A Blind Man's Elephant_Palmer's Box_My Friend, My Companion_Are you there, God? It's me
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A Blind Man's Elephant
Drops www.onedoor.ccof rain push past the window frames to splash the marble floor. The windows swing frenzied against the gusts of wind. The moody black night often gets interrupted by sudden flashes of lightning. Broken branches hang awkwardly off the silver-oak trees lining the driveway.So much chaos around me, yet stillness engulfs me.Forcing the windows closed, I go to move but find that I can’t. The rain is pelting the windows with a vengeance, but it seems unreal. I see the downpour ram into the glass, but that’s all I can do.I don’t get to experience it, this excitement of the rain. It will never ge...
Palmer's Box
Watching the world around him, Palmer seemed to feel himself isolated from an unforgiving world. Emotions are overwhelming between a family who gave him love and the same family who gave him grief. Like the waters that don’t mend in the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, there lived his mind and heart. Torn between a psychological war; big or small, right or wrong, clothing too short, too much or not enough, this box was all a reference to his name and how he found his identity all in itself… Palmer. Why did he matter if all he did was neglect the perception of others, try to ignore the mindlessne...
My Friend, My Companion
October 18th, 2021 Not sure how to start this. Should I go Dear Diary? It sounds silly but that is exactly what this is going to be. My very own diary, my journal, my thoughts, my life...maybe someday, my memoir. I want to remember this day forever. The day I decided to teach myself to write. Again. Writing makes me feel alive. Just read an article where the author says ...Writers write. Doesn't matter what they write. Just put the pen on paper and keep it moving. Or just keep typing away on a computer or your phone. So, if I can't write a story yet, I can start my journal. Type my thought...
Are you there, God? It's me Alan.
ARE YOU THERE, GOD? IT’S ME, ALAN!Hello, God, you remember me, right? I am that dirty old rotten scoundrel, saved by your grace, and my sworn faith, whom you reached out to way, way, back in the day. And, I told you at that time, when you saved my poor miserable soul, “Thanks for sending your precious, and only begotten son, Christ Jesus, to bleed, and then to die for me, in order to cover up all of my several sins, ‘faux pas,’ and many transgressions.Of course, you will remember me, my all-knowing, God. It’s me in the flesh, good old Alan here, and you will recall that my international myster...