable to. I just write those kind of 'glimpses' as I call them. Anyway. Again, the theme of your story is in fact very interesting. I love that kind of alien stuff.

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It took a while, but finally the story drew me in. I'd like to read more about the 'angels' who are actually aliens. Where did they come from, why did they come here? Interesting theme.

I really liked the first part of the story. Very vivid descriptions. The ending was bit 'mundane'', compared to the 'glittering' beginning. But that's just me, probably. Nice story.

We either do not really notice or we want to know the true reasons behind a situation. We want to know where it all leads to. But all we do is glimpse at somebody's life from our own perspective. Life does not provide reasons and it does not give 100% answers. We feel disappointed then. We would not feel this way if we left things as they are. Your story is a glimpse. And it feels right to leave it at that. Since such is life. I liked it. I wrote a glimpse, too. I currently feel unable to write a all wrapped up story. I feel restricted by this target.

Sorry you could not relate to the story. Well, yes, I did not explain everything and I left questions. But actually I intended to write it that way. Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment anyway.

Oh, thanks for you kind comment. Glad you liked the piece.

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A night on the road. Is Alex chasing a dream? Patrick is angry and Alex is feeling annoyed. Why did Alex kiss the girl?

Why? by Dolores Esteban They left Paris at 3 am, heading for Chartres. Neither of them said a word. Alex looked out of the window and gazed into the night. Patrick switched on the radio. A minute later, he turned it off with a grunt. Alex yawned. They were in a bad mood. Patrick was angry and Alex was feeling annoyed. Saturday morning. One hour to go. Patrick was in the mood for fighting. Alex glanced at him. Bur Patrick just frowned. Final

Beautiful. Amazing. And very touching. I like your peom a lot.

Tatters Those are two poems melting perfectly into one. To me, the poem on the left is directly addressed to someone beloved, while the poem on the right reveals some general reflections on love and life. Our very personal experiences and emotions often/usually determine our more general opinions and attitudes towards the world and life in general. You used the process of reading from left to right to demonstrate it. General reflections, however, also determine our actions in daily life and our attitude towards people. A circuit perhaps. All our thoughts are closely intertwined. This is what the last part of the poem shows to us. This is a thoroughly thought out poem with multiple layers of understanding. Very good. Supposition I like this poem very much. Love stirs many, often contradicting emotions. It makes us ask for and dare the impossible and, sometimes, we rise above ourselves and really achieve what we once thought was impossible.

Thanks for your kind comments, bugeye. I'm glad you like my poem.

Story completed. All chapters uploaded. Thanks for reading!

Edward II, King of England, stood by the window. He was alone in his room. The grand parlour was furnished and decorated splendidly. King Edward wiped his forehead. His chest heaved heavily. He was haunted by his memories. Edward took a deep breath. He had lost a battle. He had lost his own people. The peers had turned away from him. Edward took another deep breath. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. Edward shook his head violently. “I re-established my power,” he said aloud. Edward paced

Audley waited for Roger’s return. Apparently, Roger had found a way to speak to the king. ”Why wait? Why not go again and try to speak to Despenser?” Audley mused. Audley left the room. The corridors were empty. Audley moved on slowly. Suddenly, he heard footsteps hurrying along. Audley hid in the shadows. Hugh Despenser ran past him with a sword in his hand. The man’s eyes were dark with rage and excitement. Audley pressed his body against the wall. He looked after Despenser until

Edward retired to his room. “I need to speak to Sir Duffy. He is the only one who can calm the peers down,” Edward said restlessly. “I go and seek him and show him to the parlour,” Hugh Despenser said in a stifled voice. Edward just nodded. Hugh hurried back to the hall. The peers stood in groups and discussed the incident. They gave Hugh meaningful looks. But Hugh ignored them. He found Sir Duffy and spoke to him. The man nodded resignedly. “I go and see him in a few moments,” Sir Duffy

Roger knocked at Hugh Audley’s door. Finally, the door opened. Audley looked at Roger. He held a candle in his hand. Audley was dressed in a nightgown. “D’Amory?” Audley asked with a puzzled look on his face. “It is way past midnight. I had already gone to sleep.” “Forgive me for disturbing you,” Roger said in a low voice. “But I was thinking. We are about to take the wrong step.” Audley gazed at him, but then he stepped aside and waved his hand. “Come in,” he said and opened the door mo

Sir Mortimer talked to Hugh Despenser the following morning. He folded the letter that he had read to Despenser. He looked at Hugh Despenser and studied his face. “And that is why we want you to demonstrate your affection to King Edward in an explicit way. Make a great stir. Cause an affront. We want the peers to question their king,” Sir Mortimer said, looking at Hugh Despenser seriously. Hugh did not reply at once. He gazed at Sir Mortimer. Hugh’s face had turned pale. The man’s self-confi

Three weeks passed by. Hugh Despenser attended to the king. Edward showed no signs of affection. Edward thought he hid them well. Furtively, however, Edward watched the royal chamberlain. Hugh Despenser tried to not attract attention in order to not scare away the depressed king. But Hugh found it difficult to hold back. He watched Edward furtively also. Hugh noticed that the king tried to hide his attraction. But Hugh was an experienced man. He knew all signs of attraction. And Edward was not