Molly’s Christmas Wish (an original short-story)

“Santa Claus!” Molly exclaimed. “Oh mommy, can I go tell Santa what I want for Christmas? Please.” Five-year old Molly tugged on her mother’s hand. Callie bit her lip and stared at the mall Santa in his red suit. What’s the point, there will be no Christmas for us. “We have time Callie,” her cousin Rose said. “Let’s take the girls to visit Santa and … Continue reading Molly’s Christmas Wish (an original short-story)

Death waits for her

I see her laying there, the pain intense upon her pale face. The blue veins of her eyelids look bruised as her eyes flutter with agitation. She groans in her sleep, restless and exhausted. Death plays her cruel joke teasing and taunting, it threatens to take her only to leave her in pain. What is worse to pray for death yet linger or fear it … Continue reading Death waits for her