Dancing Leaves_God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut_Gifted Hands_Murder
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Dancing Leaves
Dancing LeavesMaybe it was because of the rustling leaves chasing one another across the lawn like curious, playful children.I’d always been inquisitive, but tonight more so than ever before. The last night in October.Shadows from the old, weeping willows cast an unnerving, sinister light on the lawn of the grotesque mansion, lights glittered brilliantly in most of the downstairs windows. The rusty, iron gate was ajar. A frosty chill was in the air-November was right around the corner.“What the heck?” I found myself saying as I slowed and hovered to observe the unusual scene.Many a night, I’d ...
God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut
Many years ago, I lived in Thailand. Instead of becoming closer to my heritage, I was a missionary trying to teach people about Jesus. Most people didn’t want to listen because they were happy being Buddhist, so we had to find creative ways to get them to hear our message. “Creative” often meant being sneaky, deceitful, and dishonest, but it was a necessary evil because we had souls to save. Every Tuesday evening, we held a free English class at the church. The only cost was sitwww.onedoor.ccting through a five-minute talk about Jesus and the Mormon religion after the class was over. Of course, the more ri...
Gifted Hands
Gifted Hands 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 Manila, Philippines, has to go to school. A growing teenager at 17 years of age, Angelito Sanchez, his Christian name, is a struggling student because of poverty, but with a passion to play drums. Inspired by his gift of toy drums when he was a child, he learn...
Murder
MurderHe was hunched over in a corner of the house not knowing what to do. "Sometimes a murder may happen tomorrow by slapping my cheek today. He will be killed and he will be the killer." Shravan said subjectively. He must find some way. He thought for a while and told his wife. 'I have found a solution. You can stop crying and the children will come after the game. She will be upset if she sees you crying.'With that, he stepped out of the collapsed building. He walked forward through the middle of the ground, which was covered with forest. His whole wheat field He looked up. Gold-plated ear...