Sarah Nour
@sarahnour.bsky.social
🇱🇧 It's pronounced SAHR-uh (she/her)
🧠 AuDHD ✍ writer 🖌occasional painter 📷 amateur wildlife photographer 🐱 cat mama 🌺 vegan
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🧠 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
"Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth, to season.
Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say,
That Time comes stealing on by night and day?"
—The Comedy of Errors
#ShakespeareSunday
Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say,
That Time comes stealing on by night and day?"
—The Comedy of Errors
#ShakespeareSunday
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January 4, 2026 at 3:27 AM
"Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth, to season.
Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say,
That Time comes stealing on by night and day?"
—The Comedy of Errors
#ShakespeareSunday
Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say,
That Time comes stealing on by night and day?"
—The Comedy of Errors
#ShakespeareSunday
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still."
—Richard II
#ShakespeareSunday
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still."
—Richard II
#ShakespeareSunday
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January 4, 2026 at 3:24 AM
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still."
—Richard II
#ShakespeareSunday
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still."
—Richard II
#ShakespeareSunday
"See the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live."
—Henry VI
#ShakespeareSunday
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live."
—Henry VI
#ShakespeareSunday
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January 4, 2026 at 3:18 AM
"See the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live."
—Henry VI
#ShakespeareSunday
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live."
—Henry VI
#ShakespeareSunday
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!"
—Macbeth
#ShakespeareSunday
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!"
—Macbeth
#ShakespeareSunday
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January 4, 2026 at 3:16 AM
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!"
—Macbeth
#ShakespeareSunday
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!"
—Macbeth
#ShakespeareSunday
Reminder that participating in the world does not disqualify you from wanting to change it. You can drive a car and still care about climate change. You can order from Amazon and still call out Jeff Bezos for being a POS. Boycott where you can, but don't hold yourself to impossible standards.
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January 3, 2026 at 10:59 PM
Reminder that participating in the world does not disqualify you from wanting to change it. You can drive a car and still care about climate change. You can order from Amazon and still call out Jeff Bezos for being a POS. Boycott where you can, but don't hold yourself to impossible standards.
"Lord Asriel is just a man, with human power, no more than that. But his ambition is limitless. He dares to do what men and women don’t even dare to think. And look what he’s done already: he’s torn open the sky, he’s opened the way to another world."
—The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
—The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
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January 3, 2026 at 6:01 PM
"Lord Asriel is just a man, with human power, no more than that. But his ambition is limitless. He dares to do what men and women don’t even dare to think. And look what he’s done already: he’s torn open the sky, he’s opened the way to another world."
—The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
—The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
"In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room... [The] pictures on the wall... seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece... had got the face of a little old man."
—Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll
#BookWormSat
—Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll
#BookWormSat
January 3, 2026 at 5:47 PM
"In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room... [The] pictures on the wall... seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece... had got the face of a little old man."
—Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll
#BookWormSat
—Through the Looking-Glass, Lewis Carroll
#BookWormSat
Although racial diversity and representation in Hollywood still leaves something to be desired, there have been some victories achieved through the years. #FlashbackFriday
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The First 10 Films with African-American Casts
Although racial diversity in Hollywood leaves something to be desired, there have been some victories achieved through the years. Here are…
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January 2, 2026 at 5:25 PM
Although racial diversity and representation in Hollywood still leaves something to be desired, there have been some victories achieved through the years. #FlashbackFriday
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Although televisions did not become commonplace in homes until the early 1950s, certain milestones in TV history were reached even sooner than that. #FlashbackFriday
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10 Television Milestones That Were Reached Sooner Than You Think
With television being so ubiquitous in today’s culture, it’s hard to imagine a time when it was new. Although televisions did not become…
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January 2, 2026 at 5:23 PM
Although televisions did not become commonplace in homes until the early 1950s, certain milestones in TV history were reached even sooner than that. #FlashbackFriday
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You might not think of silent black-and-white movies when you hear the words “time travel.” But this concept has existed in cinema far longer than you’d imagine. #FlashbackFriday
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The First 10 Time Travel Films Ever Made
You might not think of silent black-and-white movies when you hear the words “time travel.” But this concept has existed in cinema far…
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January 2, 2026 at 5:22 PM
You might not think of silent black-and-white movies when you hear the words “time travel.” But this concept has existed in cinema far longer than you’d imagine. #FlashbackFriday
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"Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall... Her daemon's name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall."
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookologyThursday
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookologyThursday
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January 1, 2026 at 2:17 PM
"Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall... Her daemon's name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall."
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookologyThursday
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookologyThursday
"When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was."
—Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier
#BookologyThursday
—Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier
#BookologyThursday
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January 1, 2026 at 2:15 PM
"When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was."
—Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier
#BookologyThursday
—Daughter of the Forest, Juliet Marillier
#BookologyThursday
"The Wind falls still. I wonder if it can understand, or if it too is lost for words. I return to the Hall for lunch, the Wind whispering through the woods with me, leaving me only as the path reaches the main road."
—Thorn, Intisar Khanani
#BookologyThursday
—Thorn, Intisar Khanani
#BookologyThursday
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January 1, 2026 at 2:14 PM
"The Wind falls still. I wonder if it can understand, or if it too is lost for words. I return to the Hall for lunch, the Wind whispering through the woods with me, leaving me only as the path reaches the main road."
