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Two days ago it still seemed so distant. On the one hand there was my faith, shaping every part of my life, leading me to go or not to go there. On the other hand, there was no concrete manifestation, just God working behind the scenes. Any Christian will know that when it is time to surrender, the act will most likely align with the finitude of our wisdom, of our being in control having its limits, safe in the knowledge that His word always stands.We are called to get wisdom, though it costs all we have. To love He who ...
Tomorrow was Christmas Day and she was still shopping for the perfect gift for one special man in her life, her Dad. Since mom passed on two years before from a heart issue, he needed something in his life; he would just go out to buy it. Her parents had always been on the soft side of easy street, so her dad was well off and didn’t have to work one day more in his golden years. She always chuckled as she watched the lo...
Never before has our Christmas tree made such weird noises. Although, to be honest, I started to doubt, that the chirping, that blared through my living room actually came from the tree.
Joanne was dead set on getting me a pet. It’s not her fault, that I’m allergic to most things furry, but for her, growing up on a farm, always surrounded by animals, my avoidance to them was hard for her to grasp. Ever s...
Luc, son of Roland and Marthe
“Not worth it. Don’t be rash. Your life is more important. Why not go home for the holidays? You’ll feel better once you’ve had a break.”
Gary meant well, but…
The word normally comforted his gut.
But Luc’s father had passed last February.
The idea of seeing long familiar streets, only hollowed his belly. Nothing would be the s...
Twas the night before Christmas, all was silent, all was nice until the Drummer Girl gave it some spice. Holly dropped her drum sticks onto the floor and let out a tired sigh. Her face felt patchy with the amounts of makeup that she wore was now melting away. She was here now in a place she called Home. The secrets were now unravelled, the doors all opened. Her heart ached for more.
Holly wasn’t the type ...
THE DEADLY DAYS
Martin was doomed to die. Lethal injection was the method; but he didn’t care. The fact that he was innocent worried him the most. He hoped. Oh, how he hoped for that phone call that would save him. He marked the walls with a tally of his final days. Ten more to go. He shivered from fear, wishing to God he was...
The Merry Bird
There once was a young man named Bruce, that had just moved out on his own. He wanted to have the best Christmas ever. He dreamed about it all year. Having all his family and friends, lots of food and of course lots of presents. He wanted to have such a great Christmas this year, that he went out of his way to make sure...
Christmas time in Australia is unpredictable. It is rarely cold, sometimes wet, often boiling, and what was grass is dry as dust even in the city. The heat is sometimes dry and comfortable, but it is often humid and one of those things you tolerate; the weather patterns play havoc with hay fever, asthma and temperaments. Troy did not know any other kind of Christmas.
He had been in two minds whether or no...
Sitting in a chair, having a vacation in this beautiful place where I am at peace and hearing the chirping of the bird’s leads to serenity which I wish far beyond what I expected to be. I long for your presence, and I’m dying to meet you soon but sadly this time isn’t the best time, not because you weren’t ready, but because I wasn’t ready and the world isn’t ready. I have so much time to impro...
"When you get older who will slaughter the chicken for you?" My dad always asked me this every Christmas eve as they slaughtered goats and chicken for the rest of the festive season. "I will have a husband, daddy to do all that for me. I'll also be rich to hire someone to slaughter the chicken and goats" I always replied and my dad always shook his head at my arrogance. He thought it was a skill to come in handy one day and I thought it was a role for men. I pulled the African traditional society card where men did the grazing, hunting an...
What do you think will be more exciting about a drummer going to a holiday party for musicians? Until you read this story from the beginning, you will never find out that life's drama happens at any moment.
it's 06:00 AM, his mother wakes him up as she does every day. “Tikboy” as he is known in the poor neighborhood of Tondo M...
Little Drummer Boy “It’s about the right time and the right place to expose my talent, yes this is it,” was all you would hear Fish saying over the last two (2) months.(Noel)that’s his real name, had graduated from the school of music almost a year ago but had not been able to get a job. He had been doing gigs at night clubs for the last six months but still did not feel a sense of fulfillment. Although he was grateful for this humble beginning where he could hone his skills he wanted mor...
I was devastated that I can’t even think on what to do in my life. I wish to give joy but I can’t even be happy on my own. I wasn’t the same person yesterday, as days goes by, I came to realized that I changed as a person. I felt numb that all I think is to sleep to diminish the pain I had, the pain that I can’t even express to anyone. I wish to join in an Olympic and reach the very best I had,...
“Christopher’s Personal Idorean Device here. You will want pizza for tonight.”
“Thanks for telling me. I’m ready for the recipe you picked out.” Twenty-two-years-old, away from my mother, and the P.I.D. makes the living easy. I like my hair short, but I’ll wait until the program predicts when I want it cut. I do like the new autumn colored shirt it said I would buy. It makes my brown eyes appear larger.
Paula gathered her mail for the day and continued on her way to the apartment she had rented for the last two years without a second glance at what precious mail she had received that day. She was thinking about pouring a glass of wine and getting some cheese to sit down to look at the bills that had come that day. As she entered her apartment, she put the mail on her kitchen table before continuing to get comfortable,...
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