Just an old guy, dead broke- but Rich in both the loves in his life - and the memories he has built. He believes in Love, and thinks forgiveness may just be the active form of the verb: to love. I know, because I am him.
What if a mood took bodily form?
Who do you listen to when you climb through life?
Old age brings some gifts to you in the dark.
What happens when something is too big to understand?
Sometimes you have to face your fears...alone.
It turns out that we leave a path behind us as we live.
What is the difference between a door and a portal?
This is my six hundredth story on StoryStar. What I have learned.
Flash Fiction in 200 words. Do you know the answer?
What if you could shield yourself with kindness.
It was a minor miracle, but a major memory!
What does size have to do with it?
What does love have to do with it?
What if we are given a chance and a deadline?
What adventures lurk in your own backyard?
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