Published in Plan your passion
Published in Plan your passion
Published in Plan your passion
Image credit by Ian Schneider
Image credit by Ian Schneider
Image credit by Ian Schneider
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner H. Luth is a writer of various genres, this blog contains a few of her stories. A bit stubborn, a bit opinionated but hopefully never a panderer of stolen words.Always passionate. Inspired by many, affected by a few. Let's keep this page alive.
Resigner H. Luth is a writer of various genres, this blog contains a few of her stories. A bit stubborn, a bit opinionated but hopefully never a panderer of stolen words.Always passionate. Inspired by many, affected by a few. Let's keep this page alive.
Resigner H. Luth is a writer of various genres, this blog contains a few of her stories. A bit stubborn, a bit opinionated but hopefully never a panderer of stolen words.Always passionate. Inspired by many, affected by a few. Let's keep this page alive.
December 3, 2023
December 3, 2023
December 3, 2023
Sweet lies
Sweet lies
Sweet lies
Some lies are legend
Some lies are legend
Some lies are legend
Passion
~ That sweet feeling of belonging? It's got a flip side
Sweet lies
Flattery will get you nowhere but, don't stop trying. Who tells lies on a Sunday? I have a lengthy list in the back of my mind. Lucky you! I'm NOT "passionate" enough to drag it in this space. That would be so counterproductive. A waste of time too. Who's looking worried? (Hey, I'm on the same list, so relax😳)
Legendary lies
In a city, filled with too much noise and deafening silence there lived a writer. She created tales of a legendary warrior. Her protagonist named Emeric, was one of her popular characters. This was his/her fable:
In the quaint town of Veridica, nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there lived a writer named Emeric Loreweaver. Emeric was a master storyteller, weaving enchanting tales that captivated the hearts and minds of all who read them. His words had the power to transport readers to fantastical realms, where magic danced in the moonlight and heroes battled mythical beasts.
Emeric's stories were so vivid and compelling that he gained a reputation far and wide as the creator of legendary tales. Readers eagerly awaited each new release, and his books adorned the shelves of libraries and bookstores across the land. Scholars praised his mastery of language, and aspiring writers looked up to him as a literary icon.
However, there was a secret that lurked beneath the surface of Emeric's illustrious career. Contrary to popular belief, his tales were not inspired by real adventures or profound experiences. In fact, Emeric's life was rather unremarkable, marked by a lack of grand adventures or daring exploits.
Emeric lived a quiet existence in the mind of Laura who spent most of her days in the cozy confines of her study. Not unlike Laura, his desk, cluttered with parchment and quills, served as the birthplace of the magical worlds he embodied. The townsfolk, enamored by the tales, often speculated about the extraordinary life Emeric must lead to conjure such fantastical stories.
As the years went by, the divide between Laura's literary fame and a mundane reality grew wider. The more renowned she became for tales of fiction, the more she retreated into the shadows .
Her deeds remained few, and she rarely ventured beyond the borders of her city.
Rumors started to circulate about "Emeric's" reclusive nature, with whispers of a mysterious past that fueled the intrigue surrounding him. Some believed he possessed a secret portal to another realm, while others speculated that he had made pacts with otherworldly beings for inspiration.
The truth, however, was much simpler – Emeric was a masterful liar, creating worlds and characters born entirely from his imagination.
One fateful day, as Laura strolled through the town, she overheard a conversation among a group of admirers discussing the origins of his tales. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she listened to the fantastical theories surrounding his life. As a writer, she reveled in the irony of this situation – a man being celebrated for the authenticity of his tales, all the while living a life built on a woman's imagination.
Laura loved Emeric Loreweaver, so she continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories Laura conjured from the depths of her imagination.
And so, Laura's mirror image, Emeric Loreweaver continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories his lady conjured.
⨔Fin
Moral of the story, writer's never truly lie. We spin unforgettable tales of imaginary people. Question is: Are you going to burn the book or it's writer? More importantly, why destroy beauty at all?
Fare thee well, my friends.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
The music does sound better with you ;)
- Video credit: HD Film Tributes II
Passion
~ That sweet feeling of belonging? It's got a flip side
Sweet lies
Flattery will get you nowhere but, don't stop trying. Who tells lies on a Sunday? I have a lengthy list in the back of my mind. Lucky you! I'm NOT "passionate" enough to drag it in this space. That would be so counterproductive. A waste of time too. Who's looking worried? (Hey, I'm on the same list, so relax😳)
Legendary lies
In a city, filled with too much noise and deafening silence there lived a writer. She created tales of a legendary warrior. Her protagonist named Emeric, was one of her popular characters. This was his/her fable:
In the quaint town of Veridica, nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there lived a writer named Emeric Loreweaver. Emeric was a master storyteller, weaving enchanting tales that captivated the hearts and minds of all who read them. His words had the power to transport readers to fantastical realms, where magic danced in the moonlight and heroes battled mythical beasts.
Emeric's stories were so vivid and compelling that he gained a reputation far and wide as the creator of legendary tales. Readers eagerly awaited each new release, and his books adorned the shelves of libraries and bookstores across the land. Scholars praised his mastery of language, and aspiring writers looked up to him as a literary icon.
