Genre Short Story. Page - 58
No one should have the power to let words destroy - but they do - and we let them because we believe too easily that what others say of us - see of us - is true. -
But there is another way - and there is freedom in the realisation that you can regain power - you can learn that love is something very different to the passion and all consuming need you believe it to be - you can learn that what you are searching for is so simple it is often passed by -
And you learn that what matters can never be brought and should only give pleasure and warmth and comfort - and you learn truly the value of 'to cherish' and you don't need to feel any other way - than to feel good!
this is our kingdom kome when it feels your heat look into its eyes thses are our dreams of kindom come. dreams while we sleep made of gold may bleess you this my kingdom come
All is never what it seems
This book includes three drabbles written specifically for the 100 word limit drabble contest. I hope they are enjoyable, if anyone would like to read them.
Khufu is my dog. Escrow is my cat.
Sir Henry Rider Haggard, KBE (/ˈhæɡərd/; 22 June 1856 – 14 May 1925) — known as H. Rider Haggard — was an English writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and a pioneer of the Lost World literary genre.[1] He was also involved in agricultural reform throughout the British Empire. His stories, situated at the lighter end of Victorian literature, continue to be popular and influential.