Carta escrita de un árbol a un soldado, referente al tema de la guerra y como nos afecta internamente, una visión desde mi punto de vista de las guerras. Inspirada en una imagen referente a los estragos de las guerras, creo que es una lectura para remover un poco de conciencia, al menos así me gustaría verla. Gracias por leer.

Dano is a doctor at one of the busiest hospitals in Sydney. Guin is a kindy teacher in another part of Sydney. their paths have never crossed, nor could it ever. BUT their Guardian Angels have a plan. Will they succeed? A cute romantic tale. A story to give you hope and inspiration.

I did it because I love you.

All the unsent letters... wonder who they're for...

What happens when Hilary, come back to visit her home but finds the city destroyed and all not a single person in sight? Read and find out.

The church of scientology is at it's downfall and is almost down to nothing. In a desperate attempt to marry off their remaining members and spread their population once again, they result to desperate tactics including kidnapping. It's latest victim Cassidy, is a Starbucks barista and college student...until the Church gets a hold of her and forces her into marry into the system.

Jo likes to watch the sky. Recently she discovered an enthusiasm for linguistics a swell, especially names. That is, until she is forced to confront her own. With her estranged brother returning, and her internal battle with her faith coming to a head, Jo turns to the sky, in the hopes she can make peace with her name.

This is an allegory about putting off the Old Man and putting on the New Man. Is it enough to believe that there is a God? (More to come!) "As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God… My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, 'Where is your God'" Psalm 42.

One-shot. Samantha visits her grandparents and decides to snoop through their things. She finds a box of seemingly random items. They each have their own story to tell.

The story about Cloudy Lynn's strange, eerie yet touching experience combining web and reality, who is addicted to her phone and chatting with people.

Everyone prays to God, but who says he doesn't respond? Here are his responses to eight prayers, whether they be ridiculous, vain, or just plain odd, all are equal in God's eyes. (oh weird I sound super Christian. Hmm. That's new.)

The glance of a girl who had just died. *any feedback is welcome, even though i loaded this cause i wanted to say i finished something*

Daniel's given up on the idea of God, but then he joins TWG Youth. Can they help him rediscover his faith, and the importance of friendship?

Una pequeña saga de viñetas en las que hablo de las diferentes percepciones de la gente sobre un concepto.

"Una vez más, te dices que ella y él y ellos, han conseguido que olvides lo mal que están las cosas en casa." Esta historia salió de un momento difícil de mi vida, y pasó por muchos cambios antes de ser lo que es. En ella critico ciertas partes de mi vida y mi entorno que no me gustan, y alabo las que aprecio.

"Soy adicta a cosas que nadie conoce porque no se dan la oportunidad, y que no matan las neuronas, ni los pulmones. Soy adictaa esto y a aquello, [···] a tantas cosas distintas que no parece real, pero lo es." Un pequeño relato de las adicciones que marcan mi existencia.

"¿Qué es el tiempo?" Unas cuantas ideas filosóficas sobre el tiempo, una clase de lengua, un poquito de humor, y a la batidora todo junto. Y esto ha salido.

"Casi podía oír los gritos angustiados de los árboles, inaudibles para los que no sabían escuchar. Podía oír sus súplicas inconexas, inacabadas. Podía ver las sacudidas de sus corazones de savia perdiendo la vida y el temblor de sus almas siendo exorcizadas de sus cuerpos a la fuerza." Esto habla de la crueldad del hombre con la naturaleza y de como la naturaleza se siente.

"Si ellas pensaban que iba a hacerlo, que después de todas las veces que la habían molestado y llamado rara y tonta a las espaldas - las tontas eran ellas si creían que no se daba cuenta - todas las veces que habían intentado robar sus cuadernos, la habían desconcentrado sacándola de su mundo de paz, ella no iba a sacarles de su error."

There are four Enlightenment Thinkers that work in balance to keep order correctly. I, Alice, serve under them. I am a high rank brown tail rabbit samurai who wishes to join the Thinkers, wanting to become the Fifth thinker. Until I learned the real truth about my world and their real intention of why they were created...

"Es Navarra. Y con eso me basta."

"192 hijos, hermanos, padres y amigos que murieron". Escuchando las teorías conspiranoicas sobre el 11M, se me ha ocurrido esto. Espero que os guste.

I was seventeen when I was visited by God. I swung back and forth through the gentle breeze, to and fro in the barren play area. I remember the feeling of every breeze that caressed my cheek, the woosh of the leaves and the muffled crunch of the soggy bark as my feet hit the ground and dragged me to a stop. I opened my eyes, and there before me she stood.

This story is about a group of freinds having a week of relaxing together.

It was something simple - just her life. But each simplicity held so much more to her; love and loss, fall and get back up. It was expected and yet she wouldn't change it for the world. It was her life after all.