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In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 month, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had sustained him unfailingly. Lieutenant Blandford remembered one day in particular, during the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy’s planes. In one of his letters he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle he had received her answer: “Of course you fear…all brave men do. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: ‘yeah, though I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will hear no evil: for tho

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

This was their Identity they were afraid to show. "No one can harm our mama" said Jim "And no one means no one even if its our uncle" said Flora and she degenerated his body even without touching him. So the war was end all the rebels were killed. "We have to go inside and rescue our family member" said Christina, Austin who came outside from the castle was slowly sat down he was muttering something like "They are gone They are gone"

Cassandra could only give a faint smile. She could feel her shoulder getting heavier and the soreness slowly creeping throughout her body. The school library looks almost empty, it’s understandable since nowadays the younger generation are going through all over the Internet for information. They can get anything from their fingertips instead of moving their body and soul to rummaging through hundreds of books. Cassandra moved her neck, a crack sound was heard. She found it satisfying to hear the sound of her young body's bones cracking, it did relieve her tense shoulder.

This is the day I get to put an end to John Williams. I get out of bed. “I am ready.” Now my expression has changed, sleep is long gone and the only thing that remained in my mind was killing the bastard. I head to the shower and take a quick one. When I get back to my room, my uncle is gone but there is a note on the bed, and I take it. ‘May the Goddess be with you today; may she bless you with strength to see this through. I have gone to the training ground, see you shortly. Your proud uncle.” The note read.

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

"They’ve committed crimes against the Crown by inciting scurries and talk about---" "I speak for equal rights and freedom to all men," a voice interrupted from behind us - also in Latin! And this time I had a hard time hiding my surprise. It was Markus! "And not just the fools lucky enough to be born into it." His dark eyes burned like fire, and his words ignited a flame in my heart that burned away all doubts and fear. This man needed to live. To inspire and shine. To be told and retold. I needed to save his life...

“I prayed and asked for an angel. And my prayers were answered.” “What? Are you saying a miracle happened?” Julia asked. “Yes, I was so sick that when I went to get water, I fell down a flight of steps.” “Oh Lord! I knew I should have never left there alone.” Uncle Yazzy exclaims. “I was badly bruised, and I could not quench my thirst. I must have crawled to the kitchen for water and I collasped in front of the refrigerator door.” “Stop, this sounds awful.” Her auntie said.