In His Eyes |
They always said it was his eyes. Whenever asked what attracted them to him, that is what they would say, as if it explained everything. How could it be? How could his eyes entrance them so that they ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 06:25:00 GMT |
Rivers of blood |
Oceans of blood. It was too much to bear. Papa's incompetence made the starving people angry, that they had to pay for his aristocratic arrogance. I told Mama that it was enough, that the rivers of bl...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 06:02:00 GMT |
Spiritual Odyssey |
It is the events in our youth which form our adult personalities. My youth was filled with events which were sometimes purely the results of my own actions, but usually beyond my control.When I was se...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 06:34:00 GMT |
Ah, the modern world. |
Some said, even when I was alive, that I was an ignorant peasant, that I could neither read nor write. It was all lies. I was able to both read and write, although I spent my time reading the gospels ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 06:59:00 GMT |
