It's You

language “You don’t need to help me, I’ve been deaf for as long as I can remember, I get this all the time, bullies, people that don’t know how to handle deaf people, i’m fine I can handle myself and can stick up for myself, I don’t need a hearing person's help”! “I know, I just didn’t know what to do, I’ve never handled a deaf person getting hurt before and I really just wanted to help in every way I could.” So let’s go to the hospital and figure things out, and see what is wrong with you,…

chameleon claw. “Prisisima, but you may call me Pris.” As if we were sharing social introductions at an informal party, I took her paw…

of the father and stood in a line. The first step is to give the eucharist. The first row stood the line to get the bread and the second row stood up after the first row finished. The whole room is in silence except the father kept saying “God bless you”. People who got the bread step to the left side where there was the man in white rode with a grail of wine. This is the second step — the wine. They sipped the wine and the man wipe the grail with a white cloth. People who finished these things…

you’d be away from Madrid. You’d be spying and reporting back to the regidor what you’d discovered. You’d have the protection of a spy, a pistol concealed about you, loaded and primed. If anyone suspected that you were spying on them they’d kill you. Dead!’ ‘He never mentioned the word “spy” but, yes, I…I suppose you could be right. It’s the element of danger that makes it attractive; and I would be helping to protect the king…and for good money! Nearly three times what I’m earning now!’ ‘The…

texted me the address of the cabin, and I went for a drive with a shotgun in the backseat of my Tahoe. Is it the right thing to do? Maybe not. Am I going to scare the living shit out of some kids? Yes I am. “Xavier, what if she shows up with Damon, you know how bad this can look.” I hear a teenage girls’ voice say as two kids walked up to the porch. I guess Xavier cant keep his pants on. I started recording everything, how he pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her. I was going to…

more we learn about our bodies the more we learn about ourselves. God bless you.” Till this day I still have that book to remind me why I wanted to be a doctor. She also put me in charge of caring for the flowers that we had outside of the classroom. She taught me valuable lessons about compassion and nurturing. I learned that you should never do anything for the thank you, but because every good deed is noticed, whether it’s the small flowers that in return provides oxygen or a patient that…

Have You Ever Stood On Holy Ground? This past Sunday our pastor preached a sermon and mentioned this thought toward the beginning. Since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Both Joshua and Moses encountered God in awesome ways. When they did they were told to remove their sandals because the ground they were standing on was “holy ground”. But what made that ground holy? Was it holy before this encounter? Or did it become holy only because of this encounter? Is the ground still…

“You would need to go back to Elspeth’s Castle and steal one of her potion.” said Maurice. “Elspeth’s Castle? Why do I need to go there?” asked Nomi. “A long time ago, Elspeth had an accident when she was trying to gain control of the well of weathers. She had begun to use a spell to bring forth the forces of the well, but as she was casting her spell something went wrong. There was a big explosion that surrounded her. It ripped her heart out of her body. With a few moments to spare before…

The Prius wasn’t...a new car. It was several years old, actually, and even if it hadn’t been Lucinda’s family would have done good work on it and you might have thought that it was. A booster seat was buckled haphazardly in the back next to an abandoned McDonald’s bag that held a single decaying fry, which clung to its short fast-food life with all the desperation of students on their last day of summer. I could relate. When I got in, my friend apologized for the “old weed” smell - her older…

like that. You’ll see when he gets here.” She straightened up and turned to face me, smiling. “Would you like some tea?” “That would be wonderful, thank you,” I answered with my own smile. Still, I could not shake the odd feeling I had gotten about her words. What sort of man was Mr. Jones? “You can sit down, Mr. Miller,” Mrs. Jones said from the stove. “Ah, yes, of course!” I faltered. “Thank you.” I pulled out one of the wooden chairs and slowly lowered myself into it, once again eyeing…