"ROOAAR!" The scary sound of six lions, each the size of a motorcycle, filled the air.
"Fourth Siding," the conductor yelled as he trundled down the aisle. "Your stop, Miss."
Esther rose early as usual. She dressed in her brown robe and overtunic, fitter her veil over her long black hair, and went out to the courtyard behind her uncle's house to begin making the day's bread-more than she and her uncle needed because she gave some to the old women in their community every day.
I'd like to introduce you to my two sons.
Three blind mice.Three little pigs.Three days in the belly of a whale.Emily Graham stifled a moan. Some of the worst things in life come in threes, and she was facing her favorite meddlesome trio right now.
Buddy Boutonniere was not the sort of dog you'd expect to find in our neighborhood, and that's a fact.
"Is this the last patient?" I asked my nurse, Shannon.
The dividing line between the before and after of Farah's life had actually been drawn earlier than she realized, during Ramadan, the eighteenth such observance of the holy month during Farah's brief lifetime.
Patrick, Beth and Mr. Whittaker were at Whit's End on Tuesday morning. They were in the workshop getting ready for the Roman adventure.
After many years away, one of my best friends recently moved back home to her small Southern town. One of her first duties was to accompany her mother to a funeral. Now funerals in the South are a serious business.
Before Parkinson's disease (PD), Mike and I were "the Artist and the Chef." We are still the Artist and the Chef, but we have adapted our skills to current conditions and emerging science.
Deep withing the shadows of the huge oak tree, the ground itself seemed to be alive.
It's amazing that such a little space could make so much difference. Just eighteen inches, give or take a few-that's all it needs to move. And yet, for many of us, getting God's love from our heads to our hearts may be the most difficult-yet the most important-thing we ever attempt to do.
Her future hung as warm breath on the chilled spring air that carried her parent's words.
That summer at Grandma and Grandpa Melton's South Carolina farm would be a season from which I would thereafter mark time.
Is it possible to have a real life and pursue a dream at the same time?
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