"✨ Dedicated to the special souls that hop into our lives and sparkle in the darkness✨"
Life. It’s a strange thing. Ever since I was younger, I’ve always wondered what is the point of it all. What’s my purpose? What does fulfilment look like? Is it ever enough? Am I ever enough?Ever since I was little,...
"Lights will guide you home..."
Natalie waited impatiently for the display on the stick in her hand to show one or two lines. Seth sat with her, holding her hand. These few minutes felt like a lifetime.“You look at it; I can’t,” she said suddenly....
"Kate wonders whether amazing food can be better than sex"
Love:According to literature, there are seven types of love.Love shared is not love divided. It is love multiplied.It was shortly after starting at Rocket Factory, that Sam and James had taken me [Kate] to The Dog [5k run] as it...
"She had nothing to be grateful for..."
She had nothing to be thankful for…As vacationers flocked to the area for the Thanksgiving holiday, Kelly sat on the beach, looking at the water. Sitting on this powdery sand and staring into the blue-green water made things seem less...
"Our forever never existed."
Hospital walls permeated with the smell of disinfectant and death.Three years of beep-swish, beep-swish as the life support machine swells your lungs with air.‘Miss Belrose?’ Male voice, blue scrubs, form in hand. ‘I know you’ve read this before, but I...
"While reevaluating her life choices, Neely has an unexpected conversation."
Extract from ‘Don’t Write Off Religion Yet’, a newspaper feature by Raymond Archer.We secularists use caricature to dismiss modern religious faith. We’ve got our list of favourites. The frothing fundamentalists, pronouncing fatwas and shooting abortionists. The pious traditionalists, mouldering in...
"Another diary passage from Melinda..."
January 17thDear Diary,Another week has gone by now and today I read through his letters again. I cannot seem to stop myself from looking at all his mementos either. My mind is swimming with all the times we shared and...
"A widow is haunted by a phantom who feels very, very real."
She stands near the window, watching the snowstorm come in. Clouds darken the sky, and snow lightning, a rare phenomenon, splinters the inky blackness. Sleep has eluded her once again, and she is restless. Snow covers...