Posts Tagged: Siberia
Friday Fictioneers ~ The (Un)Fortunate Pedestrian, Part II
I decided to embark on a serial, this week, by continuing last week’s 100 word story, (Part I), found here His hand was burning. Physically on fire. He looked up, startled, and saw the beam of light straight from the central
Friday Fictioneers ~ The (Un)Fortunate Pedestrian, Part II
I decided to embark on a serial, this week, by continuing last week’s 100 word story, (Part I), found here His hand was burning. Physically on fire. He looked up, startled, and saw the beam of light straight from the central
Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Stories ~ The Fortunate Pedestrian
“Hi babe!” “Oh, g’morning Miss.” “Wanna ride?” “Pardon?” “Wanna ride in my lovemobile?” “Not sure I should…” “…To a land of magic dreams, where dynastic epics bloom and fiery faerie words dance by firelight, and adventurers search for tales of
Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Stories ~ The Fortunate Pedestrian
“Hi babe!” “Oh, g’morning Miss.” “Wanna ride?” “Pardon?” “Wanna ride in my lovemobile?” “Not sure I should…” “…To a land of magic dreams, where dynastic epics bloom and fiery faerie words dance by firelight, and adventurers search for tales of
Friday Fictioneers ~ 1956
Genre: Political Fiction 1956 was when Ilona escaped from Budapest during the uprising. Just in time, too, moments before the secret police were to hand her over to the Soviet authorities to join her long-disappeared aunt in Siberia. She still
Friday Fictioneers ~ 1956
Genre: Political Fiction 1956 was when Ilona escaped from Budapest during the uprising. Just in time, too, moments before the secret police were to hand her over to the Soviet authorities to join her long-disappeared aunt in Siberia. She still
Siberian Haiku
yakutian sun saw napolean pass through here not only footprints left
Yakutia ~ Somewhere in Siberia
The Yakut winter wind polishes its gleaming nature The river shines, hard in a multitude of mirrors While the soft snow settles, caressing the landscape Shamans, in yurts, teepees, chant their song Resounding rhythm flowing, to the drum Echoes tapped across
Yakutia ~ Somewhere in Siberia
The Yakut winter wind polishes its gleaming nature The river shines, hard in a multitude of mirrors While the soft snow settles, caressing the landscape Shamans, in yurts, teepees, chant their song Resounding rhythm flowing, to the drum Echoes tapped across
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
Where Is She Now?
Where is she now? The girl whose picture I found? Posing just after the last snow Fresh, in her Yakutian meadow ~*~ What were her dreams, back then? Among the flowers that only bloom in Spring? When she posed so
A Writer’s Lair ~ Lappland
When I used to teach Creative Writing I sometimes would have the students troop of out of classroom or lecture hall into a nearby forest or field, just after the first snow had fallen, or at least a good frost,
A Writer’s Lair ~ Lappland
When I used to teach Creative Writing I sometimes would have the students troop of out of classroom or lecture hall into a nearby forest or field, just after the first snow had fallen, or at least a good frost,
The Saami People of Lappland: Shamans, Nature and Auroras
The Saami people have lived in northern Scandinavia and the Kola peninsula, in Russia, since the beginning of time, in an area called Sápmi or Lappland. Saamis are traditionally reindeer herders much like Mongolians, or Yakuts from Siberia are, though they share
The Saami People of Lappland: Shamans, Nature and Auroras
The Saami people have lived in northern Scandinavia and the Kola peninsula, in Russia, since the beginning of time, in an area called Sápmi or Lappland. Saamis are traditionally reindeer herders much like Mongolians, or Yakuts from Siberia are, though they share
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