Sarah Nour
@sarahnour.bsky.social
🇱🇧 It's pronounced SAHR-uh (she/her)
🧠 AuDHD ✍ writer 🖌occasional painter 📷 amateur wildlife photographer 🐱 cat mama 🌺 vegan
🔗 http://www.sarahnourwriter.com/
🧠 AuDHD ✍ writer 🖌occasional painter 📷 amateur wildlife photographer 🐱 cat mama 🌺 vegan
🔗 http://www.sarahnourwriter.com/
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Sarah Nour
@sarahnour.bsky.social
· Mar 9
Greetings, #writersofbluesky! I'm the published writer of twelve short stories & three poems, currently working on a novel & a children's book series. I also write articles on film history on HubPages! Check out my site for more info www.sarahnourwriter.com
"At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them... Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe."
—The Polar Express, Chris Van Allsburg
#BookologyThursday
—The Polar Express, Chris Van Allsburg
#BookologyThursday
November 27, 2025 at 2:24 AM
"At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them... Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe."
—The Polar Express, Chris Van Allsburg
#BookologyThursday
—The Polar Express, Chris Van Allsburg
#BookologyThursday
"[There] was no time now for Grandmother to tell how the trees kneel at Christmas. The family was too busy trimming the tree... They put on plastic camels. Grandmother liked those; they reminded her of Lebanon."
—The Trees Kneel at Christmas, Maud Hart Lovelace
#BookologyThursday
—The Trees Kneel at Christmas, Maud Hart Lovelace
#BookologyThursday
November 27, 2025 at 2:23 AM
"[There] was no time now for Grandmother to tell how the trees kneel at Christmas. The family was too busy trimming the tree... They put on plastic camels. Grandmother liked those; they reminded her of Lebanon."
—The Trees Kneel at Christmas, Maud Hart Lovelace
#BookologyThursday
—The Trees Kneel at Christmas, Maud Hart Lovelace
#BookologyThursday
"Years passed by, and the Fairy Ernestine did not return. The count continued to grieve. Every Christmas Eve he set up a lighted tree in the room where he had first met the Fairy, hoping in vain that she would return to him."
—The Christmas Fairy of Strasburg, Frances Olcott
#BookologyThursday
—The Christmas Fairy of Strasburg, Frances Olcott
#BookologyThursday
November 27, 2025 at 2:22 AM
"Years passed by, and the Fairy Ernestine did not return. The count continued to grieve. Every Christmas Eve he set up a lighted tree in the room where he had first met the Fairy, hoping in vain that she would return to him."
—The Christmas Fairy of Strasburg, Frances Olcott
#BookologyThursday
—The Christmas Fairy of Strasburg, Frances Olcott
#BookologyThursday
Vucub-Caquix—meaning Seven Macaw—is a bird demon in Kʼicheʼ Mayan myth, described as wearing metal ornaments in his wings and false teeth made out of gemstones. He's defeated by the Hero Twins, who remove his ornaments and replace his gemstone teeth with white corn. #LegendaryWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Vucub-Caquix—meaning Seven Macaw—is a bird demon in Kʼicheʼ Mayan myth, described as wearing metal ornaments in his wings and false teeth made out of gemstones. He's defeated by the Hero Twins, who remove his ornaments and replace his gemstone teeth with white corn. #LegendaryWednesday
In the Portuguese legend "The Rooster of Barcelos," a falsely accused man is brought before a judge during a banquet. Seeing a roasted rooster, the man says, "It's as certain I'm innocent as that rooster will crow." The rooster comes alive and crows, so the man's life is spared. #LegendaryWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:31 AM
In the Portuguese legend "The Rooster of Barcelos," a falsely accused man is brought before a judge during a banquet. Seeing a roasted rooster, the man says, "It's as certain I'm innocent as that rooster will crow." The rooster comes alive and crows, so the man's life is spared. #LegendaryWednesday
Albatrosses are large seabirds believed to carry the souls of dead sailors. Seafarers once saw them as good omens and benevolent guides through voyages. Killing an albatross is akin to killing a fellow sailor, and results in bad luck for the crew and ship. #LegendaryWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Albatrosses are large seabirds believed to carry the souls of dead sailors. Seafarers once saw them as good omens and benevolent guides through voyages. Killing an albatross is akin to killing a fellow sailor, and results in bad luck for the crew and ship. #LegendaryWednesday
In the Kwanzaa tale "The Collared Crow," a poor, childless couple is approached by a white-collared crow, who persuades them to give away their last seeds to a hungry flock of birds. The couple is rewarded for their generosity with eight children. #WyrdWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:25 AM
