Freespeak

There was a story of an elderly man who took in a young girl of the streets, and raised her as he would a daughter.  The young girl grew up into a beautiful (though not spectacularly so) young woman, and married and ambitious young soldier.  Between their combined intellect and charisma, they became rulers of a nation.  But they soon became tyrants, hated for their cruel and callous ways, and the promises they broke.  They were overthrown, him killed, her exiled.  She died in bitterness a few years after, never once looking back and saying a word to the old man.  When she died, a young student came to visit the old man (brow a bit whiter, and

The Parable of the Lost Son (The Gospel According to Luke, Chapter 15)     (Verse 11) Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons. (12) The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the inheritance.'  So he divided his property between them.     (13) "Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set of for a distant country, and there squandered all his wealth in wild living. (14) After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. (15) So he hired himself out to his fields to feed pigs. (16) He longed to fill his stomach with the pods the p

Splice     Let the little children come to me . . .  For I tell you, none will enter the Kingdom of God unless he becomes like one of these. Prologue: Suffer the Children     My friends, can you not see how far we have fallen?  That we should allow the creation of such monsters as these?  These so-called gene-spliced children are children of the Devil!  They are abominations that must be destroyed!  From the onset, we, the righteous, have toiled to save our nation- no, humanity it's self from the evils that Science has wrought, and foolish politicians have enacted.  The foolish and ungodly have for too long taken us down the path to depr

they say that memories are meant to be cherished. but people seem to have very funny ideas about how that is done. It's like old Ben Franklin's quote: about truth (forgive me for any misquote) "So in love with truth that they never let it out for fear that it might catch a cold" and die? and so memories remain locked in cabinets and die. yet yours are out in force... why? Are you cherishing them... or losing yourself?

     The hubbub of the party fades behind me as I step out onto the back lanai.  There's no one else out here; I am alone with the silence and the night.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not one of those people who hate social interaction and stay alone in the dark.  But today, I feel like emulating them.  I can't take any more of what's going on inside.  I need space, fresh air, and some quiet time to think.  But most of all, I need privacy.  I have remembering to do, tears to shed, sadness to release.  I can't let this show inside, in the midst of a party, so I find my solace out here.  Here, shrouded by starlight, I can make my pilgrimage to the

Chapter 1: Blood Red Crest - A Sparrow's Burden     Kel surveyed the grim tableau in front of him.  Scores of dead Urshan Swordsmen littered the ground, intermingled with fourteen of his own Kestrels, and several dozen of the new Urshan soldiers, the one bearing the fire weapons.  Unless he was mistaken, there were a few Sparrows among the dead as well.  "This is War," he whispered.  Already, messengers were carrying dispatches, warning of the Urshay attack.  Kaita would be mobilizing.  "What was the Council of Lords thinking?" he muttered.      Footsteps behind Kel alerted him to the return of Captain Deshalt.  "All secure sir.  Abbess V

Can you feel this human current? Resonating to some strange harmony, Overriding, overturning discordant voices, Drowning them in an endless sea. There once was a man saw new possibilities, In his unique and well developed abilities. He tried to climb up to very the fringe of space This world could not tether him in place But voices of envy soon swept him off course Deposited him near-dying on the shore. Can you feel this human current? Resonating to some strange harmony, Overriding, overturning discordant voices, Drowning them in an endless sea. There was a woman who could hear the suffering Empathy in her heart did ring She t