The Holy Book

The Holy Books are so much more than just books retelling the histories and stories derived from the very moment Man was created. Their books of learning, hope, forgiveness, and so much more. Each story, psalm, and proverb have a way of bringing you closer to God, and the people around you.

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The 31rst is the day I love the most

For I turn 16 on this eerie day

Pumpkins littered around the yard

Graveyards mark the troubled souls

Chilling skeletons hang from the door

A night of true delight and fright

Disguised in jest for candies and cake

While presents lie to open under the black tree

What a magnificent day indeed


Much of my life has been surrounded by it

Usually just for fun, especially for special occasions

Sometimes it provided an escape from reality

It’s when the beat lifts my soul, and my worries with it, that I feel truly at peace, I just

Can’t live without it


Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down

The savory aroma of collard greens wafted through the kitchen. I grab a fork out of the drawer near the stove to stir the delectable greens, and – after slightly burning my hand and wrist from the steam – taste them. “Mm, not yet.” I reach up to the overhanging cupboard to shuffle through several bottles of spices before picking out one of my favorite spices, cayenne pepper. I grin as I carefully measure one tablespoon of the spicy seasoning into the large pot of greens. I stir the greens using a clean spoon from the utensils drawer and plop the lid on. It will be a while for the greens to be nice and tender, just how we like them! “Anastelle! Sophie’s here!” My mother’s sweet, southern lilted voice rang throughout the house. Continue reading “Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down”

Lilies and Roses

The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table, and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”