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Yo nunca tuve miedo del Cantaa o de el Chichiricú (Guije) que se aparecia de noche en el charco de los Hernandez en la Cuchillas de Moca, un pueblo humilde que fue formado por campesinos y próceres muchos siglos atrás. Pero muchas tardes me presigna cuando iba al pozo con mi querida madrecita, Mame, que…
Author: Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave We are atoms. Like atoms we are in constant movement. In a constant changing state. We grow up and with our mind and bodies so our responsibilities, and sometimes our families grows too. Jobs, careers, and relationships takes all of our space and rob us a little from…
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This Chapter closes as the Priest reads from the bible to his parishioners;
“Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, “Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
( Mat 25:35) For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
( Mat 25:36) Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
( Mat 25:37) Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed [thee]? or thirsty, and gave [thee] drink?
( Mat 25:38) When saw we thee a stranger, and took [thee] in? or naked, and clothed [thee]?
( Mat 25:39) Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
( Mat 25:40)
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, In as much as ye have done unto one of [for] the least of these my brethren, ye have done unto me.
“Jesus is alive, he is around us, even in a little girl.” _When an Angel Touched Me by Key to My Heart Blog/ Evelyn Rodriguez
“Tengo una bomba en mi maletín. Voy a utilizarla si es necesario. Quiero que se siente a mi lado. Usted está siendo secuestrada”. Schaffner hizo conforme a lo solicitado, y seguidamente, en voz baja pidió ver la bomba. Cooper habrió abrir su maletín el tiempo suficiente para que ella vislumbra claramente ocho cilindros rojos TNT unido…
Lucas touches the broken wing of a grayed out angel statue over some thumb stone. He is standing inside the Castle turned Resort, where a lot of macabre and sordid mysterious things has happened recently and he and his teenage friends Robert, and twins Sabrina and Samantha are determined to go into the great adventure of finding out themselves what’s going on and what is the name they’ve been hearing about in their town Mocha, they want to discover what is “Earthling”.
Marge’s mom adored her husband Thomas until her last dying breath. She never regretted skipping school to go to Conney Island with Thomas, because that’s were they met and later on married. Less than a yr. later after they met they conceived Robbie, Marla’s 1st brother, which led to a magical and wonderful marriage until her dead. Something Marge wishes she would have herself one day. The same perfect union, just her parents had…]
Will Marge ever find true love? Find Mr. Right or instead a Mr. Right-now?
READ ON TO FIND THAT OUT…
MORE ABOUT THIS SHORT NOVEL SOON.
(Una Luz al Final del Tunel) _Evelyn Lallave-Rodriguez Scene I As Celeste’s little figure disappears down the street, an angelic bright figure stares at her, and then turns to the public with a soft smile on his/or her face. Across the street, on a street corner, Celeste is talking to a much older kid who…
THIS SHORT STORY WAS INITIALLY A NOVEL I BEGAN TO WRITE FOR A WRITING CONTEST WITH NANOWRIMO.NET. SINCE THEN I HAVE MADE MANY CHANGES TO IT. SPECIALLY IN THE TITLE. ITS FIRST TITLE WAS ONE STORMY NIGHT, WHICH I AM NOW RESERVING FOR ANOTHER SHORT STORY, THEN A NOT SO QUIET WOMAN, BUT THE LAST TITLE WAS CHANGED TO THE QUIET WOMAN, LIKE THE NAME OF A NICE RESTAURANT IN CALI. THERE’S A DANIEL STEEL THAT HAS THE SAME NAME AND EVEN SIMILAR CONTENT, BUT I CAN’T ASSURE YOU I DID NOT COPIED FROM HER AND OBVIOUSLY SHE DID NOT COPIED FROM ME. 🙂 NEVER THE LESS, I THINK THIS NEW TITLE FITS MY SHORT STORY BETTER. ENJOY THE READING!
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Harbored Feelings “No. I am not Sam. I am Samantha!”, A six year old girl was heard telling her friends on her first day at school. Later, as the years passed, she found herself repeating the same words over and over, even now as she was having a long island chilled ice tea at a NY…
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