He Is Coming

He Is Coming He is coming. All creation leaps at the sound of His voice. It waits. It waits as the time draws nearer, nearer. As in one heartbeat, the world thuds in anticipation. The broken-hearted look up, the tears still on their faces. He is coming. He is coming.  The broken children look up, their lonely faces filled with hope again.

A Train of Thought

Hi! I’m posting something today that is radically different from most of my posts in the “Writing” category. For this prose I wrote strictly from the inside of a person’s thoughts. There are no conversations or descriptions of appearance. Only thoughts. (The character thinking these thoughts is not real, but being that my only reference as to how people think is through my own mind, some of the character’s thoughts are […]