Parents trek through deep snow drifts. Leaving footprints like stepping stones. So the children can leap after them without touching the snow. One day the snow will all melt away. The children will have to make their own path. In a fresh batch of snow. Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/person-stepping-on-snow-1653689/
What will we leave behind for our children? What do we demand from our sons and daughters? What deep scars are we making now? That cannot be reversed? Is this the better life we worked for? Is this the inheritance we wanted to pass on? Or are we just leaving behind war, strife, and division?... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: "After being told she had an accident and had "gone to heaven", his mind exploded in a white hot rage. 7 year old Roger wants his kitty back and God doesn't know what's about to hit him." “Hello Father Perez,” Roger’s Mother said. “We’re here because Roger here said he wanted to talk... Continue Reading →
Safe From The Monsters Hidden Under The Blanket They Can't Get Me Here Header Photo Credit to 123rf Clipart https://www.123rf.com/clipart-vector/frightened_child.html?sti=lapifb8af7xzdo6ejn|&mediapopup=104941793
Prompt: "You have realized that your best friend is your son/daughter from the future who wants to hang out and get to know you since you die before he/she was born." "Hey, what are you playing?" I looked up from my Game Boy Advanced at a girl starring at me. This was rare, because... Continue Reading →
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