Rest_Healing My Clubfoot_Fake News_Nature's Nurture
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Rest
There were no two ways about it. This situation was the worst thing that could have happened. Fired from the tour, gear stolen, and with less than two dollars to her name. “I should have got the bus ticket… Went home.”That was all Victoria Ash could think to herself. With the benefit of hindsight, that course was obvious. After she was unceremoniously tossed from the band she founded, Victoria should have just gone home. Bought the bus ticket, went home to Omaha, and regrouped. Instead, she spent two days fighting to get back in the band, another three following them around. Victoria spent he...
Healing My Clubfoot
“John, we have to get you up to the front, as near the front as we can,” I could feel my older sister Macy pulling my hand. My club foot was aching, and I didn’t want to be in this enormous tent that was already teaming with so many bodies. I wiped the sweat from my brow. “If God means for me to be healed, He’ll part this sea of people.” I looked down on Macy’s head of thick almost black hair that was only a little less unrully than when when she was younger. When she was ten and I was six, one day, I’d smeared her hair with green fingerpaint. She’d retaliated, slapping green paint all over my...
Fake News
I don’t know…Sometimes, I think that the more society progresses, the further behind we actually retreat. We have so much information at our fingertips, and we have become dumber for it. Growing up in the seventies and eighties, I remember that if I needed to know something for school or whatever, I would refer to the Encyclopedia Britannica or a similar publication to get the answers… the facts. Now, I type a question into my browser or just press the mike button on my phone and within a few seconds am presented with awww.onedoor.cc huge amount of information. Much of it is right… Some of it twisted or pre...
Nature's Nurture
The cool morning breeze on my skin and the skittering of dried leaves blowing through the grass rouses me gently from a peaceful night’s sleep. I peel my eyes open and squint into the brightly risen sun, fighting the temptation to let my heavy lids carry me back into darkness. There is no need, however, for something else comes abruptly to shelter my face from the sun, the sudden change of lighting causing spots to dance in my view. I blink a few times to clear my vision, able then to meet the beady eyes peering curiously into my own. Not leaves skittering, I realize; feathers. Tiny talons da...