However, there was a secret that lurked beneath the surface of Emeric's illustrious career. Contrary to popular belief, his tales were not inspired by real adventures or profound experiences. In fact, Emeric's life was rather unremarkable, marked by a lack of grand adventures or daring exploits.
Emeric lived a quiet existence in the mind of Laura who spent most of her days in the cozy confines of her study. Not unlike Laura, his desk, cluttered with parchment and quills, served as the birthplace of the magical worlds he embodied. The townsfolk, enamored by the tales, often speculated about the extraordinary life Emeric must lead to conjure such fantastical stories.
As the years went by, the divide between Laura's literary fame and a mundane reality grew wider. The more renowned she became for tales of fiction, the more she retreated into the shadows .
Her deeds remained few, and she rarely ventured beyond the borders of her city.
Rumors started to circulate about "Emeric's" reclusive nature, with whispers of a mysterious past that fueled the intrigue surrounding him. Some believed he possessed a secret portal to another realm, while others speculated that he had made pacts with otherworldly beings for inspiration.
The truth, however, was much simpler – Emeric was a masterful liar, creating worlds and characters born entirely from his imagination.
One fateful day, as Laura strolled through the town, she overheard a conversation among a group of admirers discussing the origins of his tales. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she listened to the fantastical theories surrounding his life. As a writer, she reveled in the irony of this situation – a man being celebrated for the authenticity of his tales, all the while living a life built on a woman's imagination.
Laura loved Emeric Loreweaver, so she continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories Laura conjured from the depths of her imagination.
And so, Laura's mirror image, Emeric Loreweaver continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories his lady conjured.
⨔Fin
Moral of the story, writer's never truly lie. We spin unforgettable tales of imaginary people. Question is: Are you going to burn the book or it's writer? More importantly, why destroy beauty at all?
Fare thee well, my friends.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
The music does sound better with you ;)
- Video credit: HD Film Tributes II
Passion
~ That sweet feeling of belonging? It's got a flip side
Sweet lies
Flattery will get you nowhere but, don't stop trying. Who tells lies on a Sunday? I have a lengthy list in the back of my mind. Lucky you! I'm NOT "passionate" enough to drag it in this space. That would be so counterproductive. A waste of time too. Who's looking worried? (Hey, I'm on the same list, so relax😳)
Legendary lies
In a city, filled with too much noise and deafening silence there lived a writer. She created tales of a legendary warrior. Her protagonist named Emeric, was one of her popular characters. This was his/her fable:
In the quaint town of Veridica, nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there lived a writer named Emeric Loreweaver. Emeric was a master storyteller, weaving enchanting tales that captivated the hearts and minds of all who read them. His words had the power to transport readers to fantastical realms, where magic danced in the moonlight and heroes battled mythical beasts.
Emeric's stories were so vivid and compelling that he gained a reputation far and wide as the creator of legendary tales. Readers eagerly awaited each new release, and his books adorned the shelves of libraries and bookstores across the land. Scholars praised his mastery of language, and aspiring writers looked up to him as a literary icon.
However, there was a secret that lurked beneath the surface of Emeric's illustrious career. Contrary to popular belief, his tales were not inspired by real adventures or profound experiences. In fact, Emeric's life was rather unremarkable, marked by a lack of grand adventures or daring exploits.
Emeric lived a quiet existence in the mind of Laura who spent most of her days in the cozy confines of her study. Not unlike Laura, his desk, cluttered with parchment and quills, served as the birthplace of the magical worlds he embodied. The townsfolk, enamored by the tales, often speculated about the extraordinary life Emeric must lead to conjure such fantastical stories.
As the years went by, the divide between Laura's literary fame and a mundane reality grew wider. The more renowned she became for tales of fiction, the more she retreated into the shadows .
Her deeds remained few, and she rarely ventured beyond the borders of her city.
Rumors started to circulate about "Emeric's" reclusive nature, with whispers of a mysterious past that fueled the intrigue surrounding him. Some believed he possessed a secret portal to another realm, while others speculated that he had made pacts with otherworldly beings for inspiration.
The truth, however, was much simpler – Emeric was a masterful liar, creating worlds and characters born entirely from his imagination.
One fateful day, as Laura strolled through the town, she overheard a conversation among a group of admirers discussing the origins of his tales. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she listened to the fantastical theories surrounding his life. As a writer, she reveled in the irony of this situation – a man being celebrated for the authenticity of his tales, all the while living a life built on a woman's imagination.
Laura loved Emeric Loreweaver, so she continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories Laura conjured from the depths of her imagination.
And so, Laura's mirror image, Emeric Loreweaver continued to spin his web of enchantment, forever concealing the truth behind his legendary tales. Veridica remained a town wrapped in the magic of his words, unaware that the real magic lay not in Emeric's life but in the stories his lady conjured.
⨔Fin
Moral of the story, writer's never truly lie. We spin unforgettable tales of imaginary people. Question is: Are you going to burn the book or it's writer? More importantly, why destroy beauty at all?
Fare thee well, my friends.
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
The music does sound better with you ;)
- Video credit: HD Film Tributes II
