Novel Allen

Joined March 2021

1097 stories

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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.

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An Equinox Duel
Sun and Moon play chess on a leaf-shaped board, each move echoing the balance of the equinox. 🎭 Poetry of the Equinox Duel
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
A Descendant's Burden.
Sonnet I I am a descendant of blood, death, deliverance and triumph A mighty storm still in motion, a brew of saltpeter and bitter vetch
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Who the Dickens is knocking. Magical Realism?
I find TV shows so boring these days...same old, same old everywhere. So there I was scrolling in zombie-like ennui, when I saw this unusual feature pop up. I clicked on it...and eureka, curiosity aroused.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Innocence meets Autumn
Laughter evanesce. Senses gently awaken Seasons...youth...drifting. * Caution to the wind Wild transient joy...carefree
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Dead Souls
🌳 Splinter Split me from the trunk, I’ll bleed sap and crimson red Still screaming in Death. 🌳 I've come to die here
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Silence in Minor. Winner in Letters to the Moon Challenge. Top Story - September 2025.
Dear Mother Moon, How are you on this glorious, radiant Luna eve How serene and tranquil is your aura tonight Unperturbed, you distil soporific, calming light
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Banana Day on the Plantation
Lawd. Talkin' dis English is hard enough...Now dem want me rite (write) it down. I sure will try - for it be liberatin' day a'comin. I so glad dat Marie, de kind heart big house daughter, did teach me English lessons, on dem days when she mammy go dress shopping . Bless her little heart.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
A Transient impermanence
Russet-yellow dance. A tintinnabulation... Fleeting romp of bliss.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Africa Begins - We continue.
We still beat the freedom drums. Boom. Boom. Boom! We still sing holy hallelujah songs of this strange land... Where they though that God had forsaken Black Africa.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
The Edge of Twilight
🟣Twilight sky spills like ink across the horizon, a tranquil, quiet illumination. Below, the road curves downward - the world itself breathlessly exhaling.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Dark Intentions
Two figures are caught in a turbulent dance between life and death About to meet in a violent clash of might and will Speeding towards each other...two freight trains about to collide
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
A Voodoo Conjuring.
The serene conjure woman stands in ritual, her hands dancing above a bowl of smoldering herbs. Candles flicker, shadows stretch, and ancestral symbols curl upwards through the smoke. The palette glows with warm earth tones - brown, gold, and soft white - evoking reverence and quiet power.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction