祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Product Placement
occasionally subtle
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home
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NASA
roma★
taylor price
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
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New Pastures: A Prayer
Father, my Good Shepherd. You have refreshed me by a gentle brook this last year. You have restored my soul after passing through a Dark Valley with me. I have laid down here to rest and be filled. Filled by a feast that you prepared for me. This field and these meadows have firmly secured my belief that you go before me and are with me. You have made me fruitful in a land that looked barren and…
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A Wood, a Woman, and a Butterfly
On a warm spring afternoon, a young girl sat in a still wood with her book. She had not told her family that she was leaving or where she would go. It was her little secret. Her little escape. Here, she would put aside her thoughts of all the mending her mother had set out for her to do and the stack of arithmetic pages from her teacher. She could do that later. For now, it was just her and her…
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Springboard into Trust
I clung to the cold toilet bowl, head inside, breathing heavily. I heard a knock on the door. “Dude, you good?” Breathe, Blake, breathe…. “Yeahhhhh,” I groaned. “Noo….” I opened the door as I whipped my mouth with a cloth. My roommate was holding a glass of water. A concerned look on his face. “I don’t know if I can do this, Shawn. I’m so stressed. I can’t do this.” My dad had just texted…
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February Fifty-Word Stories
Nine little stories :) Tucked into Bed (Chocolate Story) Today I Will Text Message Squire to Knight Reunion 1/2 Reunion 2/2 Peaceful Runner Just Do It Alone on a Birthday
Nine Stories/ Poetry (ish) Tucked into Bed (Chocolate Story) Tucked into bed, I rise. enticed to my cupboard; No will. Dark chocolate. in the dark. fitting. Hating it and loving it. Though only hating me. its bittersweet smoothness soothes. The sharp crunch beneath the teeth. Gritting. Breaking. Grinding. I tell myself to stop! knowing full well I will not. Today I Will Today I will…
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The Beloved Candle
Widow Winifred smiled vaguely as she placed yet another candle on her shelf. The funeral-goers were well-meaning, but these gift candles only served as a painful reminder. Her candle-making husband had made beautiful and unique candles for his 45-year career. Nothing like these dime-a-dozen, overpriced– She gripped the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb. Exhaled. “Oh well,” she…
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Storm Chasers
trying my hand at some microfiction
The cone of dark clouds swirled ominously. Jacob watched and anticipated its movement. Even though everyone told him to find a new hobby. One that wouldn’t kill him. Like darts or fly fishing. Samuel had taught him everything he knew about storm chasing. No way Jacob could give up now. Now that he was so close. Even though the last one got his friend. A tree crushing his Ford. See you soon,…
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Awesome Giver
Ding dong Ding dong Ding dong!
“That’s the doorbell. You know what that means!” Father had a way of always making the simplest things awesome, but this wasn’t just your ordinary ring of a bell.
“Amazon!” I exclaimed, excitedly. Father was constantly ordering things online for his home-based business, so we were no strangers to the call of a new package.
“This time its not for me, daughter.” With…
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Drought and Ruin How long, oh Lord, will I be crushed by my idols? When, my God, will I drink from you fountain?
Fringe (1x01) // Stranger Things (1x07) // Stitchers (1x10)
Fringe (3x05) | Stranger Things (1x05)
Eleven (Stranger Things) // Olivia Dunham (Fringe)
there’s many similarities between my fave show, Fringe, and Stranger Things!
The Good Artist: Shekinah's Sandpaper
The Good Artist: Shekinah’s Sandpaper
I wrote a story about God and His work in the lives of Christians. I did not write it intending to use it as an explanation of my blog’s name. I didn’t even remember that I had already chosen this blog name when I wrote it. But I think it would be more effective to let the story explain than to explain it to you myself. To avoid any confusion as to the meaning of the allegory, I’ll set the stage…
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John 15:5
Motive?
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about writing.
Blog?
Children’s picture book?
Nonfiction?
But what I am constantly coming back to is...
...do I really wanna write for me...
or
...do I really wanna write for Christ?
Sometimes, I sense that I mostly want to write for my own personal glory.
That’s not good.
I’m done being quite about this. Society wants us to be open minded about homosexuality but once Christians say their belief on it they start judging and calling them names. I as a Christian don’t think it’s right (let the judgment start) but WAIT and let me finish! The bible also says we should...
