Talisman
Her fingers went lax and the necklace dropped to the floor, the sound loud in the grieving silence. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt something building…
In many cultures, the last part of life is a subject that ranges from fear to celebration – from avoidance to serenity. Craft your own story of how this experience will shape you, yourself, or how this experience of witnessing a loved ones decline has shaped you now, in the present. Here's a hint-- search the term Memento Mori-- and include that term in an expressive way, figuratively, in your story. Good luck!
Her fingers went lax and the necklace dropped to the floor, the sound loud in the grieving silence. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt something building…
He had read the phrase accidentally and yet it lay buried into his skull, constantly drilling itself deeper until leaving him a shaking mass. Cold water could…
“To Jesus Christ I comment my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.” Dear God, what am I saying? Do I really believe that I am giving up myself to someone I’ve…
I sat, waiting for when my time was called to be sentenced to death. My life was to end today, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was to be hanged…
Old Elk was the longest lived of all the elders of the tribe. His hair was the color of spring snow. His eyes danced even when the drums did not beat. He had…
My Dearest Emanuelle, _While I’ve hoped I’ve been everything I could be for you, I know that some times I have let you down. This letter is my apology to you…