It was a dream but it had felt so real. She closed her eyes as she recalled every single detail. It was on a late afternoon and she was in her bedroom, lying on top of the bed, crying because of the fight she had with Laird at his flat. There was a knock on… Read More Antonia’s Dream
Tadeas was on the tennis court. He was waiting for his friend, William. Since they were teenagers, they enjoyed playing tennis with each other. They met once a month to play there at Hackney Downs. Afterwards, they usually went to Brunswick East Bakehouse. At exactly 9am, William was approaching him, a big grin on his… Read More The Second Time
Love is like a red rose. The red is passion. Love when reciprocated, has a sweet and intoxicating smell. The thorn is the pain of love when it goes bad or turns cold. Love, like the rose, blooms. It may take time but one day, the love will be fully developed. It shouldn’t be rushed.… Read More Love and the Rose
I am my beloved’s, And his desire is toward me – Song of Solomon 7:10 – NKJV Sex isn’t just about procreation. It’s about pleasure too–pleasure between a husband and wife. It is a loving, intimate act between the two people who have become one flesh (Genesis 2:24). Sex existed before the fall of man so it should never been… Read More Married Sex
How do people react when they learn that she’s Senegal’s first female graffiti artist? Do they grimace because they believe that women shouldn’t paint or do they applaud her for following her passion? 33 Words This is based on Dieynaba Sidibe, Senegal’s first female graffiti artist. Through her artistic expression, Dieynaba wanted to show… Read More Following Her Passion
One of the things I enjoy doing with Phil since we retired is painting. During the summer, we set up an easel in the backyard and try to paint whatever tickles our fancy. Art is our passion. I guess it’s because we met in Art class in high-school. Today, we are painting my rose bush. … Read More Painting With Phil
Every time I walk past the mural on the street where I used to live, I stop and stare at it. Memories of my friend, Jesse flood my mind. He was a phenomenal artist. I honestly think he was born to be one. It was his passion. It was what made him a beacon of… Read More Jesse/Imagination #writephoto
“Drink from your own well, my son—be faithful and true to your wife” – Proverbs 5:15 In all the years he had been married to Ashley, never once had he looked at another woman until that moment when he saw her leaning against the wall in the subway. She was stunning and looked like a… Read More The Encounter
“You’re the most infuriating, insufferable, arrogant man I have ever met,” she fumed. He looked unperturbed. “Is this what you came all the way over here to tell me?” he asked. “You could have just as easily phoned me and save yourself an hour’s drive.” “I wanted to tell you what I think of you… Read More Family Affairs
It was Saturday morning and Andrea was at the nursing home visiting Mrs. Alvarez, dear woman whom she met through her grandmother. After her grandmother passed away, Andrea continued to visit Mrs. Alvarez who was always delighted to see her. She was in a wheelchair and although she was ninety years old, her mind was… Read More The Nursing Home
Notes to Women 