Those Snowy Nights You Read to Me, They'll Never Be Forgotten
Een podcast door Soren Narnia
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21 Afleveringen
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Little Boy Games
Gepubliceerd: 11-7-2023 -
The Angle of the Light
Gepubliceerd: 1-2-2021 -
In the Realm of the Eight Dollar Soda
Gepubliceerd: 5-3-2020 -
Town With a Tranquil Name
Gepubliceerd: 30-10-2019 -
Tyrant, Draw Thy Sword
Gepubliceerd: 19-9-2018 -
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
Gepubliceerd: 8-2-2018 -
Joke Meets Ground
Gepubliceerd: 13-8-2017 -
Three Stories for a Rainy Sunday Afternoon
Gepubliceerd: 13-7-2017 -
Bride, Groom, Sunday, Forever
Gepubliceerd: 20-2-2017 -
An Oral History of Hell
Gepubliceerd: 12-9-2016 -
Whatever You Find Within You
Gepubliceerd: 9-4-2016 -
Objects Found in a Faraway Field
Gepubliceerd: 1-2-2016 -
The Tears of Sisyphus
Gepubliceerd: 2-11-2015 -
Toward the Close of November
Gepubliceerd: 24-9-2015 -
New Players Welcome Here
Gepubliceerd: 31-8-2015 -
Song of the Living Dead
Gepubliceerd: 27-7-2015 -
Sketch of a Bird in Flight
Gepubliceerd: 1-6-2015 -
3:13 a.m.
Gepubliceerd: 1-5-2015 -
Loft
Gepubliceerd: 12-4-2015 -
Signs Pass By
Gepubliceerd: 28-3-2015
Works written and produced by Soren Narnia. The text of these stories is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA. Email: [email protected] -- When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher asked me to sit next to a handicapped kid named Sean and help him along a little if I could. It wasn't easy, because he was quite slow, but I tried. When Sean got especially excited about something, or if he was told he had done something well, he would smile and shout out nonsense words. One of them I remember, which he used to shout many times over the few months I sat beside him, was "Sorinarneeya!" Again and again, it was a harmless word he used when he was happy, and seeing my puzzled expression would just make him say it once more, even more pleased than the first time: "Sorinarneeya!" For some reason that word stuck with me for years, until one day as an adult I realized how neatly and curiously it cut in half. And I thought that was so perfect, how this little gem of a thing had sprung from a bit of the absurd and a bit of the tragic. That seemed like all of life to me: momentary bits of perfection out of all the absurdity and tragedy. And amazingly, they just keep on coming. - SN