When Morning Calls
Soft morning whispers,
alarm chimes startling dreams far,
day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls
Soft morning whispers,
alarm chimes startling dreams far,
day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-third edition of Fiction Monday.
“What makes night within us may leave stars.” —Victor Hugo … More Fiction Monday – 273
In a life filled with all sorts of uncertainties,
a loyal friend—
a must-have!
Nothing is as dear,
as precious,
as wonderful—
as the company of a friend. … More Friend
Often I thought I was stuck,
my life—an unfortunate side effect
of circumstances.
My voice and reasoning
never to be heard,
I was told,
until I decided not
to be labeled
as a victim of circumstances. … More And The Journey Goes On!
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-second edition of Fiction Monday.
“You don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great.” – Zig Ziglar … More Fiction Monday – 272
“Who told you it’s empty? I saw light there last week,” chided little Mary.
“Everyone knows that house has been vacant for years, Mary.” Joe couldn’t believe the stories his sister came up with these days. For a five-year-old, she was quite creative.
“Stop lying, Mary,” scolded Joe. … More The Vacant House
Earlier this month, I decided to write and publish daily. Although I didn’t publish every day, I wrote almost every day. When I first set out to write with the intention of publishing — beyond poetry and fiction — it felt like an immense task. … More Everyday Stories
Often, I hear
the gentle whisper
of my inner voice.
It guides me—
when I am in doubt,
when I feel scared,
when my mind feels cluttered. … More Listening Beyond Fear
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-first edition of Fiction Monday.
“The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself.”- Mark Caine … More Fiction Monday – 271
Today it rained in the afternoon. My little one wanted to go for a walk in the rain, holding the umbrella. Unfortunately, by the time we stepped outside, the rain had cleared, leaving only puddles behind. We wandered around with the umbrella in hand, hoping the rain would return, but in vain. … More A Walk in the Rain