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Chapter One: Guilty
“My recommendation for your mother’s recovery is to place her in a nursing care center. Life Care has openings. They will take good care of her as her pelvis heals from surgery.” Elizabeth only half took in what the surgeon recommended. Her mind wandered to the many times her mother had taken care of her, through childhood bullying at school and through a couple of d...
By Derek Hastings
The first time I experienced the Hyper-Delusional Deja-vu I spent much of my day feeling a particularly persistent restlessness. The kind of restlessness that comes with a profound invasive sense of boredom. Something I have begun to call; the Same-Old, Same-Old disease. I ha...
If you would have told yourself that you would become best friends with a guy from another country, culture, and views – you would have been skeptical. You love meeting new people, that is why you’re becoming a pastor or so you thought. Living with a complete stranger for two weeks impacted your life. I am proud that you took a chance to go on vacation and find yourself because you weren’t ...
When I was a little, I was deceived by the thought that fairy tale is just a fictitious story; a product of our playful creative mind that emanate to princess who was saved by the prince from and evil step mother, a cursed castle, magical hair, dragons, fairies, dwarfs, elves, elemental spirits and so forth.We were just a child when we thought fairy tale is invented for the cause of entertainment and to fill our wanderlust: we people use to laugh, cry, awe in wonder and dream that somehow we are part of those tales. But ...
The merciless sun beat down on The Merukiyo as it gently bobbed on the calm, glassy surface of the Pacific Ocean. Aurelia Salvador relaxed in a reed-woven hammock with her hat across her eyes and her head propped on her elbows.
“This is the life, ain’t it, Milo?” she murmured, stroking the loyal German shepherd by her side. Milo whined and licked her hand energetically. Suddenly, an unwelcome, oily ...
Cheryl opened the door to see her husband, Dave, sitting at the kitchen table with his back to her. He didn’t move. She thought it odd that he didn’t acknowledge her entrance. Oblivious to all else, he stared at the portable radio which played quietly on the table.
She watched him on the edge of amazement. Usually fidgety, Dave sat as still as she’d ever seen him, except when he slept. Even his sleep was restless...
It was an eerie night. The moon was mourning, clothing itself with the black sackcloth of night.Everything was still.No mouse squeaked. No toad croaked. No firefly lighted the lush weeds. No merry cricket dared to call out its signature mating sound.In the physical, a dancing ripple could be seen on the surface. Spiritually, it bubbled and boiled. Then, like a tsuanmous wave, it rose, gigantic and hulking.The silent night was pierced by the roar of an enraged warrior, followed b...
I have been so busy with work and Church activities I have not had time for myself. I am up for vacation and I came across a bargain trip to Hawaii, fun in the sun the add said.
I usually don't go any where for vacation and I felt I needed a change. I had been planning this for the past two years. Not taking any one with me. Husband, children, friends, just me myself and I.
Very excited an...
From the Sea
Kai staggered, fighting against the waves, determined to reach the beach. He collapsed on the wet sand just above the surf. Caution tried to rouse him, urging that the sea would drench him, maybe drown him again, if he didn’t move up the beach. Unable to respond, he sprawled oblivious to his surroundings, like rotting seaweed on the black volcanic sand.
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A bright light appeared in front of the moon, at first the Chief thought it was a shooting star. It zigzagged across the sky erratically then shot high into the atmosphere, almost disappearing from sight. The villagers noticed their Chief staring upward and looked to see what had caught his eye. As they all watched the star, it danced across the Heavens. It darted back and forth and up and down in a frenzy of motion. The villagers watched in amusement with the Chief as the star performed it's strange an...
“DEAR LORD,” Jude Coleman bellowed above the screaming three month old, who rose to the challenge. He cracked his eyes open and found the whole family wide eyed and snickering around the table. He nodded to his nine year old daughter, Birdie, and she jumped up to console the baby. At her touch, little Joseph arched his back and wailed louder, his face turning tomato red. Hopeless. “Lord, we thank you for this-”Bang. Bang. Bang.
Part 1 - A Bloody Moon
A tale of our most inner conflicts. The year of this tale is uncertain but the men still holstered guns to their hips and the women’s dresses were long and heavy. The mode of transport, at least for the wealthy, was the trusty carriage or horseback. Hard lollies and sweets were sold out of heavy glass jars and displayed by the windows of the main shops of the main streets, and the q...
Analise used to dream about going to the states. She used to dream of what she would become, the friends she would make and the home she would live in. It had always been a dream of hers to start over with opportunities to grow. Analise was from the virgin islands. Warm weather and sandy beaches surrounded her, but she always wondered what it would be like to live somewhere else. To not live the same routine repeatedly....
He was just a little boy, but he had big dreams as he walked out of the water that day with his hands firmly gripping his raft, because he knew he was destined to something beyond himself and the adventure was just beginning. He always felt like the unlikely drummer in a marching band singing Jesus's loves me this I know, they are precious in his sight and twinkle, twinkle little star how I wonder what you are as he spen...
"Oh, this miserable life I lead" Deadlines, commitments, stress. I must find a way to escape if only for while to some deserted Island so I can feel the warm sensation of the sun on my back, the wind blowing gently upon my face, and the smell of a sea breeze entering my nostrils. I had heard about an island far away from the stress of city life. There are millions of acres, and one can pick their own acre, set up camp, or...
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