In the Kwanzaa tale "The Collared Crow," a poor, childless couple is approached by a white-collared crow, who persuades them to give away their last seeds to a hungry flock of birds. The couple is rewarded for their generosity with eight children. #WyrdWednesday
The Hawaiian volcano goddess Pele tests the generosity of humans by shapeshifting into an old beggar woman or a beautiful young hitchhiker. Those kind enough to help a stranger are rewarded, while those who aren't get their homes or possessions destroyed. #WyrdWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:24 AM
The Hawaiian volcano goddess Pele tests the generosity of humans by shapeshifting into an old beggar woman or a beautiful young hitchhiker. Those kind enough to help a stranger are rewarded, while those who aren't get their homes or possessions destroyed. #WyrdWednesday
"The Wooden Shoes of Little Wolff" (1880) by François Coppée is about a boy deprived of warm clothes by his abusive aunt. On Christmas Eve, he gives one of his shoes to a homeless child, and wakes up the next morning to find toys, riches, and sugar plums left for him. #WyrdWednesday
November 26, 2025 at 3:24 AM
"The Wooden Shoes of Little Wolff" (1880) by François Coppée is about a boy deprived of warm clothes by his abusive aunt. On Christmas Eve, he gives one of his shoes to a homeless child, and wakes up the next morning to find toys, riches, and sugar plums left for him. #WyrdWednesday
In the Syrian tale "The Woodcutter's Wealthy Sister," a poor woodcutter is tricked by a rich woman who claims she's his long-lost sister. She lures him into her luxurious home with a feast of lamb, then reveals herself as a ghoul and devours him. #FairyTaleTuesday
November 25, 2025 at 4:23 AM
In the Syrian tale "The Woodcutter's Wealthy Sister," a poor woodcutter is tricked by a rich woman who claims she's his long-lost sister. She lures him into her luxurious home with a feast of lamb, then reveals herself as a ghoul and devours him. #FairyTaleTuesday
Hans Christian Anderson's tale "The Little Match Girl" is about a poor girl trying to sell matches on the streets on New Year's Eve. Huddled in an alley, she lights the matches to keep warm and sees images in the fire of a warm home, a feast, and a Christmas tree. #FairyTaleTuesday
November 25, 2025 at 4:22 AM
Hans Christian Anderson's tale "The Little Match Girl" is about a poor girl trying to sell matches on the streets on New Year's Eve. Huddled in an alley, she lights the matches to keep warm and sees images in the fire of a warm home, a feast, and a Christmas tree. #FairyTaleTuesday
In the Lebanese tale "Seven Cauldrons Bubbling," a man murders two wives for disapproving of his stingy lifestyle. His third wife pretends to be content, then defies him by preparing an extravagant feast. He sees seven cauldrons bubbling in the kitchen and dies of a heart attack. #FairyTaleTuesday
November 25, 2025 at 4:21 AM
In the Lebanese tale "Seven Cauldrons Bubbling," a man murders two wives for disapproving of his stingy lifestyle. His third wife pretends to be content, then defies him by preparing an extravagant feast. He sees seven cauldrons bubbling in the kitchen and dies of a heart attack. #FairyTaleTuesday
Zabib, the Canaanite fire goddess, is an enemy of Ba'al, the storm god, as he nourishes the earth while she causes drought. Though the name Zabib means flame, in Ugaritic it's spelled Zebub, which means fly, a creature symbolic of a warrior's tenacity. #MythologyMonday
November 24, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Zabib, the Canaanite fire goddess, is an enemy of Ba'al, the storm god, as he nourishes the earth while she causes drought. Though the name Zabib means flame, in Ugaritic it's spelled Zebub, which means fly, a creature symbolic of a warrior's tenacity. #MythologyMonday
Ishat the Fiery, the Bitch of the Gods, is the Phoenician goddess of fire, daughter of El, and servant of Mot, the god of death. She represents the burning heat of summer that causes crops to wither and die. She's slain by the goddess Anat in The Epic of Ba'al. #MythologyMonday
November 24, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Ishat the Fiery, the Bitch of the Gods, is the Phoenician goddess of fire, daughter of El, and servant of Mot, the god of death. She represents the burning heat of summer that causes crops to wither and die. She's slain by the goddess Anat in The Epic of Ba'al. #MythologyMonday
In the Ba'al Cycle, Anat—West Semitic goddess of love and war—reduces Mot, god of death, to ash.
