The Soul of the Old Man of Storr

On August 23, 2019August 11, 2019 By A.J. ReevesIn Non-Fiction, Short Story, Travel StoriesLeave a comment

I just spent a wonderful four weeks in Scotland breathing its history and fantasy. I loved every second and here’s a short little dramatization of one of the many adventures I went on. This was the day I hiked to the Old Man of Storr

The world is a faded, hazy mist. Little droplets of water decorate my skin. My hair hangs in wet clumps that cling to my forehead. The grass slopes down the hillside disappearing a few feet away, anything could be before me, a cliff, another hill to climb…a faerie. The air is still. Continue reading “The Soul of the Old Man of Storr” →

The Fisherman’s Wife

On August 16, 2019August 14, 2019 By Danielle O'ShayIn PoetryLeave a comment

Throughout Scandinavian shores there are statues called ‘the Fisherman’s Wife.’ They show a woman reaching her hand out to the horizon, in honor of all the fishermen lost at sea, as well as honoring the wive’s whom they left behind. This poem is based on the statue I saw in Norway.

She stood alone at water’s edge,

holding strong her lifetime pledge.

‘Til death do us part’ were the words,

echoing round her head.

The clouds were low and water wild,

winter winds reviled.

Out of sight, out of sound,

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Narrator’s Reality: The Real Thing by Henry James

On August 9, 2019August 11, 2019 By A.J. ReevesIn Literary Analysis, Literary CriticismLeave a comment

In Henry James short story, “The Real Thing” the narration is through that of an unnamed main character, an artist. As such the entire story of “The Real Thing” is altered by the narrator’s perceptions. Every word, every moment is seen through his eyes and as such is shaded by his own interpretations of reality. In one scene the sentence starts with, “I perceived they,” this wording immediately informs the reader that the following information has no basis in fact but merely comes directly from the artist and his impression of the Monarchs. Continue reading “Narrator’s Reality: The Real Thing by Henry James” →