HOUSE GHOST

It was my curiosity that brought me to "Willow Tree Mansion" that and the legend of the ghost lurking in the corridors at night. However I did not realise the danger and despair that lay ahead




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As I walked through the cold, stone, archway I constantly kept looking around me as I felt as if someone in the shadows was watching over me. After several moments of staring, breathing deeply and shivering I finally found the courage to investigate. So I dragged my feet up the wooden staircase unsure of the fate that lay ahead... I was stared at by several doors. But I was drawn to one in particular. I nervously made my way towards the door. I swallowed with fear as I gradually turned the brass door handle and entered the dark room.

BANG! The door thunderously slammed shut behind me and a cold shiver crept up my spine. Dark shadows covered the dusty floor. I was alerted by a noise which made my skin crawl. It sounded like the wind whistling. My heart started to beat faster and faster as the noise was becoming louder and louder.

I closed my eyes, hoping and praying it would all disappear but as I opened them I was back in my nightmare and could not escape.
Would I ever be free of this torture?
Would I ever live to tell the tale of the legend of "Willow Tree Mansion"?

        

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THIS IS THE SAPPY\

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful and noble princess. She had hair the color of the finest straw around, coffee colored skin and eyes the color of a clear blue sky. She was to be wed but not to just anyone. Her father loved her so and could not bear to see her unhappy. They both decided to give any man in the kingdom a chance to marry the princess. They just had to answer a simple question, " My first is foremost legally,
My second circles outwardly,
My third leads all in victory,
My fourth ends twice a nominee
My whole is this gates only key.

                                       

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What am I?" Try as they might all the men in the kingdom failed to answer the question correctly. Until one morning a young lad of 17 returned to the kingdom after delivering straw to a neighboring village. He had hair of the blackest night and eyes the color of a forest. Upon hearing the question he knew the answer. He hurried to the castle and said, "My first is foremost legally,
My second circles outwardly,
My third leads all in victory,
My fourth ends twice a nominee
My whole is this gates only key.
What am I? The answer is love." He replied. The king was so very happy he called for a celebration and the princess and the lad married in their beautiful garden 3 days later and they had many children and forever in love they remained for the rest of their lives.

I know it's sappy but I like it anyways. It's under 250 words. What do you think? It's my first go at a short story.

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CALIPH

also spelled calif, Arabic khalīfah (“successor”),  ruler of the Muslim community. When the Prophet Muhammad died (June 8, 632 ce), Abū Bakr succeeded to his political and administrative functions as khalīfah rasūl Allāh, “successor of the Messenger of God,” but it was probably under ʿUmar ibn al-Khaṭṭāb, the second caliph, that the term caliph came into use as a title of the civil and religious head of the Muslim state. In the same sense, the term was employed in the Qurʾān in reference both to Adam and to David as the vice-regents of God.
 


Abū Bakr and his three immediate successors are known as the “perfect” or “rightly guided” caliphs (al-khulafāʾ al-rāshidun). After them the title was borne by the 14 Umayyad caliphs of Damascus and subsequently by the 38 ʿAbbāsid caliphs of Baghdad, whose dynasty fell before the Mongols in 1258. There were titular caliphs of ʿAbbāsid descent in Cairo under the Mamlūks from 1258 until 1517, when the last caliph was captured by the Ottoman sultan Selim I. The Ottoman sultans then claimed the title and used it until it was abolished by the Turkish Republic on March 3, 1924.
After the fall of the Umayyad dynasty at Damascus (750), the title of caliph was also assumed by the Spanish branch of the family who ruled in Spain at Córdoba (755–1031), and it was also assumed by the Fāṭimid rulers of Egypt (909–1171), who claimed to descend from Fāṭimah (daughter of Muhammad) and her husband, ʿAli.
 

THE GALA

There’s a champaign flute in her hand, shimmering, glittering- a perfect accent to the room, but it’s powerless in its attempts to draw attention away from her eyes. She’s standing, talking to some people in casual conversation, but who she’s simultaneously miles away from.
She sees him and the ends of her mouth quickly betray a smile then return back to the task, the chat, at hand. He sees her dress, black, wrapped around her and accenting all that’s good in the world. He takes another sip of his drink and turns back to his own conversation.
“And that’s why architecture is a fucked up business.” Ralph says, looking for a place to set his drink.
“Howard Roark would laugh.” He says.
“Who is Howard Roark?” Ralph places his drink on the adjacent table. “Is he an architect? Do I know him?”
 

“In a way.” He says. “Excuse me, I’m going to get another drink.” He leaves his half full drink.
The bartender looks bored, redoing the top button on his vest. “What can I get you?”
“Honestly, out of here. But I’ll take a Wild Turkey rocks as a poor substitution.”
There’s an underbreath chuckle from the bartender as he scoops ice and pours the drink.
He looks towards her, she meets his eyes and walks towards him.
“Want to get out of her dear?”
“God yes.” She places her drink on the bar and they walk to the waiting car, his hand hugging her side and her his.

MISSED PARTY

Sure, you may have been to some crazy parties. You might have even woke up on someone's lawn wondering "What did I get myself into last night?". AM,sorry i missed your party, you can slowly put the pieces back together and get some clarity to the night before. Or not, maybe you just want to see how people around the world party. Most entries are just really random pictures of people trying to have a good time. Included are pictures of people passed out from having too good of a time, people showing too much, or people caught in the act of trying to do a keg stand. My favorites are pictures that are obviously from a different time period (80s and 90s). I like seeing that not much has changed in the way of throwing a killer college party. This blog also makes you wonder if you should put "No Camera Allowed" on the invitations to your next party.