"When kings the sword of justice first lay down, they are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows. Crowns are empty things. The good of subjects is the end of kings."- Daniel Defoe I have noted for some time now that there are some truisms and proverbs thrown around so much that they seem to be cliché. Among the most exasperating of the...
The alarm goes off again. I waken just slightly. My husband gets up and starts his day. When he leaves, I wait for my son to wake up. My day should be routine and normal. I am a grown woman. I have the life I struggled so hard to achieve finally in my grasp. As my son watches Blue's Clues, I go to my computer. I log on to the internet. It is in this forum th...
The family surrounds us. There is nothing to be done. Not a wholly true statement. But how could I do what needed to be done? It could have been done so long ago and might have even been successful. We might have lived. What would we have missed? Our life together. There were 21 children, not all survived, but we held them all for a time. We would have mis...
Karen found the building matching the address in what everyone but the city mapmakers called The Golden Corner, in reference to its past as a center of commerce—before the years of neglect took the shine off. It was now the city's most recent target of renewal and Karen was pleasantly surprised to find out things really were better, at least on the surface....
I always value your feedback. This looks like the final instalment for this part of the story. Again enjoy :) *** Part 4 The next few days would have been absolute torture without the mind connection. With no guards at night and no reason to go to the estate, Eirini would have started to think she imagined the whole thing. Reece would contact her first...
The group made their way with care through a series of back alleys, heading towards one of Coruscant's seedier entertainment districts. Rex was on guard and nervous the entire time with their traveling companions, but Malik and Serra seemed to know and trust these two. Still, he remained cautious; it's what keeps a good soldier alive, after all. Soon, they a...
Book 2 - Prologue Pain and Fear. Inexorably linked at opposite poles of an eternal figure eight. All of us, no matter what path our lives take, find pain and fear along the way. They can define how we live our lives or they can challenge us to actually live. The choice, as in all things, is ours. People run from pain because they fear it. Believing tha...
I am not a great man. I have never aimed to create a cure for a disease, to write the great novel, or ever wanted to solve the mysteries of the universe. I’m a simple man much like that of my father and his father before him. When I was 17, I met this beautiful red haired lass. Her name was Maureen, she and I went to school together. Her family lived in the...
Mr. Conway was a hard working man who knew what he wanted in life and where he wanted his business to go. He also didn’t mind doing some so called menial work to help things run smoothly at his studio. He also had a tendency to work late, but he aslo managed to get a nap in before locking everything up for the night. All in all, he was a joy to work with and...
Thanks to Rehnquist for his feedback on the first and second drafts of this story and his reminder that "there's no such thing as good writing, just good editing!" * * * Nicole sat alone in a small conference room, several floors up in an edge-of-downtown office building. Spread out on the table in front of her were the divorce papers her husband, Tom, was...