Short story about the cry of a little sister with a pagan big sister. Hear her cry in the way of prayer and sermon.
"I'm afraid, Kadence, that your cancer is in fact, at a terminal state."Although, it does appear that you haven't spent your wish yet. Is there anything you'd like to do?
Things have changed for me
I;ve been fighting the feeling of being a failure for so long. But the more I try, the more I see that maybe being a failure is all I've ever been destined to be.
right, right. (rated for language).
In this house, the last remnant of Christmas is the chipped red and white candy cane-esque stripes on the nails of a teenage girl.
Slash kisses Axl, like I saw in a video once.
When you were a child, you wanted to explore the world. Then you grew up, and swore to ruin lives.
Certainly, purple is a beautiful color, no way around it. Yet, it is not without pain that a man can create purple.
Chance's eyes clung shut as he began to hum. It was bitter and reminded Gemini of a funeral march and then it abruptly stopped.“If I keep this minute a memory.” He opened his eyes as wide as he...
A tale of overcoming the odds. This book is copyrighted by myself. It is in the process of being published. I wanted feedback on it to help me decide which avenues to persue. It is about a complica...
Carrying secrets is too painful, but it's nothing compared to coming clean.
it’s a long forgotten name I’m calling out.