In a predictable cycle of desperately tragic human affairs But to ask we reexamine history would be most wise. Modern comforts, and widespread ignorance, lessen ‘who cares’. In a predictable cycle of desperately tragic human affairs. Long known evidence of perils ancient text often shares. So, to avoid imminent collapse will take sober enterprise. In a predictable cycle of desperately tragic human affairs But to ask we reexamine history would be most wise.
*Which events led to the weakening of the Byzantine Empire?
Our challenge is to write a story by interpreting the photo below in only six minutes.
Pablo was tired of his grandfather’s constant reminder to look at something called “The Big Picture”. He was always so DARN positive! It was foolish and old fashioned and, frankly, meant nothing to him. Pablo had worries galore. “Where would he get a new plow?” “When would his son be old enough to help with chores?” “Why didn’t the weather cooperate with his farming timeline?” One day, news of his neighbor’s son being killed in a freak accident brought him to his knees. Pablo was devastated for his neighbor and, of course, offered him his assistance with his farm in addition to his own duties. He sat overwhelmed with his workload and placed his face in his hands. Suddenly, his 5-year-old son grabbed him around the neck and kissed him on the cheek offering comfort to his distraught Dad.
And that’s when Pablo knew, for the first time, what his grandfather had always meant.
He first became interested in the man from a random introduction in a pop-up video. One day, Devon would remember that as a fateful moment.
Devon instantly was hooked on that fascinating man’s videos, and somehow, he had been scheduled to be tonight’s guest lecturer! Dev was about to witness thoughtfulness through impeccable logic, tremendous poise, and exploring brand-new angles on old ideas. As he hurried to the event, he remembered the humbling first feelings he’d experienced from this speaker’s words. He’d had no idea what wisdom was until he’d listened to him.
Outside of the campus gymnasium, a large crowd of rowdy students blocked the entrance waving signs all with the word “FASCIST” in bloody red letters. Security was running back and forth frantically, and Devon heard police sirens getting closer. A loudspeaker chirped to life telling everyone, “Tonight’s lecture has been cancelled. Please return to your dorms.” in a monotonous loop.
Devon was crushed and confused. He hungered to hear more about Aristotle, William Shakespeare, and King Solomon who were only a few, of many geniuses, frequently quoted by his new mentor in the videos he’d consumed. Because of one outrageous act, the opportunity to see, and possibly meet, this man was gone!
Suddenly he felt compelled to head straight for the library. That extraordinary man had repeatedly proposed that “We all must remember classical wisdom.” on many occasions and not one of his college classes were the least bit interested in anything proposed by “old white men”. Every syllabus he’d gotten, to date, had said so.
Devon scowled and slumped in a chair for a while then he abruptly stood up, with his chin jutting out, and borrowed an armload of old texts. As he exited, he exuberantly shouted into the night, “How might I remember things that I don’t know anything about?! “
That evening Devon K. Sapienti was about to embark on self-education. From there, he would acquire much knowledge worthy of remembering.
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.