It’s probably either illegal or too shocking for this blog, but how about a true story?
Caraleisa has a new blog, and presents a touching true story, A soldier, a little girl, and a tragedy….
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It wasn’t the merchant’s fault that he approached the city from the north and entered the northern gate. Geological processes had decreed that the city was largely surrounded by mountains. These mountains were higher to the north and northwest, though there was a pass, open perhaps 5 or 6 months out of the year, that…
The old woodsman held out his hand. The village chief looked at it, looked at the river. Looked at his wife, his children, and the villagers behind him. It was raining. It had been raining for days. The waters were rising. Not even the oldest villager could remember when the river had been this high….
“You know why I wanted to talk to you today?” said Jim. His intonation indicated a question, but Emily Wall, Rev. Emily Wall, knew she was expected to know. “Yes, sir,” she said. Jim Evans, district superintendent looked across at the young lady on the other side of his desk. She had no right to…
“So I guess I won’t be seeing you any more after tonight,” said Bob Norman, looking at Jerry. “And why would you say that?” asked Jerry, though his expression and tone indicated he wasn’t surprised. “May 21,” said Mac. “I expect May 21 will pass as many other May 21s have passed before,” said Jerry….
“Why were you in such a hurry to leave the last village?” Roban looked at his daughter. She was also his apprentice in his trading business. He drove his wagon on a circuit amongst the towns and villages that extended hundreds of miles and weeks in time, buying and selling things that were available in…
“I’m going to tell you a story about the time when the orange sky gleamed,” said the old man. The children gathered around the fire moved closer. Some of them leaned forward so that they could hear the story. One of the older children wasn’t quite as interested. This is a work of fiction. Any…
It wasn’t the merchant’s fault that he approached the city from the north and entered the northern gate. Geological processes had decreed that the city was largely surrounded by mountains. These mountains were higher to the north and northwest, though there was a pass, open perhaps 5 or 6 months out of the year, that…
The old woodsman held out his hand. The village chief looked at it, looked at the river. Looked at his wife, his children, and the villagers behind him. It was raining. It had been raining for days. The waters were rising. Not even the oldest villager could remember when the river had been this high….
“You know why I wanted to talk to you today?” said Jim. His intonation indicated a question, but Emily Wall, Rev. Emily Wall, knew she was expected to know. “Yes, sir,” she said. Jim Evans, district superintendent looked across at the young lady on the other side of his desk. She had no right to…
“So I guess I won’t be seeing you any more after tonight,” said Bob Norman, looking at Jerry. “And why would you say that?” asked Jerry, though his expression and tone indicated he wasn’t surprised. “May 21,” said Mac. “I expect May 21 will pass as many other May 21s have passed before,” said Jerry….
“Why were you in such a hurry to leave the last village?” Roban looked at his daughter. She was also his apprentice in his trading business. He drove his wagon on a circuit amongst the towns and villages that extended hundreds of miles and weeks in time, buying and selling things that were available in…
“I’m going to tell you a story about the time when the orange sky gleamed,” said the old man. The children gathered around the fire moved closer. Some of them leaned forward so that they could hear the story. One of the older children wasn’t quite as interested. This is a work of fiction. Any…
It wasn’t the merchant’s fault that he approached the city from the north and entered the northern gate. Geological processes had decreed that the city was largely surrounded by mountains. These mountains were higher to the north and northwest, though there was a pass, open perhaps 5 or 6 months out of the year, that…
The old woodsman held out his hand. The village chief looked at it, looked at the river. Looked at his wife, his children, and the villagers behind him. It was raining. It had been raining for days. The waters were rising. Not even the oldest villager could remember when the river had been this high….
