To the bushy-tailed victim Of a tragic happenstance That occurred upon this morning grim Because of cruel chance: With nimble feet you leapt Across the warm black asphalt, Your fluffy tail the street swept, Your hands stretched out to exalt. No evil thought weighed heavy Upon those shoulders small. A smile was always ready On …
In my heart of hearts, I want to live each moment so that, whenever my end comes, I can face this final defeat as my greatest victory, the triumph of crossing the finish line of a race run well, to reach Your arms, see Your face, and hear You say, “Well done.”
Find previous chapters here. She was floating in nothingness, a grey, heavy nothingness that hurt and made it hard to breathe. Sometimes there was a buzzing noise, deep weaving together with high. She thought the buzzing meant something, but it was too hard to concentrate. So much easier to bask in the colorless emptiness and …
Words. Such common things. We use them all the time, even sometimes when we’re asleep. We have words in abundance, sometimes in an overabundance–yet they are still so valuable. Have you ever thought about what separates great authors from bad ones? I think part of it comes from the author’s ability to manipulate words. Bad …
I will be continuing the series on leadership started in the previous post, but in the meantime, I wanted to share with you a little conversation on the concept of immortality (an idea popularized in our current day by vampires, Tuck Everlasting, and stories involving Greek gods). This is a conversation between my main character, …