“I don’t know any of that, I’m just telling you my part of this and that’s all I know! I was told to go home and continue praying for the next step of my faith journey.” the voice was gentler now. ”Good luck and God bless you!” and with that the line was dead.
Reggie was visibly shaking now. The waiter returned to the table and asked if she was cold and would like something to put around her shoulders. She graciously declined and began to nibble at her food, but her appetite had diminished considerably since the phone call. Then she called to the waiter and asked, “When is the next train station?”
“You have almost 30 minutes before we arrive at our next stop, madam.” was his reply as he turned to walk away once more.
Reggie wanted time to pray about these latest developments, so she hurried back to her seat and began to do just that. ”Father, I’m so confused and don’t know what it is that you want from me. I’m doing my best to go on blind faith and trust here but this isn’t easy for me and You know it!”
Deep in thought and prayer, she almost missed her stop again. After disembarking the train, Reggie went to the ticket counter to inquire about a room to stay in.
“You are in luck,” the gentleman replied to her query, “there’s one across the street that is owned by my brother-in-law!! It is affordable and very well-kept.”
“Thank you so much!” she said and with that picked up her luggage and exited the station. Upon entering the hostel, Reggie saw that it was indeed a very nice and tidy establishment. ”So far so good!” she said to herself.
As she approached the check in counter, an unkept woman with three children walked up to her. Reggie smiled at her and said “Hello.”
The woman immediately burst into tears. Reggie was taken back for a moment. ”Can I do something to help you?” she asked her.
“Please, ma’am, could you spare some change so that I could get a room and something to eat for my children? My husband brought us to this town and then disappeared and we are so very hungry. He left us with no money at all!” the woman replied with a wail.
“Sure,” she said and with that pulled the wallet out of her purse and handed her $300.
The woman’s eyes were bigger than silver dollars at the sight of the money. ”May God richly bless you for this!!!”… to be continued.
Teresa Marie 5/15/12 ©
by kellieelmore

-Picture by Mihai Tamasila
Your arms were always open, even when I wronged you.
You gave me life, you gave me air, even when I hurt you.
You never discouraged me, never dragged me down.
You perform little miracles every day,
Even when people are hacking away at you.
I wish for your strength, your patience, and your resilience.
Someday I will stop taking you for granted.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mother Nature.
- Eliabeth Hawthorne
by Ermilia
Leocardo struggled to focus on the document before him. The words were tiny, miniscule and appeared more like a hoard of crawling ants rather than legal text. What would happen to Odette if he signed it? It was all for her health and safety, or so they said, but Edaion had so many mysteries up it’s sleeve that Leocardo didn’t know if he could trust the doctor’s words. He lifted his head and peered down the sterile hallway of the hospital but he could not see his unwell sister. Was this the right thing? Fatigue was clouding his thoughts and vision. With a sudden start he signed his name, the pen slid off the page when he finished the last letter. Had he made the right choice? Were these the people who could be trusted with Odette’s life?
- Ermisenda Alvarez
by Ermilia
In honor of warming weather, let’s heat things up a bit. Write about an affair. It can be about you having an affair, someone you know, you partner/spouse, the neighbor, the preacher…whoever you choose. Just give us a “fly on the wall” peak inside! What lies are being told? How is the cheater making it work without getting caught? Or are they getting away with it after-all? Think “Big Brother” and give us the scoop!
*image source: google.com/images
“Jenna’s cousin’s Marci overheard the woman cutting her hair that your boyfriend is cheating on you.”
The sincerity on Lily’s face was touching, but Samatha just couldn’t give much credit to her words. ”So… you heard it from a friend, who heard it from her cousin’s hair dresser that Mark is cheating on me?” It sounded ridiculous, but it was a small town and there was nothing small towns liked more than their gossip.
Lily nodded and patted Samatha’s arm consolingly. ”Said he was out with some blonde. I don’t believe it, but if you do, you just walk away. You tell his lying behind to hit the road!”
“Such strong evidence, however can I refute?” Samatha asked sarcastically.
-Eliabeth Hawthorne
by Ermilia
I give you a picture; you give me a story. Don’t make notes, don’t ponder your execution, just look at the photo andwhatever pops into your head first, begin writing based on that thought