ResurrectionResurrection:Resurrection
Silver light poured from the heavens; the golden light absorbing the misty white sky, spreading its now whitened brilliance down upon the earth below. The land was coated with white, trees and grass shone pale, as pure as the first ray of dawn rising from the horizon. Weaving in and out of the bare trees, almost invisible under its cover of cold blanket, the hidden dirt path stretched out before them.
They walked, the two of them, the harmonious steps leaving in their wake soft indents upon the snow, marking the perfect smooth surface with the presence of life.
“Why worry? It is not go
SinThe church; a holy place of enlightenment and redemption. But how is redemption achieved, with nothing more than a confession, simple and clean? Redemption? Maybe, but ultimately confessions could do no more than make one realize one’s sins and thus avoid them in the future. Still, that does not give an answer to the sins, does not reveal the reasons to what made a sin a sin. And then there was that one question, one which all humans face everyday but have grown numb to, accustomed to seeing, that the sin no longer had any conscious impact upon the mind. And yet, it is still there, that question, which all humans face.Sin
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CoincidenceCoincidence:Coincidence
Voices, lights, the sound of music pounding to the rhythm of my blood. Gulping down another mouthful of my cup, my eyes wandered through the packed club, lingering a moment to appreciate some cutie before trailing on. It was a good place. A bit too popular for my own taste, but a good recommendation nonetheless. Besides, it’s a hell of a lot closer to where I live than some of the other places I’ve been to. My mind wandered. How did James know this place? Last time we talked my older brother didn’t sound as if he had changed a bit. Clubbing has never been his good spot. I shrugged mentally. Maybe it
RebirthRebirth:Rebirth
The sable sky, an infinite expand of forever soft darkness. Silver whispers through the night, elusive gentleness of caressing fingers lingering among the jaded leaves. Then a drop fell, ruby crimson against a carpet of liquid emerald. Others followed soon, a scattering of garnet rain, of life. Mist gray eyes opened; soft strokes of storm cloud floating over weary moonlight. Slowly, infinitely slow, the misted orbs rose upwards, up at the starlit sky.
Rising up from the ground, from the jasmine vines and late roses. Tresses of midnight blue crossed the vision, azure locks falling in a chaotic dance. Long it
Many thanks for the
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A photograph is usually looked at - seldom looked into.
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"Traveller, there are no ways, but we must go"
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