I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Ellen was dog-tired because of procrastination, the bain of her life which resulted in her communication essay not being completed until near three o’clock this morning. She had sluggishly made it down the stairs when she remembered having left … Continue reading
“Where did all these footprints come from?” mused Detective Sam Smith. He had been called because all the silver coins had been taken from the fountain. The footprints should have been a good clue, except for one thing. The wet … Continue reading
Prompt: Tell the story of why this room is empty! She got the furnishings; he got the house. She took the baby; he’s left with a mouse. He got bare walls, broken floors, and grief She finally struck back and … Continue reading
Why do I come? Why do I continue to sit with you. Why did I spend time with you every day although you did not know me or know that I was there? Then you were bound to the bed, now bound … Continue reading