A Relaxing Endeavor_Gambling with Fate_Grace Woke Him._Recapturing the Joy of Christmas
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A Relaxing Endeavor
“Where to start,” he pondered aloud. It was a question searching for the precipice of a great wonder to be slew from his mind and onto his screen through the routewww.onedoor.cc of his fingertips, ultimately taking its place carefully organized onto a crisp piece of paper to be delicately stared at to return the words to the mind via the fingertips of a different inpidual. Filled with angst, the writer felt the light tapping of his fingertips hitting the keyboard rhythmically, tauntingly. He stopped. Annoyed, he leapt up and walked with a dutiful step to the fridge to acquire a simple delight to help him wi...
Gambling with Fate
How does someone win a gamble against Fate?Many would deny that a person can, claiming she is called Fate because it is absolute, and one cannot alter nor reverse the events written in the stars by her pine hands. They can only accept it. And those who wish to achieve victory in her game are deluding themselves and sealing their own destiny within a fool’s paradise. The dreamers, however, like to imagine they are not bound by Fate and her obscure paths. They believed a stroke of luck would always find its way to them. Afterall, the stars are not wholly rooted in place–their positions in the s...
Grace Woke Him.
Josh stared at his vision board, as he lay on his bed. "I am a good man." So how was he going to get there? This was today, he woke up in a drug rehab. It had all been too easy to get there, now it was up to him to change. Becoming a party animal was the easiest thing Josh Sampson had ever had to do. One day, he was the hometown hero, the local suburban boy who had made it big in league football. Josh was a media sensation, a pin-up boy. He was champion goal kicker, always relied on to swing a game off his own boot. By now, he was nearly thirty years old. He had a vision of himself as a medi...
Recapturing the Joy of Christmas
Recapturing the Joy of Christmas by Caissa D. PowellIt was a cloudy, cool afternoon in November and Sean stood outside looking up at the remnants of the basketball hoop in his backyard. As memories flooded back to him, he wiped away a single tear that rolled down his cheek and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He wanted this year to be different and decided that he would find a way to make this Christmas special. A few hours earlier he had seen his mom at the kitchen table paying bills. His baby sister, Abby, had walked in carrying a magazine with a picture of an almost life size doll th...