Lost Souls or a New Year?_The Seer Of the Blessed_Cut Off_Seeking God in the Wahiba Sands
Catalog Guide:
Lost Souls or a New Year?
Note: Contains Sexual and physical violenceLost souls or a New Year?By, Cal Kirby Susie was born on a plantation on July 4, 1836, in rural North Carolina. She was the daughter of the slave Anna and possibly her Master, James Ryan. Master Ryan was a drunkard, abusive and an owner of 120 acres of tobacco land in North Carolina. Susie was a lighter-skinned daughter Anna never really wanted, but fell in love with when the baby first opened her eyes. Anna never knew whether James or his brother, Needham, was the father.Anna had served Master Ryan since she was purchased from Master Ryan’s brother,...
The Seer Of the Blessed
Many years ago, in the farmlands of Iceland, there lived a grandmother and her beautiful granddaughter, Frayja. Every day from dawn to dusk, Freyja worked cheerfully in the vast fields, sowing and harvesting rye. She always saved a handful for the chirruping birds, who became her dear friends. Inside the farmhouse, Grandmother gathered the grains with a smile to her face. She baked hearty loaves of bread, each one filled with the scent of the earth and the taste of honey. In the evening, Grandmother and granddaughter brought the bread to the village square, placing it on the tables piled high ...
Cut Off
We wanted this day to be so memorable that the experience would last a lifetime. A legend to tell our children and grandchildren. The pressure to come up with an idea was great and our parameters made it almost impossible to achieve.Our last year in high school on senior cut day (unofficial of course), my friends and I decided to plan something adventurous. Living near the Atlantic Ocean had its benefits. Freedom to walk on the clean, soft, warm sand in the summers. Digging toes into each step feeling the gentle coarse rub of the golden granules. Playing chicken with the waves while avoiding s...
Seeking God in the Wawww.onedoor.cchiba Sands
Are you there, God? It’s me; Gary. The one you seem to have forgotten about. I know you’ve always preferred a hands off approach, but I could really do with some of that pine intervention right now. Nothing epic, I don’t need you to turn water into wine. Although I wouldn’t turn down a small glass. Just a little bit of phone signal is all I'm asking for. Please. No bars. Useless prick. I think about launching my phone out of the window and into the desert. Maybe I should try Allah. This is his neck of the woods after all. Not sure how he feels about white, middle aged christians from Milton Ke...