My Testament is Disappointing! Book Review with Milly Reynolds

🐕”My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet” 🐕 — words and music and stories (Reblog)

These beautiful words were written by Edith Wharton, an American novelist, short story writer, and designer who was born on 24 January 1862She was the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for literature in 1921 for her novel “The Age of Innocence” She loved dogs, although she seldom included them in her fiction: they […]

🐕”My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet” 🐕 — words and music and stories

Attitude of Gratitude January 28 2021 — Annette Rochelle Aben (Reblog)

Thank you, for your Attitude of Gratitude: Some people toss the phrase, I LOVE YOU around like they are flinging confetti at a party. So, you might be tempted to think them insincere, Bur anytime you are told I LOVE YOU, it is a direct comment from a higher source and the speaker, merely the […]

Attitude of Gratitude January 28 2021 — Annette Rochelle Aben

Understanding

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I sat with him at the table. He offered me bread, a goblet of wine. After I partook he gave me a quill, some parchment, his smiling eyes encouraging me to write. Somehow the quill took over, gliding across the surface with ease. Before I knew it I was looking at a line of words I didn’t recognise. I looked up at him, his kind countenance pitying my ignorance.
“Try reading it again,” he said.
I looked down — suddenly the script made sense. “Reading what I have just written, I now believe.”
A gentle smile was pursing his lips.

Copyright Francis 2020

*dVerse Monday night Prosery

‘Private Disclosure’ — Flash fiction

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With news of Babylon burning around the world, I ventured out with my dog onto the bleak winter marsh, Christmas hat on. 

Unexpectedly, a wind arose; Carly went crazy, barking, leaping, whilst I cowered on the ground, unsure of what was happening. There was an eerie light around us, a spinning disc above, descending, flashing multi-coloured beams in all directions. I made out symbols of a man, a lion, an ox, an eagle, emblazoned in gold light on the side, fixed signs of creation; Carly went quiet, whimpering between my legs. Suddenly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood before us, dressed in flowing silver raiment, her eyes a penetrating cyan. 

“Why me?” I asked in my mind. 

“Why not you?” she replied, smiling faintly. “Simply understand — this Christmas is like no other. I have to show you, not tell. Now you know.” 

With that she was gone; Carly began to bark and leap once more, feigning attack on the craft which rose silently, before zipping rapidly away towards the gelid north, higher and higher, until it became a tiny point of light among revealing stars.

An extra terrestrial, or some inter-dimensional being? An angel could take any form, I figured. So was I some latter day Ezekiel, primed for changes, a release from this lower dimensional captivity? Either way, in my heart all fear and doubt was gone; this one incident encapsulated the time: The new age of disclosure had begun.

Copyright Francis 2020