Window of Illusion_On Pins and Needles_Impressions_Let Not the Fire Burn
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Window of Illusion
It was a window of illusion, of fantasy, of wonder: the single small window in my room, the attic window always closed, which I was just the right height, if I drew myself up, to peer through at the world stretching far into the horizon. Only, it did not show me the world outside the house; a fantastical world was what greeted my eyes. An absolutely mad and nonsensical beauty: that was what anyone of right mind could call it. It was bright and colourful, painted like a rainbow that twisted and scattered itself gently across the many lands. It had the scent of many flowers blooming, and the sme...
On Pins and Needles
On Pins and NeedlesPenelope Jameson pressed her hot cheek against the cold glass jar. It would not be long now. She thrust her stash back into the recess of her closet next to the doll hidden in the cloth bag. She glanced at the clock on her headboard. She still had a half hour to finish the “Perfect Pet” she had started last night. Madeline Pierce, her half sister, would arrive home at 5:45 from her job at the Welfare Office.At her sewing bench, she lifted the furry puppy into her lap and rocked back and forth crooning. His shiny black eyes looked back at her wistfully. She ran her finger ov...
Impressions
Jesus said whatever you do for the least of my brothers, you did for me. Reading Mother Theresa and all her work with the sicwww.onedoor.cck, destitute, and poor, makes you understand that she took this scripture literally. What it must feel like to help so many people. Most of us have a hard enough time helping ourselves. But there are countless others that are poor and hungry in need of help. You here stories like the “Blindside” but somehow we just go on with our daily lives. I mean who would let a stranger into there home? But really that’s how Jesus and his Apostles lived by the kindness of stranger...
Let Not the Fire Burn
A clocktower chimed ten times in the distance. Thane Henley lashed a broken sword to the stump that used to be his left hand. He took a deep breath and stepped cautiously into the darkness. He slowly made his way down a road with burnt-out, wrecked cars and melted, bent streetlights littering either side. A full moon was all the light he had to make his way across the scorched landscape. The last chime of the clocktower still echoed out, never quite ending and seemed to be calling to him. As Thane made his way towards the sound he felt as though he was being watched. He neared the tower and co...