Come join us on our journey. Friendship with Jesus will also lead you to bear witness to the faith wherever you are, even when it meets with rejection or indifference. We cannot encounter Christ and not want to make him known to others. So do not keep Christ to yourselves! Pope Benedict XVI, WYD 2011. And yes, some of us are teenagers.

Dear Whoever Is Still Around After My Disappearance, 4. Well like I said, stay tuned. I should be posting about once a week from now on. Thanks to all who read it. Dear Whoever Happens To Hear This Little Conversation I Have With Myself, November 18th, 2012.

Feel free to share anything you may like or find interesting. Sunday, 22 July 2012. Where did life go? Every moment filled with glee? Some things were good. So a typical day? .

Grandparents give us a heritage of one another, an extended family for sharing memories; that is the greatest legacy they can give. The farmland can be sold; stocks can crash with the market. Cousins to catch crawdads with, or help sell lemonade and bait, that is our richest heritage. Rubenesque woman seeks debonair man to dine with. Wine with, spend quality time with. Answer this ad immediately as I may soon be moving on.

On March 12, 2011 by Shadow. I might get to publish a book! Not sure though. On January 21, 2011 by Shadow. On December 8, 2010 by Shadow.

September 24, 2012 15 Comments. I often wonder what my life be like. I do deserve this sad, pointless state. Now I bare the sins I made. So distant my selfish dreams at stake. Finding luck is too far away. June 28, 2012 5 Comments. Ruin, I evade to seek. Cannot bare my sores excrete. I labor this goal of mine. My dreams so far behind.

A to Z 2014 - Poetry Types. Lost in the Myriad of Random Verses. A to Z - Poetry Types. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. I borrowed few more breaths,. From a smog of rainbow-less dreams,. Drenched in acidic scents of today. Was I blind or just a fool? Slowly melting into vapours. I borrowed few more breaths. A moment more, I lay there still,. And filled palette with surreal hues,. From a smog of rainbowless dreams. How long this pain can be nursed? The scars that even.

The more-or-less daily life and musings of an aspiring chocoholic, book-loving young writer. Prolonged Exposure to Lack in Writing Drove Her Insane. I avoided it for months. I told myself I would log onto this very blog and write something, anything. A little horrifying, actually. What on earth could make me stop something I loved so suddenly? It did feel like insanity, at first.

A call to the altar. A FEAST OF TERROR, a ghost tale for Thanksgiving. An interview with Paul Hodge, author of Freaky Folk Tales. AT THE CURVE OF THE LINE, a ghost story for Christmas. Black cloud over the bride.

NATURE THROUGH WIDE YELLOW EYES by Mariella Hunt. NIGHT OWL by Rachel Lynn S. To become a stagnant pond. Originally posted on Kristia S. The Shades of Alabaster DESCRIPTION The countries of Leotia and Eastonia have been at war long enough to forget why they start.