Writing

Who Is Your Master ?

A Story by Stephen J. Vattimo

This is an article that addresses the need for Christian to follow Jewish Sabbath law to be applied to Sunday being the followers Of Christ 's Sabbath..

R.E.S.T (In Peace)

A Poem by QueenKla

When I lost my father, it really made me question the concept of resting in Peace. We should all aim to find peace in our everyday lives.

Thank you to my Grandmas'

A Story by Virtue Jackson

Thoughts about family and life while sick in bed.

The Shape of Jazz to Come

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the painso sharp it drains the color from one's..

ANXIOUSLY AWAITING TO SLEEP

A Poem by splattercore

Strapping me down, fire up the machine. All systems go, pull the lever down and watch you scream. Another talent and a another act, The show must g..

I hate the Game

A Poem by uncovered

If all hope are gone and you still play the same game over again bringing you closer to end it or take courage and find hope in everything you do but ..

In the Hospital

A Poem by Debbie Barry

No one really rests in the hospital.

Journal Switching Off... Needing Rest From It All.

A Story by Onlyme

Have you ever felt where you brainjust wants a rest from it all.And it just shuts down and closes offfor a while.It just does not want to thinkor reac..

Never any peace..

A Poem by Onlyme

Frustration is a nightmareGiving forward noticebut yet they let us down.Protein drinks to live or die.But yet the chemist let us down.Phoning around l..

Timshel

A Chapter by Ashe

April and Violet prepare to leave Goodland as something different.

On Suffering

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

I waited too longto mow my lawnbiopsy my lungyet lived long enough, anon,however long is long.Whatever. It's not wrongto count alongwhile busy living...

Beautiful Cleansing

A Poem by Kathy Van Kurin

Lessons within tears and pain

Salvation

A Poem by Kruppz

Wanting challenges to end

Drown

A Story by Chara

Staring at the paper white ceiling shrouded by a curtain of desolation, a mixture of thoughts swirl in my mind. The tumultuous rhythm of my thoughts..