Sky and Misty Two Different Elementals_A Chariot for Champions_WE MEET ONCE AGAIN " by ROBIN SI
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Sky and Misty Two Different Elementals
I wake up to the sound of Amber cooking who knows what. I walk quietly into the living room and sit on the couch comfortably peering into the kitchen. I then hear a noise that sounds like an elephant, and a snake yelling at one another. I freeze in terror of what might be lurking behind me. I feel something run up my arm making me feel numb and tingly. I scream at the top of my lungs fearing the worst. “You fail.” I hear a faint voice behind me in say it a rasp tone. www.onedoor.cc“Fail what?” I retort knowing it was Tera behind me. I turn around to look at her directly in her light green eyes. Tera swing...
A Chariot for Champions
Author’s notes: Story inspired by “The Rainbow Bridge Poem” and dedicated to the most amazing mother who taught us Guardian Angels are all around us in every shape and size. Thank you. The pain stopped. Suddenly. Instantly, really. That’s all I can remember. Understandably so, it had been so long since I felt free. I’m not entirely sure I ever was free. But now I am. I feel weightless--like I’m floating, numb and clean. I don’t want to open my eyes. What if it breaks the illusion and the heaviness returns? Bound again to the shackles of aching muscles, leaking lymph nodes, and perpetually wee...
WE MEET ONCE AGAIN " by ROBIN SIMON
I never thought I would see him again, thought this chapter in my life had come to an end.Giving my life to God when he turned and walked away.It all happened a year ago on this cold and stormy day.We were older now when I saw him once again.What we felt at the beginning can this story take a spin.He looked at me as I looked at him, as I felt Gods love for me withinHe took my hands no questions asked, what happened then my love lets put it in the past.Lets take what we have learned and let love grow.We want rush this and take it slow.Yes, I understand what I did not know then, you were not rea...
The British Atlantis
Llyr flicked his tail, watching the endless parade of ripples as they marched away from him. Dashing ships against his rugged borders was growing dull, and his younger children were content to play with the seals and porpoises that swam along the shorelines. Turning back to land, Llyr made for the quiet entrance of the River Cynwy, the lazy river with its wide estuary was balm for his soul during such melancholy moments. The steady, unending flow of fresh water lifted his spirits and made thinking clearer. Matholwch, the king of Ireland, across the sea, had been making advances on his daught...