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Every time I open the door to my apartment building, I pray to get to my apartment door safely.
Living in a big city at only twenty-years-old all by myself, with no close friends or family around for thousands of miles, puts me a little on edge.
You’d think that once I got inside my building, things would be better than the street. Usually, it is, but there are some neighbors that have been here for centu...
“And in the last days it shall be, God declares,that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh,and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.”Acts 2:17In a medium-sized, yet growing, Pennsylvani...
Cloudy, rainy days like today put me in such a state of missing my daughter a little more than yesterday. We used to be on the phone for hours especially on rainy days that were filled with lightning and thunder. She would call me when a heavy rainstorm was happening since she was afraid of the sound of thunderstorms. I would comfort her tell her some funny story about her father which set her mind at ease after a while,...
In towns and cities the people look at the rain with anger, anger to their Business Suits becoming drenched, hair looking like a drowned rat, or waiting at a bus stop because they forgot their umbrella. But this story isn't about people being angry at the rain because its a nuisance to their everyday lives, this is about the difference to a race of people that the rain barely exists, where the ground is dry, the plants r...
“How many days?” asked Brian softly, staring out of the window.
“What?” asked Janice.
“How many days has it been?” he said louder.
Janice looked across to the calendar on the wall. September was covered in red crosses. Only one square remained unmarked.
“Twenty-nine days,” Janice said wearily.
“Along with twenty-nine nights,” sighed Brian watching the sheeting rain add its volume t...
Silver RainI think about the silver rain, or rather the season of the silver rain. When the miracles came. Definition of miracle:an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency.Or:an unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of GodHowever, I will not speak of the secret things. T...
The weather forecast called for snow flurries, unusual for this time of year. Yes, she had bundled up the kids for Halloween in all types of inclement weather when they were young—but never for snow. It never snowed this early in the season. No matter, she thought. The ground was parched and dry. Any precipitation would be welcomed.The cold winds had been strong and biting all day. Dead yellow leaves swirled in little vortexes, soon to be accompanied by carelessly discarded candy wrappers. Halloween kicked off the...
The deep stillness of night settled over the home. Everyone slept peacefully in their beds….everyone except her son. For countless nights, he tossed and turned in fretful fits. Sleep did not come and give him relief from the constant pain and itch that covered his little body. His tiny form from head to feet, covered in eczema. Burning and itching, he dug his hands into his face, trying to get some relief. Even now, peace evaded him. She watched him twitch and squirm. This night as she had do...
‘Good morning,’ said Andy, striding purposefully into the small pharmacy, straight in behind the counter.
‘What’s so good about it?’ said the young pharmacy assistant looking up from the magazine she was reading. ‘It’s raining’ she said but observed the sun blazing brightly outside. She stared, frowning ‘It was raining a minute ago.’
‘It’s only water,’ replied A...
The last of the campers either made their way up the steps of the bus that would be carrying them home for the night, or those old enough to drive themselves piled into their cars and pulled out of the dirt parking lot. All that was left to finish for the night was to pull out the supplies for tomorrow’s craft for the youngins, write the outline for the camp sermon, prepare the special treat for the campers and to final...
Lance could not believe his eyes when he saw an older white ford pick-up truck pull over. The heat was sweltering and the sun had been blazing down on him for hours. Still he was not for sure if it was real. The last two times a vehicle stopped the drivers waited until he got close to the door and then took off. Lance realized that this was because he was dirty and hadn't shaved in over a week and most likely looked like a serial killer that hitched hiked through the Mohave desert only to find his prey.Lance approached the vehicle ...
An Unforeseen MeetingPart 1:“That was a really great trip! Wasn’t it Dad?” a child’s voice from the backseat said excitedly.Alan Dean glanced momentarily from the road over to his pregnant wife, Louise in the passenger seat. He smiled and rubbed her—now very large—belly. After receiving a warm and encouraging smile in response, he turned his attention back to the road.The Dean family was heading home from a two-week summer vacation at their cottage on Lake Wallenpaupack i...
It was 8:00 P.M. when the repairmen finished installing the boiler.“Hey, Leo, let’s get the hell out of here, man. I don’t like being in the morgue’s basement when it’s dark!”“What’s wrong, Charlie? You afraid of ghosts?”“Later for you. I just want to get outta here! So hurry up, will ya?’ “Okay, keep your shirt on. Let me pack up my tools.”As Leo stuffed his tools in his toolbox, he dropped a wrench and nicked a rubber tube.“Damn! What the hell is this tube for?”“C’mon, Le...
Crimson HillsBy: Mackenzie M. HebnerFreshly stained asphalt seeped into the mountain side encompassing me and my ragged apparel. The hills were before me. Everything around me was greater than me. Mountains towered over me, hills rose and fell in more consistency and promise than I’d ever known, the rocks grabbed my attention and told me of their role as protector of the earth, the animals lived along side me as if my existence has never crossed their mind as threatening, and now that I stood before them,...
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