longing

It was another whimsical day in Wonderland and Alice was wandering amidst the blooming flowers. The stimulating scent of roses had just reached her nose when she saw a peculiar sight ahead. The sight was the peculiar, round table of the Mad Hatter. However, this time, it wasn't just the Mad Hatter sitting there, but the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat as well. This sight piqued Alice's curiosity, and she decided to join the unusual tea party.

In the midst of the eerie silence, a soft whisper gently echoed through the hollow halls of Wuthering Heights. The phantom visitor, she left no footprints in the snow, nor did her presence stir the sleeping souls within. This was Catherine, bound to the land by her unwavering love for her soulmate Heathcliff. More than death, it was the treacherous love that kept her spirit trapped within those stone walls.

Jane Eyre, the heroine of Charlotte Brontë's classic novel, had left Thornfield Hall, hopelessly shattered by the revelation of Mr. Rochester's concealed wife. It was then she stumbled upon a moor, weakened and in desperate need of sanctuary.

In a dense, dreary district of London, the notorious Fagin lay in the cold iron bars of a prison, his gang of child thieves disbanded. Among them was the innocent Oliver Twist, a lad of pure heart. No longer under the shadow of the cunning old man, Oliver started his journey afresh, a chapter filled with hope.

In the quaint town of Yonville, Emma Bovary breathed life into the routine 'patterns of provincial life.' A woman of immense beauty and raw passion, she was, unfortunately, married to Charles Bovary, a man as plain as the life he led.Emma's days were a ceaseless cycle of silent dreams, a longing for an existence far from the dull reality of Yonville. She spent her time reading tales of lovers' stolen kisses and unfulfilled desires, a stark contrast to her own life.

Jay Gatsby, a figure etched in opulence, eternally yearned for a piece of time that had slipped from his hands like sand. Daisy, his one and only love, echoed in the hollows of his extravagant mansion, her laughter resonating through the silence of his solitude. This tale reaches beyond the sheen of Gatsby's life, to the fragility of his heart that loved, lost and aspired.

Hans Castorp was not a man prone to wild fantasies, but the Magic Mountain wasn’t a place for ordinary occurrences. Isolated in the snow-capped heights, Hans found himself lost in introspective thoughts and peculiar visions.

It was summer again, and Jesse Aarons was spending his days alone, enwrapped in the sweet solitude of his imaginations. A year since Leslie Burke had crossed over to Terabithia, he missed her presence incredibly. This was no ordinary summer; it had brought back the soft whispers of Terabithia, nudging him to embark on an adventure once again.

In the quiet town of Combray, lived a man named Charles Swann, a man of exquisite taste yet with a heart yearning for a love that constantly eluded him. His affairs with the captivating Odette were as complex as the ever-changing hues of a sunset. They were swathed in feelings deeper than the stillest oceans and secrets darker than the starless night. Our story unravels a night where he sat in his study, surrounded by the vestiges of a love that seemed more like a dream now.

The night was quiet, contrasting sharply with the vibrant, jumpy thoughts of Bud, a 10-year-old African-American boy living during the Great Depression. Since leaving the harsh confines of a Flint, Michigan, orphanage, and being further tormented by the Amoses family, Bud was constantly on the move. Armed with a battered suitcase filled with his most prized possessions, and memories of his deceased mother, Bud was on a mission to discover his true identity.

Salamanca Tree Hiddle, or Sal as her friends called her, sat beneath the whispering tree. It was the same old sycamore on the banks of the winding Euclid’s Creek near her grandparents' house in Bybanks, Kentucky.