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Sri Lankan Dances
Sri Lanka is famous for its various classical and traditional dance traditions, which are brought to life by colorful costumes and rhythmic music. Looking back, the concept of Sri Lankan dance may be traced all the way back to the 4th century BCE. The fundamental goal of these Sri Lankan dances was to ward off natural disasters and illness.
By Sandali Tharuka4 years ago in Pride
The Bed That Broke Us
How great life can be to the unknowing, or better yet the knowing and unwilling. In the world of a mind unwilling to grasp the reality at hand, anything can be. Happiness is nothing more than the outfit chosen to wear on any said day. On this day the chosen outfit was a wife’s adult women soccer uniform. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie got ready to leave her best on the field. Like any other Saturday morning scrimmage, Lonnie’s husband would arrive 30 minutes after the game started due to work. Unlike any other Saturday morning, their worlds would slowly start to unravel and happiness wouldn’t appear as easy as they had made it seem.
By Candice Leigh4 years ago in Pride
The Undercover Patriot
It was time to board the oversized bus. I said my final goodbyes to the small town of Eureka, Kansas. The CoachWay express was taking me to my new home, or should I say my new life. As I climbed the giant steps that lead to the inside of the vehicle I glanced at the driver, he looked rundown like he just ran a marathon or something. He starred forward the entire time as if he was caught in a trance. He didn't look healthy enough to drive at all. I hope it was just me being paranoid. Maybe he recently woke up and the caffein hasn't kicked in yet. I continued on my way to find my seat assignment. I strolled pass the other seats, gazing at the seat numbers and looking ahead to see if anyone was sitting in my row yet. There was another soldier already there sitting in J-25 B, my seat was J-25 A. He had a tempestuous look on his face like someone was making him enlist. Or maybe he just got some bad news from a girlfriend who broke up with him because she doesn't want to do the long-distance thing. Maybe he is in pain, I don't know. I tend to over analyze things at times. I can't help it, it's just who I am. I don't believe I'm a pessimist but sometimes it seems like it. I am a happy person and full of life. I would give you the shirt off my back, for a lack of a better term.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Pride
Why I Don't Like the Pronoun Question
I have always had a contentious relationship with gender. When I was little, I was a boy. Every adult I encountered contradicted me, and I forgave them because I thought they were just confused by my long hair. Girls had long hair, and boy didn't. I thought that if I could just cut my hair short, they'd stop arguing with me. Adults wouldn't let me do it, though, because, they insisted, I didn't want to look like a boy. No, grown ups, that is exactly what I wanted. Obviously, or I wouldn't have requested it. I never had a very high opinion of adults when I was a child when they were clearly this thick in the head.
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Pride
The Anomaly
Harlan parked the truck in the lot located about a mile from the cabin. We were in the deep valleys north of Allentown, Pennsylvania, miles away from family, friends, and the Pastor who told me to maintain “self-control.” It was Harlan’s idea to come here; I knew no one would suspect our intentions. I just wanted one weekend where I could let go and be free for once. I reassured myself that it wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t going to go to Hell.
By Brandon Corrales4 years ago in Pride
To the Alter
Shuffle...puff...shuffle...shuffle...pop...pop...Eduardo was pacing back and forth in his room, waiting to be called to the altar. Today was the day, Roman and his wedding day. A day he never thought was going to be a reality given their upbringing in their small town. There were also the bullies, the drifting apart after high school and college, the bullies again at their high school reunion, a public embarrassment, and a nasty divroce. Everything in Eduardo’s life seemed like the odds were stacked against him and against Roman, but they prevalved and won. Won against their small town, won against the bullies, and won when Eduardo was close to losing Roman.
By Oswaldo Gomez Zamora4 years ago in Pride
The Lotus Requiem
“The Lotus Requiem” Good evening everybody, Welcome to my last post here at The Narrative Daily. I would like to start by thanking all of you brave souls who for the past 4 years have been constantly sharing your stories with me and the others. Your truths have inspired and strengthened everyone, and for that, there are no words that can express my gratitude.