"With a sword She cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork She winnows Him,
With a fire She burns Him,
In the millstones She grinds Him,
In the fields She plants Him..."
#MythologyMonday
"With a sword She cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork She winnows Him,
With a fire She burns Him,
In the millstones She grinds Him,
In the fields She plants Him..."
#MythologyMonday
November 24, 2025 at 3:17 AM
In the Ba'al Cycle, Anat—West Semitic goddess of love and war—reduces Mot, god of death, to ash.
"With a sword She cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork She winnows Him,
With a fire She burns Him,
In the millstones She grinds Him,
In the fields She plants Him..."
#MythologyMonday
"With a sword She cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork She winnows Him,
With a fire She burns Him,
In the millstones She grinds Him,
In the fields She plants Him..."
#MythologyMonday
"Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten."
—The Two Gentlemen of Verona
#ShakespeareSunday
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten."
—The Two Gentlemen of Verona
#ShakespeareSunday
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November 23, 2025 at 4:01 AM
"Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten."
—The Two Gentlemen of Verona
#ShakespeareSunday
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten."
—The Two Gentlemen of Verona
#ShakespeareSunday
"How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
—Sonnet 97
#ShakespeareSunday
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
—Sonnet 97
#ShakespeareSunday
a bush covered in snow with a few branches visible in the foreground
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November 23, 2025 at 3:59 AM
"How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
—Sonnet 97
#ShakespeareSunday
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
—Sonnet 97
#ShakespeareSunday
"Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
In seeming to augment it wastes it?"
—Henry VIII
#ShakespeareSunday
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
In seeming to augment it wastes it?"
—Henry VIII
#ShakespeareSunday
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November 23, 2025 at 3:58 AM
"Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
In seeming to augment it wastes it?"
—Henry VIII
#ShakespeareSunday
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
In seeming to augment it wastes it?"
—Henry VIII
#ShakespeareSunday
My love for Pokémon is incompatible with my disdain for consumerism.
November 23, 2025 at 3:56 AM
My love for Pokémon is incompatible with my disdain for consumerism.
"At sunset she was again at the peak of her mountain. The sky flushed with magic; a great cloud in the west became brilliantly fringed with gold and red-gold... and a delicate laciness of pink trailed across the zenith."
—The House Without Windows, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—The House Without Windows, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
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November 22, 2025 at 6:40 PM
"At sunset she was again at the peak of her mountain. The sky flushed with magic; a great cloud in the west became brilliantly fringed with gold and red-gold... and a delicate laciness of pink trailed across the zenith."
—The House Without Windows, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—The House Without Windows, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
"Always I had known mountains... I had cast about in vain to find the meaning of their beauty and strange power: the storm of feeling with which they could shake me; the longing for them which sometimes fevered me."
—Rocks, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—Rocks, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
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November 22, 2025 at 6:35 PM
"Always I had known mountains... I had cast about in vain to find the meaning of their beauty and strange power: the storm of feeling with which they could shake me; the longing for them which sometimes fevered me."
—Rocks, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—Rocks, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
"She dreamed of mountains she had known—the gods of forgotten but powerful religions. She had labored up their steep sides and ponderous brows; beaten through storms and clouds along their giant backbones."
—Lost Island, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—Lost Island, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
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November 22, 2025 at 6:26 PM
"She dreamed of mountains she had known—the gods of forgotten but powerful religions. She had labored up their steep sides and ponderous brows; beaten through storms and clouds along their giant backbones."
—Lost Island, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
—Lost Island, Barbara Newhall Follett
#BookWormSat
So, since HubPages (where I've written articles on film history for years) is going under, I've been in the process of transitioning to Medium. I've only posted a few of my articles so far. Check it out if you'd like to increase my viewership.
medium.com/@sacha1689.sc
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November 19, 2025 at 11:15 PM
So, since HubPages (where I've written articles on film history for years) is going under, I've been in the process of transitioning to Medium. I've only posted a few of my articles so far. Check it out if you'd like to increase my viewership.
medium.com/@sacha1689.sc
medium.com/@sacha1689.sc
Looks like I've got covid. Again.
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November 15, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Looks like I've got covid. Again.
As a HubPages writer, I am FURIOUS 🤬
November 14, 2025 at 1:26 AM
As a HubPages writer, I am FURIOUS 🤬