Angie's DIARY | Online Magazine and Writers' Network

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Archive for: May, 2010

To The PEOPLE We Call CHILDREN

To The PEOPLE We Call CHILDREN

I am in AWE of your magnificence, of the power of you, of your ability to be, of your unconditional love for me, for all. I am in AWE of you. I see you. I hear you. I know you. I hear your NOBLE REQUESTS to be warm, to be cool, to be fed, to be near, [...]

The Ghost Garden (Excerpt)

The Ghost Garden (Excerpt)

This should never have happened, he should never have died. I can’t help but set the cogs in motion for the most prominent question when grieving for a loved one. “What If?”Chapter 12 I’m still pondering the “What If” question a week later. I’ve returned to the shop, against everyone’s advice, yet somehow, my soul [...]

A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love

A mother is many things, But above all else A mother is the one who loves her child Unconditionally, completely and forever. A mother’s love never sways, never disappears And only becomes stronger as time goes by. A mother is the light That leads the way in the darkness of life. A mother is the [...]

Walk In Wisdom…

Walk In Wisdom…

Walk in wisdom… redeeming the time (Colossians 4:5). It’s been a busy week, but that seems to be the rule rather than the exception these days. And something tells me that every one of you can relate! Life is flying past us at warp speed, and we just try to run a little faster so [...]

The Enemy Of My EnemY (Excerpt)

The Enemy Of My EnemY (Excerpt)

Angellica seemed to be avoiding everyone, the day following the beach party. Many chose to blame Logan for snubbing her, the Master being an easy target for their discontent. Shasta blamed herself, for letting Angellica’s behaviour get out of hand. Logan, on the other hand, blamed the rebel leader for her own problems and quickly [...]

Travel With Your Dream Body

Travel With Your Dream Body

Learn to dream consciously Conscious dreaming gives you a great feeling. If you dream consciously (dreaming while being aware that you are dreaming), you have control over events. Or at least the realization that you can control the situation. There will be a day that you can instruct yourself to dream about something; to fly [...]

My Notebook.

My Notebook.

The notebook is blank, Empty lines filled with dust And straight dots. Scribbles penetrates every Inch of whiteness Like pricking the skin. Scribble might be blurred, The following pages Say nothing but another Pinch of a needle… My notebook has no wishes, The whiteness of this page Is so white that blurs my eyes.

Bringing Back Fairy Tales!

Bringing Back Fairy Tales!

Have you ever wondered where fairies get their fairy dust? Lilly and Boris are about to find out exactly where fairy dust comes from…the hard way of course! Boris has flown too fast and tumbles to the forest floor, where he injures his ankle and bends his wing. Meanwhile, the fairy dorm monitor realizes the naughty little fairies are missing and organizes a search party. Once the two are escorted safely back home, Boris is admitted into the infirmary and Lilly put to bed. There are always consequences to action, and in the mushroom patch this is true too. Lilly and Boris are sent to the secluded factory, learning first hand just how hard the colony works as a team to produce the precious commodity they have so often taken for granted. They laugh, they learn, and above all value the dust and vow never to waste or be so careless with it again. Mischief in the Mushroom Patch by Amanda M. Thrasher (Barnes & Noble, Ft. Worth, TX area, or barnesandnoble.com, amazon).

The Treasure Pool

The Treasure Pool

The sun is perfect, as I stretch back on my chaise lounge and take in the colors generated by its fall toward the Hawaiian horizon.  It tantalizes, still well up in the sky, but low enough to signify its passing as imminent. I look at the near empty bottle of Corona, my favorite beer, then [...]

Last Night

Last Night

I dreamt of you last night. I was surrounded by a crowd of noises and blinding lights. Somehow, in the delirious hues, I found your hand and you pulled me towards you. The rest of my night was lost in bliss. When I awoke alone I smiled, remembering your kiss.

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