A full moon can be an ominous or promising sign, depending on who you ask. Perhaps it depends on the situation rather. I've spent many a night lost in a whirl of contemplation on the subject. Not necessarily of the value of a full moon, but on the question of humanity's perception of it. Everyone sees the same moon, yet they all have their owh radical opinion of it. For me, personally, the moon is nothing more than the cosmic string that puppeteers the holy ocean. The ocean is the great equalizer; he can return any ship, no matter how mighty, into the simple materials that was used to create her. In a way the ocean is what keeps man and his c
To anyone who passed him, he would have caused them to shrink away in fear what with his face drawn and ashen with his eyes staring wide but not seeing anything but the path in which he trusted would lead him to safety. His hands griped his shooting iron so tightly in his hands that his knuckles felt as though they could possibly rip in twine. Sweat trickled down his back, making his soiled and bloodied shirt stick to his war-ravaged skin. His one barren foot lodged itself firmly in the hole of his pants and he tumbled head over heels, rolling down a hill.
The world spun until he became dizzy and landed on his back hard enough to knock the w
Scrolling through his Twitter feed wilted Sam Wright's posture, slowed his mind and furrowed his thick brows. He pressed a hand to his eyes then pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Alright, this has to be insanity, right, Sierra?" He turned to his Bernese Mountain Dog who was lying on the couch. The dog lifted her tilted head as her master stood from his arm chair and retrieved the remote control from the ottoman. He turned on the local news and dropped back into his seat
"If you're just joining us, we have been following a dramatic new bill introduced that would take athletics out of all schools in America. Thousands across America have gone
The two brothers stared each other down with fire in their eyes.
"Boys, please don't start up today. This is supposed to be a fun…." Lindy watched her adult sons turn and bolt for the arcadia door leading to the pool. Her eldest slipped through the opening and leaped into the air, tucking his long legs to his chest as he plummeted into pool with a yell. "Boys."
"Now, Lindy. It's a joy to have them talking again, let them be kids." Jack, her husband of 40 years chuckled heartily as he put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Come on, cabbage. We've got to get the burgers on the grill."
Lindy took up the plate of prepared bu