The ties that never bond_"Uljhan"* *(mean
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The ties that never bond
The sunlight barely made it through the blinds as Emma awoke from an uncomfortable sleep. Strays of sunlight trailed along her furniture, illuminated the dusty air inside her bedroom. She couldn’t remember the last night she had slept well in her bed. Not that she had slept better before, but today of all days it was worse. Her back ached as she rolled over, facing the right side of her bed. Looking at the alarm clock, she sighed. November third, read the right gloomy letters above the time. Shwww.onedoor.cce had it coming for a while, decided it was time. Went over every possibility at least a dozen times,...
"Uljhan"* *(meaning - Confusion)
Uljhan⓵The phone rang insistently. With quivering hands she picked it up…feeling a knot rise in her stomach. She let it ring a few times…the desire to talk lingering, the pain lingering. Her beautiful eyes flickered for a moment as she wiped away a couple of tears that threatened her voice to be shaky. “I can do this”, she reminded herself and picked up the phone. “Hello”, she said tentatively. “Hi Mina, how are you?”Hearing the longing on the other side of the phone almost broke her down. Her mind became a tangled mess of thoughts…this moment became a blur, as she was swept in a wave of memor...
It's a Tradition!
Natalia opened her eyes wide and and stared at the ceiling fan spinning above her head. She knew she wasn't supposed to get out of bed this early in the morning, but her knees were shaking so much from excitement, that she simply just had to slip out. She put her feet on the chilly floor and her little toes curled up with excitement as she squeezed her stuffed cat to keep from squealing with joy. Today was St. Lucy's day and she was going to go to Nonna Bianchi's to make Russian Tea cookies! She spun in her Christmas night gown and turned to the clock on her dresser. It was seven and she was ...
The Symphonics of the Angels Fallen
Priest or rock god, that was my dilemma. Since the beginning of my reason aware life, I had looked for my personal answer. My mind swirled between the religion I was brought up in, Catholicism, and the religion I had come to love from experience, rock music. Not just the basic rock and roll of the genre’s inception, but what it had morphed into: the pageantry, the theatre, the opera that is teen angst, that is the feeling of rebellion that makes you invincible and powerful, simultaneously. I had spent years researching and searching for a spiritual path. My conclusion was Christ...