He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone.Day 52
if the marks on the stone were accurate.He couldn’ t be sure.Day and nights had begun to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time.Much too long.
Colors bounced around in her head.They mixed and threaded themselves together.Even colors that had no business being together.They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time.How was she going to explain this to the others ?
There are only three ways to make this work.The first is to
let me take care of everything.The second is
for you to take care of everything.The third is to split everything 50 / 50. I think the last option is the most preferable, but I’ m certain it’ ll also mean the end of our marriage.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren’t leaving something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off. Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they had forgotten the most important thing of all.
They argue. While the argument seems to be different the truth is it’s always the same. Yes, the topic may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying issue. So they continue to argue.
This is important to remember. Love isn’t like pie. You don’t need to divide it among all your friends and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can always give more. It doesn’t run out, so don’t try to hold back giving it as if it may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.
MaryLou wore the tiara with pride. There was something that made doing anything she didn’t really want to do a bit easier when she wore it. She really didn’t care what those staring through the window were thinking as she vacuumed her apartment.
At that moment he had a thought that he’d never imagine he’d consider. “I could just cheat,” he thought, “and that would solve the problem.” He tried to move on from the thought but it was persistent. It didn’t want to go away and, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want it to.
I recollect that my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes.
She didn’t understand how changed worked. When she looked at today compared to yesterday, there was nothing that she could see that was different. Yet, when she looked at today compared to last year, she couldn’t see how anything was ever the same.
According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, “College Hall (is) the oldest building in continuous use for Educational purposes west of the Rocky Mountains. Here were educated men and women who have won recognition throughout the world in all the learned professions.”
Do you really listen when you are talking with someone ? I have a friend who listens in an unforgiving way.She actually takes every word you say as being something important and when you have a friend that listens like that, words take on a whole new meaning.
– John Smith
What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown.Both were curious, but only one was brave enough to want to explore.That was the problem.There was always one that
let fear rule her life.
– Mr. Beast