My favorite time of the year was coming to an end, as I had to say goodbye to those worry-free, beach-bum summer days. Summer had passed before my eyes and it was now the start of my sophomore year in college. I was enrolled in a couple psychology classes for my major and a Geology class that would count towards my GE. The semester before was not the best, as it had a negative impact on my grade point average. So here I am again, another semester hoping the same thing does not happen again. I wake
is your oyster” was my former English substitute teacher favorite quote by Shakespeare. She was a traveler – passing plenteous borders of geographical areas to seek a new job, life, and opportunities. She settled a while and moved the following months to different places based on what her heart yearns for. I remember giving her a Thailand travel guidebook for her farewell gift the day before she left Indonesia to Bangkok. I did not understand the meaning of that phrase, until I took the decision to
was only him and almost two dozen soldiers left. And they looked to Indrid, their General, to lead. “We go to Grale. I must claim my throne. As Count, we will muster the Graleon army and take back Ikarus to free our brothers and sisters,” Indrid said with certainty. Again there was no sign of Apollo. Indrid hoped that she had made it off on her own. “Good for you, my friend, and thank you for guarding me,” he said softly. It amazed him at how much his feelings towards the cat had changed
turn around and stick out your tongue.” I stopped in my tracks as I watched my aunt, Maggie, grab her older sister’s tongue with the cooking tong. After a painful cry, Mary quickly swatted Maggie with a dish towel. “Hey, you’re the one that always says to grab life by the tongue!” Maggie retorted. With a quick giggle, I ran to Mary’s waist and gave her a squeeze. “You saw that didn’t you Gator? You see what she does to me?” “She just loves you,” I replied, “but not as much as me.” And with
After I confessed , I blacked out due to a blow on the head from a short man. The mocking police officers took me into a compact, windowless , musty room that looked like it has been there since the dawn , or maybe even earlier, of time. Inside the room, two officers loomed over me. One dwarfed with almost white hair. He was shorter than me while I was sitting down , and he had a gray greasy beard with a unfriendly personality. He was quite plump and had a long nose similar to Pinocchio.
Connections “I am you, and you are me. I feel what you feel. Your happiness is my life-blood and your worries are my undoing. I comprehend the pulses of the universe and the breath of tall grass; I understand the lapping of waves on a faraway shore as clearly as a ripple in my glass. My soul is nothing but a tool which I can cast like a fishing lure into a room full of strangers, pulling up dreams and hopes and hidden feelings rather than trout or bass. I am everything. I am everyone. I am empathy.”
Foreword: Hello My name is Shane Reynolds. I hope all is well and you are happy in your heart. I am a motivational speaker, law student, finance executive and writer based on the Gold Coast, in Queensland Australia. This book is dedicated to all my family (present and passed), particularly my parents, who have always been a great inspiration to me, my best friend Damien, to my many mentors (Amanda Scott, Jane Garwood, Greg Simmons, Omar Khan, Sandy Vincent-Guy) and Sean McCarthy, in memoriam. My approach
“Is that Chief Seattle over there?” I asked, feeling a bit intimidated with this man’s presence. Just one look at the deep lines in his face told volumes about his rugged life, a man who knew the full depth of both pain and sorrow, and yet a man whose veins the spirit of God ran through day and night. “That’s him, Buddy, and he hasn’t moved away from that table since he came back. Just sits there looking out into space,” Sam remarked. “What’s his problem?” I asked “Ah, he’s bummed out.” “About
midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
“Are you okay, my love?” Cloud asked, bringing Squall in close to him. “I am now,” he whispered back, laying a kiss on Cloud’s chest. “What will we do? I can’t go back, and when they get up here, there’s no stopping them at all.” “I can’t ask for protection from us. While it’s not forbidden for a demon to love a human, it’s looked down upon. I only know of one hope for us, but it’s not pleasant.” “Anything, Cloud. Anything for you. I’d take any pain over and over, if it meant I can stay with