The Preacher

Up in the north where the cold winds blow, lived a preacher who referred to himself as the “Devil’s Son.” He hardly ever left his home on the mountain top…

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Four words, Forwards

Night time always brings about the flood. The downpour of suppressed thoughts, painful memories, and rains of regret. They fall free from the precipice of worry. It’s always so dark…

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A Gift From You to You

I’ve been searching for something that lasts. To receive or give a gift that promises more than temporary. Something  that can be cherished and cares to stay a while. I…

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