—Thorn, Intisar Khanani
#BookologyThursday
—Thorn, Intisar Khanani
#BookologyThursday
The first biopic ever made was Joan of Arc (1900), directed by French filmmaker Georges Méliès. This 10-minute film begins with her visions of Archangel Michael, Saint Catherine of Alexandria, and Margaret of Antioch, then ends with her execution and ascension to heaven. #WyrdWednesday
December 31, 2025 at 6:59 AM
The first biopic ever made was Joan of Arc (1900), directed by French filmmaker Georges Méliès. This 10-minute film begins with her visions of Archangel Michael, Saint Catherine of Alexandria, and Margaret of Antioch, then ends with her execution and ascension to heaven. #WyrdWednesday
In 1985, Charles Dickens's unfinished novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, was turned into a Broadway musical with multiple endings. The audience votes which character they believe murdered Edwin Drood, as Dickens died before writing the reveal. #WyrdWednesday
December 31, 2025 at 6:50 AM
In 1985, Charles Dickens's unfinished novel, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, was turned into a Broadway musical with multiple endings. The audience votes which character they believe murdered Edwin Drood, as Dickens died before writing the reveal. #WyrdWednesday
In 1300, Italian poet Dante Alighieri started writing his famous narrative poem The Divine Comedy. When he died in 1321, the last few pages were missing. His son Jacopo had a dream that his father showed him where they were, and he later found them in a hidden wall compartment. #WyrdWednesday
December 31, 2025 at 6:48 AM
In 1300, Italian poet Dante Alighieri started writing his famous narrative poem The Divine Comedy. When he died in 1321, the last few pages were missing. His son Jacopo had a dream that his father showed him where they were, and he later found them in a hidden wall compartment. #WyrdWednesday
Storms destroyed thousands of Mongol fleets when they tried to invade Japan in 1274, and again in 1281. The Japanese believed Fujin, god of wind, and his brother Raijin, god of storms, protected Japan by sending kamikaze, a term that means "divine wind." #MythologyMonday
December 29, 2025 at 2:14 PM
Storms destroyed thousands of Mongol fleets when they tried to invade Japan in 1274, and again in 1281. The Japanese believed Fujin, god of wind, and his brother Raijin, god of storms, protected Japan by sending kamikaze, a term that means "divine wind." #MythologyMonday
Aeolus, Greek god of wind and king of the island of Aeolia, appears in Homer's The Odyssey. He gifts Odysseus a bag containing the winds needed to guide his ship in the right direction. But Odysseus's men open it behind his back, and it drives them back to Aeolia. #MythologyMonday
December 29, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Aeolus, Greek god of wind and king of the island of Aeolia, appears in Homer's The Odyssey. He gifts Odysseus a bag containing the winds needed to guide his ship in the right direction. But Odysseus's men open it behind his back, and it drives them back to Aeolia. #MythologyMonday
In the heat of battle with the giant shapeshifter Humbaba, the epic hero Gilgamesh sends up a prayer to the sun god Shamash. In response, Shamash unleashes thirteen winds upon Humbaba, which incapacitates him and enables Gilgamesh to overtake him. #MythologyMonday
December 29, 2025 at 2:09 PM
In the heat of battle with the giant shapeshifter Humbaba, the epic hero Gilgamesh sends up a prayer to the sun god Shamash. In response, Shamash unleashes thirteen winds upon Humbaba, which incapacitates him and enables Gilgamesh to overtake him. #MythologyMonday
"My dear master,
My captain and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell."
—Antony and Cleopatra
#ShakespeareSunday
My captain and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell."
—Antony and Cleopatra
#ShakespeareSunday
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December 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
"My dear master,
My captain and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell."
—Antony and Cleopatra
#ShakespeareSunday
My captain and my emperor, let me say,
Before I strike this bloody stroke, farewell."
—Antony and Cleopatra
#ShakespeareSunday
"And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made."
—Julius Caesar
#ShakespeareSunday
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made."
—Julius Caesar
#ShakespeareSunday
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December 28, 2025 at 5:14 AM
"And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made."
—Julius Caesar
#ShakespeareSunday
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile.
If not, why then this parting was well made."
—Julius Caesar
#ShakespeareSunday
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite."
—Romeo and Juliet
#ShakespeareSunday
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite."
—Romeo and Juliet
#ShakespeareSunday
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December 28, 2025 at 5:12 AM
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite."
—Romeo and Juliet
#ShakespeareSunday
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite."
—Romeo and Juliet
#ShakespeareSunday
"[If] we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
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December 27, 2025 at 5:48 PM
"[If] we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that."
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
—The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
#BookWormSat
"In the cold of a winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be cold... Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from."
—A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
#BookWormSat
—A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
#BookWormSat
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December 27, 2025 at 5:46 PM
"In the cold of a winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be cold... Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from."
—A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
#BookWormSat
—A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
#BookWormSat
"[He] took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
—The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
#BookWormSat
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
—The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
#BookWormSat
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December 27, 2025 at 5:41 PM
"[He] took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
—The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
#BookWormSat
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."
—The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
#BookWormSat