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Mirror of Conflict

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Leaving the courthouse, Dale walked down the steps behind Sue. He wanted to say something to her, but he knew Sue did not want to talk to him, plus she was on the arm of another man. Once Dale got into his vehicle and started driving down the road, he felt lost in his hurt, anger, and thoughts. What happened? Hadn’t he given her everything she had ever wanted? The more demanding Sue had become, the more he had worked, then she said he was gone too much. How could he have been so blind? Pulling his car into the bar’s parking lot, Dale remembered that this was where it had all begun. ...

Full Circle

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Grace walked into her bedroom, then sat down on the stool in front of her antique dressing table. She loved the dressing table with an attached mirror which had been her Grandma’s. It was her favorite place to brush her hair. As Grace looked at her image in the mirror, she remembered her Grandmother’s reflection in that same mirror. She had often sat in her Grandmother’s lap while her Grandma had brushed her hair. Memories began to flood her mind, bringing a smile to her face, and then she closed her eyes. “Grace, come into the bedroom. It is time for Grandma to brush your hair.” ...

When Kitty Visits

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When Kitty Visits You come to visit for just a little while, and with each visit you make me smile. I do not know your name, but it does not matter. Your warmth and love make the Angels gather. As I rub your soft fur, you roll and purr at my feet. I am comforted by your affection which is beyond sweet. Soon you will prance across the grass to your home. I am truly blessed by your visit when you roam. Views: 114

The Soldier

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The Soldier I am wet and cold, but I forge ahead. I am tired and hungry, but I am not dead. I am nervous and scared, but I fight for you. I am lonely and miss home, but this I must do. I am a soldier among many in a foreign land. I am a child of God and He holds my hand. By Lou 11/11/2020 Views: 77

My Writer Muses

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My Writer Muses God has always played a significant role in my life, so when He gave me a purpose to write, He became my spiritual muse. It might seem strange to some writers to have God as your muse, but not for me, it felt completely natural. So, with God at the helm, I began my writing journey. When I was at a loss to find the words to express myself in my writing, God sent me the right words. If unexpected everyday crises came up to pull me from writing on the computer, He quickly helped resolve those problems. Sometimes, I was surprised by how swiftly He could move the mountains....