A Dozen Dead RosesThe sweat streamed down his face as he ran. Must get there within 5 minutes! , he thought to himself. His pace increased as he pushed himself hard. The young man ran as hard as he could. He finally stopped in-front of the florist, nearly collapsing with exhaustion. He sat down, right in front of the door.The owner of the flower shop approached cautiously. Flowers
I must get flowers , said the youth in an urgent tone. The owner unlocked the door as fast as she could, the impatient youth - now on his feet, pushed past her and grabbed a dozen roses.How much? , he stammered, waving the roses around like a trophy. Those are expensive, rather take these ones she said , pointing at a cheaper bunch of flowers . No, she deserves the best , the youth answered. He emptied out all his pockets on the counter but the florist could see it was not going to be enough.I tell y
Dark BourneDark BourneThe moon rose silently, breaking free from the bonds that held it obscured from our sight during the day. Steadily it rose and upon nearing its zenith, some shadows fled. What the moon now bathed in silver light was the very thing we had anticipated for generations.The oracle had spoke of it, its time ever nearing. The wind rose chanting now
now' to any whom would listen.Little did we know how small a thing could shape and fashion our lives, re-weaving it upon the loom of life, bending us this way then that, changing the pattern and in the end creating something altogether new.Each one of us had a hand in it. We were nothing more than a thread of color that was guided into the fabric without our even being aware of it, at least not in the dawning of the mystical things. The changes about to alter our landscape and us... forever.Let me begin at a place where all things do, at the beginning. This first showing of the truth of the oracl
MirrorWho are you ?Yes, you ....On the other side of this screen!Tell me about the amazing things you have seen ...Tell me ... where have you been ?Do you lie ?Do you die ?Do you cry when you feel sad ?Have you ever done something really bad ?Tell me about your pain,What keeps you sane ?Has your heart ever been broken,by words harshly spoken ...feelings of hate awoken?