tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27705913885143360182024-02-20T19:08:05.780-05:00Harmony through ExpressionArt is where you find it. It exists in grains of sand and in clusters of galaxies. It is around us, in us and we interpret it. These stimuli inspire us and through various mediums, such as, photography, drawing, writing, we express our experiences. Art is the expression of experiences transformed by thoughts. In this blog I share some of my expressions and experiences as I live life and enjoy it. I am Suleman, and welcome to my creative blog.Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-60703846378228715432014-01-28T10:10:00.000-05:002014-01-28T10:11:44.180-05:00White Light<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><u>Warning: Mild Violence</u></i></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“So what truly drives you here?” he asked me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I chose not to respond. May as well ask me what my 5-year plan is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What is currently going through your mind right now?” he asked with some frustration crawling into his throat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I chose not to say anything. If I am going to be stuck here listening to him, so is he.</span><br>
</div><a href="https://harmonythroughexpression.blogspot.com/2014/01/white-light_28.html#more">Read more »</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-35625476716658507812014-01-23T09:02:00.000-05:002014-01-23T09:02:20.760-05:00Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 4)Check out the serial <b>The Hive: A Fictional Account</b> I am writing for <a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/">The Hive Ann Arbor</a>.<br />
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Here is a link to the fourth (short) chapter - enjoy:<br />
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<a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/the-hive-a-fictional-account-the-beard-that-walks/">Chapter 4 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - The Beard that Walks</a><br />
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Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-52328425332689707152014-01-16T09:54:00.000-05:002014-01-16T09:54:39.260-05:00Big Bad<div class="p1">
<i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">What if the villain of your fairy tale was not what he was made out to be? The truth behind the fiction.</span></i></div>
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Bill “Big Bad” Wolf has been in law-enforcement since the beginning. The moniker “Big Bad” only applies to him if you are a criminal and he has your scent. </div>
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He was a housing inspector in the early days. His first big investigation was to check the safety of the constructions of the Three Little Pigs. The word on the street was that they were not following building code as was evidenced by Mr. Wolf’s investigations; two of their buildings were structurally unsound. The corrupt contractors put up a substantial resistance but through the persistent efforts of Mr. Wolf they were finally brought to justice.<br>
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</div><a href="https://harmonythroughexpression.blogspot.com/2014/01/big-bad.html#more">Read more »</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-89894269109930429202014-01-13T18:13:00.001-05:002014-01-13T18:15:40.986-05:00A Letter from Teddy<i><u><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Warning: graphic violence, strong language and mature themes</span></u></i><br>
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<i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">The following is a macabre tale of horror and a perverse comedy. A short piece of fiction exploring a darker reality.</span></i><br>
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<i>I'm coming for you, Sully. </i><br>
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<i>I'm coming for you. Tonight. </i><br>
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<i>You won't see me coming, you won't hear me coming but you will know when I am there slitting your throat.</i><br>
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<a href="https://harmonythroughexpression.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-letter-from-teddy.html#more">Read more »</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-79556073858933192192014-01-13T17:59:00.000-05:002014-01-13T17:59:51.801-05:00Cemetery ManA flash-fiction prompt from the <a href="http://midmichiganprose.blogspot.com/">Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing Group</a> workshop I lead. This one is based on three sequential one-minute prompts. Hope you like it.<br />
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Read <a href="http://midmichiganprose.blogspot.com/2014/01/cemetery-man.html">Cemetery Man</a>.Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-84173982064885444742014-01-12T16:31:00.000-05:002014-01-16T09:58:54.345-05:00Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 3)Check out the serial <b>The Hive: A Fictional Account</b> I am writing for <a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/">The Hive Ann Arbor</a>.<br />
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Here is a link to the third (short) chapter - enjoy:<br />
