My Little Wildflower_Love Error_Broken Chains_Slaughtering Silence
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My Little Wildflower
The gravedigger felt bad for the little girl with the wild red curls. She wore a ragged brown dress, embroidered all over with vines and flowers, and clutched a quilt tightly around her shoulders as she looked down into her father’s grave. The gravedigger himself was shivering, but giving her the quilt that he kept in the shed with his shovels seemed the least he could do. He had four children with a fifth on the way, and could scarcely afford to put shoes on all of their little feet. If he took in all of the orphaned children whose parents he buried, he would have not a crumb to feed a...
Love Error
‘…To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us apart’The guests stood on their feet and put their hands together to the newlywed couple. The sounds of clapping from the crowd took over the place along with the tears of joy from everyone.The spark of the beautiful smiles painted on the bride and groom’s faces, a longing moment that they had been waiting for had finally came true.“True love can wait,” said Mio who was just next to her, raising her eyebrows looking at her gaily. She gave her a naughty smil...
Broken Chains
This is actually a true story of what God did in my life, how good/ loving He is and the hope you can find in Him no matter where you're at. It came slowly, creeping up behind me and into my thoughts. Into my life as well. There was nothing I could do. I fought and fell, I ran and tripped, I tried to be strong, but It became stronger than me.At a point in my life I was overwhelmed with trails, deep sorrow, and attacks. I'm not sure when it started anymore, but I do know there are some things I will never forget. What I thought was the end, became a gateway for amazing grace, love, and healing....
Slaughtering Silence
I shouldn’t be here. But that doesn’t stop me. It’s a dangerous thing being out www.onedoor.ccafter hours. After curfew.My mother always warned me, “Stay inside. You don’t need to go out now. It can wait until morning.”My Father always chided me when I came back late— or early, depending on your point of view. I never listened, and They took it out on my family.My three sisters are gone. My four brothers, gone. My loving parents… they’re gone too.And it was my fault.Who is They? You ask. It’s a secret.Why? You ask. I’m not telling. It’s also a secret.You beg. But I can’t speak. Revealing a secret quells th...