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cheerfulness.” “Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt has lost his savior, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your…

Oracle considered sending out her power into the doctor, but the idea of seeing a blown out knee cap made Oracle’s stomach churn. “There, now give it five minutes to run its course, and you’ll be right as rain.” “Thank you,” Reyes gasped. “Are you hurt?” A gentle hand lifted Oracle’s elbow then released it. Fingers felt around her neck and scalp. Oracle got an image flash of reddish-brown marks forming on her chin and right cheek. Above these bruises appeared a few scrapes, scabbing over. “I…

The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning…

Foreword : I have always loved the beauty of Poetry, how words alone can grip the mind and stimulate the soul. Poetry is a feeling, like the tears of happiness or sorrow that we don't speak of. It's the cries of a breaking heart and the songs of love that we keep locked away. Within these pages lay just some of the hopes, trials and tribulations that have made me who I am. So take a deep breath if you dare, And settle into your favorite chair. Of my plights and dreams, have…

Tie 8u.tte ft, rfu.tte8, Sharon Gulley Copyright © 2015 by Sharon Gulley. ISBN: Softcover 978-1-5035-8088-6 eBook 978-1-5035-8087-9 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner. Any people depicted in stock imagery…

He turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice.…