In the end, no one will know who we were, what we loved why we fought, or how we died In the end all that will matter is how well we lived today for each day, every moment is filled with glorious second chances to see the beauty in the sublime no one can change the past but let us change our futures make right now … the beginning
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!
Long ago, there was a land both fair and green and the people there were happy as they worked to build their dream neighbors came from far and near their fortunes there to find and were welcomed to the new world by people generous and kindContinue reading “The Wall”→
I woke one day to screaming and realized it was my own broken dishes, shattered glass I shivered all alone. For the darkness had come again broken free from his cage wreaking havoc and despair with violence and rage Tears fell from my eyes and landed on the floor I shook my fist at heaven and then I cried NO MORE! I swept the bits and pieces and patched up every wall and then I went inside myself and built a holding cell Made up of logic and of reason it would hold the darkness well Continue reading “Darkness Lies Within”→
The battle was over, vast and bloody it had been. The Gremlekins were part of the clean up patrol. They wandered through the horrible remains of the battlefield with the wives and mothers seeking lost sons and husbands. Small, gentle creatures, they could always be counted on to give the unclaimed dead what comfort could be found in a simple cleansing and burial.Continue reading “Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom”→
This week’s Kira’s Sunday Scribble left my in a quandary. I really, really wanted to write a cute little poem about the brave Teddy Bear Brigade. But alas, the picture isn’t saying that to me and it’s screaming louder and louder that if I write some cutesy little piece about it, it will …. well I don’t know what but never underestimate the power of art or Teddy Bears! So, without further ado,Continue reading “Teddy Bears and the Brigade”→