Food For The Soul Books Novels & Stories

Then after lowering my head, I read aloud the massive words on the book cover, once again, “Coalition of Animal and Spirit.” Immediately, the book on the table began to vibrate and shake as though the doing of an exterior effect. “What's going on?” All of the sudden, it finally halted and opened up, somewhere towards the middle. I looked under the table to be sure I wasn't having an illusion, but there was nothing underneath. Exhaling, I stared intensely to the first words I saw. “Animals (savage beasts or not), because being mobile organisms, have the power to harness their souls with phantom spirits with the aid of spirit cultivation technique manuals.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I need this to end now. It has been 10 long years and each day I am on this earth without my soul, I become less and less a person. I have noticed it in the simple things in life. Food tastes like trash or at its best like nothing at all. Roses don’t even smell good to me and when I smell food it doesn’t have an aroma or even an odor. Things are lack luster and when I look at things that are bright, they are dull and almost grey now like my face when I look in the mirror.

Chapter 12 JESS “I’m starving.” I complain to myself. I was alone in my room. Torin was in his- he didn’t bother coming out ever since we were left here in the morning. It was now night time and nobody had come up and offered us food. It was understandable because we were prisoners but would a little courtesy hurt ? Maybe they didn’t feel the need to kill us because they thought we would starve to death on our own? Is that what this was? A man needed his food. There’s no way I could stay awake a second longer without getting something in me. It had been almost 2 days now. At the risk of getting myself killed, I got up from my bed and opened the bedroom door. I thought, if I was going to die

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud “Just like the way it goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I would say the way to a man’s soul is his body” ‘Wow, this makes a lot of sense’ Serafine said within her as she read further. So far, she was enjoying what she was reading and she was relieved that there was no naughty part apart from the first page as she had not yet encountered one. Serafine read the book for a few hours until she slept off

“We’ll try a spoon of applesauce in a bit. Then soup if the gods smile.” She made a face I mentally captioned bribable. “You brought books,” she said, as if she had to confirm it was real and not a fever hallucination. “I did. No onions.” Her laugh tumbled out—rough around the edges, precious because it was possible. “Thank you. For all of it. The ugly parts included.” “That’s part of the thing,” I said. “The bad and the boring. The good is easy. The ugly is where the vows go.”