tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39425110687728287132023-09-29T05:07:36.657-07:00Sveta's Daily BlogSvetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-27440465295701895762012-03-02T22:55:00.001-08:002012-03-18T02:39:08.731-07:00Angelo Jang where I stopped Hey everyone, by accident I found what I wrote of Angelo Jang story. I planned on making it a South Korean soap opera type, and its kind of an experiment so to speak. I hope you'll enjoy it. Maybe I might write a version, but I think it will be slightly different than the one published here. Enjoy! Also, I'll break the story into more readable parts due to the length.
(Author’s Note: I Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-52870651559890462042012-03-02T22:53:00.000-08:002012-03-02T22:53:30.499-08:00Angelo Jang cont...Hey everyone, by accident I found what I wrote of Angelo Jang story. I planned on making it a soap opera type, and its kind of an experiment so to speak. I hope you'll enjoy it. Maybe I might write a version, but I think it will be slightly different than the one published here. Enjoy! Also, I'll break the story into more readable parts due to the length.
Lucas Kim
Silence. It speaks, louder Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-37513712581543843182012-03-02T22:45:00.001-08:002012-03-02T22:49:54.469-08:00Angelo JangHey everyone, by accident I found what I wrote of Angelo Jang story. I planned on making it a soap opera type, and its kind of an experiment so to speak. I hope you'll enjoy it. Maybe I might write a version, but I think it will be slightly different than the one published here. Enjoy!
Angelo Jang
Lucas KimHer picture. On my desk. Her curly brown hair, her large dark eyes. Ray of light, burned Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-10408579132753781882012-01-29T20:57:00.000-08:002012-02-01T21:17:30.570-08:00StoriesFor those who don't know, I'm Russian-Jewish (Jew from Russia). I'm taking a Holocaust class and am, well, sad is the right word. This story is an expression of my feelings. This takes place around teh time second temple is destroyed, on Ninth of Av (I don't know the date in Western sense, but somewhere in August or September possibly) sometime in 70 AD. Adonai is a Hebrew word for God by the waySvetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-38233156824117076692011-07-31T21:40:00.000-07:002011-07-31T23:03:31.311-07:00Sand in the Shoes Part I
Sand in the ShoesThe cars speed through the night as the sun drifts down behind the brick houses. The noises increase tenfold with speeches and occasional yelling and screaming from far off. She walks up to her apartment and sighs in relief as she sees the familiar one bedroom one bathroom apartment. With relief comes realization that she is no longer on vacation that she is back in real life. Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-72351541467933127932011-07-31T21:36:00.001-07:002011-08-02T03:01:25.924-07:00Silent Love Part III
Silent Love Part III He sees her thumbing through a tabloid, once in a while her foot tapping against the floor producing the soft thud noises. Her dark hair falls around her shoulders and underneath the eye makeup; he is certain he sees dark rings encircling her beautiful eyes. The sunlight filters through the window, illuminating the floor of the supermarket, the noise is everywhere as well Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-33128925978178969052011-07-31T21:35:00.000-07:002011-07-31T23:02:47.644-07:00Silent Love Part II
Silent Love Part IIThe TV flickered, the lines appearing small then growing larger until the whole screen is taken up by the news. She checks herself in the mirror, brushing her long hair, trying to straighten it, to get rid of the curls he liked. She sees herself then; grim and determined eyes stare back, her mouth tight in a scowl, her hand, normally gentle, rough and hard. She is late. “HoneySvetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-28064848760448409002011-07-31T21:33:00.001-07:002011-07-31T23:02:30.509-07:00Silent Love Part I
Silent LoveHe watches her from afar, the umbrella in his hand as it rained. The raindrops ran down her unprotected face, creating streak of tears. Late afternoon sun peeked out, almost shy and hesitant in breaking the reverie between the two. The clouds were of white hue, the unexpected summer rain. The smell of earth invaded his nostrils, reinvigorating him in body and soul. Don’t be sad, he Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-10356666870525623802011-07-31T21:04:00.000-07:002011-08-02T03:05:53.795-07:00Petals in the WindPart I
Petals in the WindHe had never desired a complicated life, much less a life full of pain. All he desired is to become a scholar in China; but, alas, that was not his fate as he begins to scatter the white dust into the air, allowing the wind to take it near and far. She is scattered to the winds, to the four directions of the world. He places a white colored scholar’s cap on his head and as he Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3942511068772828713.post-14132066215338432122011-07-31T21:01:00.000-07:002011-07-31T23:03:52.428-07:00Companion to Petals in the WindCompanion to Petals in the Wind I was originally inspired by the idea from reading The Golden Peaches of Samarkand , a reference book on Tang culture which was written by Edward H. Schafer. In the first chapter, entitled “The Glory of Tang” he mentions of foreign women that lived in Tang along with foreign settlements. There is also a mention of Koreans living during the Tang dynasty as well. Svetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05354480566610394296noreply@blogger.com0