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<a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/the-hive-a-fictional-account-descent/">Chapter 3 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - Descent</a><br />
<br />Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-76125346986841936992014-01-12T15:47:00.001-05:002014-01-13T17:54:26.446-05:00PromisesA flash-fiction prompt from the <a href="http://midmichiganprose.blogspot.com/">Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing Group</a> workshop I lead.<br />
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Read <a href="http://midmichiganprose.blogspot.com/2013/01/promises.html">Promises</a>.Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-18670406565961075062013-07-30T13:49:00.001-04:002013-07-30T13:49:29.212-04:00Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 2)Check out the serial <b>The Hive: A Fictional Account</b> I am writing for <a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/">The Hive Ann Arbor</a>.<br /><br />Here is a link to the second (short) chapter - enjoy:<br /><br /><a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/the-hive-a-fictional-account-gatekeeper/">Chapter 2 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - Gatekeeper</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-91506447702904172302013-07-28T07:57:00.000-04:002014-01-13T18:23:18.027-05:00Fearsome EntityIt stood in the doorway as it did every night. I hid under the covers pretending to be asleep. It was dark out in the hallway, but the window in the stairwell let in just enough moonlight to create the eerie silhouette and the long shadow that it cast; the shadow which stretched out almost to the base of my bed. It was silent and unnaturally still just watching me while I peered at it through nearly closed eyes, squinting and hoping it would leave soon. It came by every night once my parents had gone to bed and I was alone and about to fall asleep. And each night it moved a little closer than the last. Tonight, it leaned almost all the way in through the door. Its hunched shoulders and long spindly limbs adding an extra menace to its lanky form.<br>
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For the first time, I saw something moving around near where its mouth would be - a dark sinuous shadow writhing and oozing out. The shadow moved like a snake extending along the floor getting longer and longer. I stayed still, like I did every other night hoping it would leave, but I knew tonight was going to be different. It started to move towards me taking the first step into the room. I wanted to scream out, but all I could do was lay there paralyzed with my skin cold and clammy with fear.<br>
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<a href="https://harmonythroughexpression.blogspot.com/2013/07/fearsome-entity.html#more">Read more »</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-62298849436861788862013-07-26T18:18:00.000-04:002013-07-30T13:47:19.878-04:00Serial - The Hive: A Fictional Account (Chapter 1)Check out the serial <b>The Hive: A Fictional Account</b> I am writing for <a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/">The Hive Ann Arbor</a>.<br />
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Here is a link to the first (short) chapter - enjoy:<br />
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<a href="http://thehiveannarbor.com/the-hive-a-fictional-account-first-encounter/">Chapter 1 - The Hive: A Fictional Account - First Encounter</a>Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-82535004710444450542013-07-19T12:00:00.000-04:002013-07-19T15:05:39.115-04:00I was a teenage vampire<div class="p1">
It was to be Martin's first time tonight and he could barely contain himself. He was perched precariously on a branch and stared at her lustfully as she undressed. He felt like a stalker but that was probably because he was one. He had been stalking his prey for the last week. Checking her Facebook posts and Foursquare. He even followed her insipid tweets about how she had the worst day ever. Martin was too shy so he didn't want to just attack her like a wild animal, like most other vampires. She was his secret crush since his mortal days and he wanted very much to have her fall in love with him. Like those pretty vampires in the all the pretty books. He wanted to seduce her and have a sappy romance with all the angsty teeny moments before he hesitantly sucked her blood. Just the thought made him so giddy he fell out of the tree. Ow.</div>
Suleman Diwanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14600766873572571287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770591388514336018.post-34872103339509806222013-07-18T13:53:00.000-04:002014-01-13T18:24:49.963-05:00"You are its human; it looks to you."The small grey kitten waddled helplessly across the table as Jeremiah sat attentively looking at the small quivering mass. The doctors stood quietly observing them from a distance. The kitten stumbled a few more times and finally came within arms reach of Jeremiah. The boy eyed it cautiously and then slowly pushed his hand forward letting the tiny animal smell him.<br>
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"What is her name?" he abruptly asked.<br>
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"I think she wants to be called Bean. She is small like one."<br>
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