Image credit; Ayşenur @ Unsplash Carole swallowed her fear and kept walking through the darkness of the many arches of the church. She thought she would never find the source of the music that touched all fives senses. Swelling to near delirium on some notes, it had her under its spell. The changes in volume... Continue Reading →
The dark threatens me. I am alone feeling empty. Then I dance to a good beat, And my soul sings joyfully. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: Dark in 21 words. I dance when depression starts to weigh me down.
The light of love always defeats the darkness of hate. Rev. Dr. Regina Davis-Sowers Written for the One-Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels.com Disassociation is what the doctors called it. It will soon get better with these pills, they said. But many weeks went by without a sign of relief, As the depression continued to fill me with dread. Constant darkness hovered, with no lights in sight, I had to find a better... Continue Reading →
Fandango's Friday Flashback asks us to expose newer readers to earlier posts that they might not have seen from the same day years ago. I have only been posting two years, so I went back to September, 2017, when I was first started this blog. This was the closest to September 13th I could get.... Continue Reading →
I decided to try the August writing prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. I have not written fiction, but decided to give it a go. Just One Light, PLEASE! Julie said goodbye to her new British friends, deciding to take a shortcut through the forest for a little solitude. Not really paying attention... Continue Reading →
I remember sitting in a car as we drove someplace. I suddenly noticed colored lights dancing on the ceiling of the car. Looking around to find the source of this never before seen phenomenon, I finally spotted my Grandmother’s diamond ring on her hand, sitting in the sunlight. I wondered, “could this be the source?”... Continue Reading →
I did not know what was happening. When I boarded the bus or the train to work, I would break out in a sweat and my heart would beat so hard that I just knew other people could hear it. I believed I was dying, and I was terrified of dying among strangers. Fellow passengers... Continue Reading →