By Alexandru Nornguard4 years ago in Pride
Telling My World I'm A Lesbian
(1) I was in sixth grade when I first saw two girls kiss on TV. I was watching Pretty Little Liars with my mom, transfixed as Emily and Maya lost control to the click of a photo booth. My mom didn’t look up from her color-by-numbers app, but I was stunned. (2) I noticed that the way I felt when my hand accidentally brushed my best friend’s wasn’t normal. I shared a xylophone with her in band class. She smelled like eucalyptus and her hair was shiny. (3) I went to church with my dad and stepmom the weekend of the Pulse Nightclub shooting. Nearly 50 people had died, and the priest said they were probably in hell. “We’ll pray for them, but they made their choices,” he told a crowd of nodding heads. My stepmom told me I misinterpreted what he said, her haughty tone echoing from the car’s front seat. I couldn’t stop my leg from shaking long enough to protest. (4) I told my friend group that I thought Lucy Hale was pretty. They laughed and told me I wanted attention. (5) My best friend told me that she thought I was pretty during band class. She whispered. (6) I told my dad while we were driving home from seeing Potted Potter in Chicago. He loves corny Broadway shows. We were stuck in traffic because there had been an accident, but once that cleared up it was a quick drive home. (7) Heaven by Troye Sivan convinced me that that priest was full of shit. Laying in my bed at two in the morning with my earbuds blasting, I felt more sure than ever. (8) My mom asked me if I liked girls while Castle on a Hill by Ed Sheeran was playing on the radio. That song was way too overplayed, but it grows on you. (9) I told my grandparents last, sitting at a table, eating waffles for breakfast. My grandma has always made the best waffles, so they’re reliably on the table any morning I stay with her. I burst out with it and their calm, knowing reaction made me cry. (10) Taylor Swift sang “all these people think love’s for show, but I would die for you in secret,” and that’s what I did while I waited for my girlfriend to come out. (11) She finally told her parents after three years of dating and two before that of pining friendship. We were free. We broke up seven months later. (12) Watching Pretty Little Liars again, my mom’s face scrunched up as a teacher-student relationship is further romanticized on screen. A love ballad blasts as the student waits five minutes to follow the teacher to his apartment, looking over her shoulder as she walks through his door. “You can date whoever you want Emma, you can date an alien for all I care, but never let someone treat you like that,” my mother would rant. To hide my smile, I made fun of her for having a “teacher moment” while curled up in sweatpants and eating pizza rolls. (13) I never actually told my stepmom, but she started talking to me about how much she liked Ellen and Kate McKinnon, so I was pretty confident I didn’t have to. (14) What I didn’t tell my mom was that my best friend was my girlfriend. Three years later, when I finally told her that, she stormed into her room and we didn’t speak for two weeks. (15) When I was in preschool, I heard my grandma say the word “lesbian” while we were in the car. I asked what a lesbian was as I reached over the consul to get more M&Ms, and my stepmom uneasily answered “a girl who likes other girls”. “I like all my friends who are girls, I’m a lesbian!” I realized excitedly. The two made faces at each other and laughed; “No, no you’re not” my grandma told me. With that, they closed up the bag of candy, not wanting to spoil our dinner. I tilted my head to look at the blooming trees outside, not pushing the subject any further. (16) I rewatch Pretty Little Liars sometimes, because the coming out never really ends. Your hands still shake and you still notice every reaction. It doesn’t get easier, but the list goes on.
By Person McPerson4 years ago in Pride
Authentic self
Authentic self We all have something within ourselves, some of us have talents of many and creative minds we all develop a different sense of. I adore the many talents and strengths I possess. With the many talents out in the world and some of the one's I encounter include artwork and singing. In high school as a senior project, I had used my art skills for it . As everyone else stood up to show off their talents and things they love doing, it was my turn to stand up and show what I can do. Well, one of the few things I can do. At first, in the beginning; I wasn’t sure of what I wanted to do for my project. Once I heard of it and what we had to do I could think of one thing I really, really, really wanted to do. That was to sing.
By Unique Johnson4 years ago in Pride
