A little girl gets a small glass box and brings it home to her mother. A story short enough to read in just a few minutes, but will hopefully stick with you for a while.
tells about the michal that no one knows
My people, My people, I am sent by the Father to accomplish the last prophecy which remained since eternity.
My people hold tight! Hold on! Once again, hold tight! For many Christians climbed steps, walked a long way, put their hand on the gate and at the gate they fell down, they fell down at the gate; they could no longer set their foot on the step, for they were guilty of pun-ishment, they were guilty of curses, they were guilty of life; they could no longer withstand.
It is always hard to find the right sort of help. Even more so when you want high status help and there is precious little of that around. Patience is a virtue.
Wake up, Christian! Wake up you too heathen as there will be another earthquake, another flood as the flood in the time of Noah, and there will come another big wave and an earth flow and you, with all of the houses, will slide kilometers and kilometers away.
This was written for the 100 word contest on bookrix hope you enjoy. Three differnt short stories each served with twist.
A half blood canibal fairy out on killing streak be warned she just might be out there, maybe even behind you, you may never know so here's ur chance to meet one well in a book a i guess have fun.
This poem relates to the relationship bewteen my father and meh this poem runs deep i hope you enjoy its a serious one maybe you can relate to it.
A little girl gets a small glass box and brings it home to her mother. A story short enough to read in just a few minutes, but will hopefully stick with you for a while.
tells about the michal that no one knows
My people, My people, I am sent by the Father to accomplish the last prophecy which remained since eternity.
My people hold tight! Hold on! Once again, hold tight! For many Christians climbed steps, walked a long way, put their hand on the gate and at the gate they fell down, they fell down at the gate; they could no longer set their foot on the step, for they were guilty of pun-ishment, they were guilty of curses, they were guilty of life; they could no longer withstand.
It is always hard to find the right sort of help. Even more so when you want high status help and there is precious little of that around. Patience is a virtue.
Wake up, Christian! Wake up you too heathen as there will be another earthquake, another flood as the flood in the time of Noah, and there will come another big wave and an earth flow and you, with all of the houses, will slide kilometers and kilometers away.
This was written for the 100 word contest on bookrix hope you enjoy. Three differnt short stories each served with twist.
A half blood canibal fairy out on killing streak be warned she just might be out there, maybe even behind you, you may never know so here's ur chance to meet one well in a book a i guess have fun.
This poem relates to the relationship bewteen my father and meh this poem runs deep i hope you enjoy its a serious one maybe you can relate to it.