Healing Tea and a Sketchbook_Do not Open the Door_Having Faith_The Violin Sonata
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Healing Tea and a Sketchbook
It was a Saturday morning, and rather than opting for her usual mug of coffee, Ariel was reaching for the honey and turning on the heat to boil some water. Today her body was in need of something lighter, something different than her usual coffee with cream.Whenever she was sick as a child, and every moment since that she could remember, Ariel was given a cup of tea with honey (and sometimes a dash of lemon). It was a simple remedy her mother and grandmother reliably clung to. And, unsurprisingly, it became natural for her to adopt it.On this Saturday she wasn’t feeling sick in the way that th...
Do not Open the Door
In a small country town out in the middle of no where sits a log cabin. Just out side of the town no one knows who it. Belongs to no one ever goes near it the grass has never been cut. Some of the windows are broken high school kids dare each other. To go knock on the door no one ever makes it to the door.Every Halloween older kids bring younger kids there to tell them ghost stories. No one knows the actual truth about this log cabin though. They tell the younger kids a witch use to live there. They just tell these stories to get a good scare out of the kids and a good laugh. Little did the kn...
Having Faith
“Are you there, God? It’s me, Bobby,” the boy of five years old said as he kneeled down beside his bed. “Mommy and daddy are yelling at each other again, and I really need you to ask them to stop. I know you can do it because my grandpa says you can do anything. I don’t like it when they yell. It makes me scared. I guess that’s all for now. Thanks for listeninwww.onedoor.ccg. Goodnight, God. Oh, I almost forgot, Amen.”Bobby was an only child in a home that had been less than happy since he was old enough to walk. His dad worked as a police officer, and his mother had just started back to work at the local ...
The Violin Sonata
Max Kwong let his mother straighten his black bow tie, and then he watched her hands flick like a conductor’s at his collar, and finally smooth the black suit over his shoulders. “Don’t you think you should do more of your finger exercises,” she said, her worry lines creasing above her two fine eyes that reminded him of tiny swallows, always darting and busy. “Relax, Mom, I’ve got this. I’m technically perfect on my violin. Remember, my teacher Mrs. Lim has been telling you that for the last year. “Yes, but she’s also been telling you not to let your mind wander and to play with more feeling....