They say things like you don’t know me. With my back against the wall I have very little to lose. No gifts from the pot bellied man sliding down my chimney. No stopping at a red light at 3am in the morning. Am I not aware of the perilous nature of my existence? I have received obloquy in the best of times yet come back strong and unabashed.

     Then they would say something like you don’t owe me. How can you? When all you see is your side of things, as if my purpose has always been…

It is not often I get to talk about my book, Eli, but I got a chance on the Authors Show and felt there is no harm in mentioning this sort of free publicity. I believe some authors out there may need this.

The webpage is www.AuthorsWebTV.com

I am on it now running until the 8th December, blabbing away and almost forgetting keypoints! One thing though Danielle the…

I have heard the raindrops from your tears and seen the pool that forms beneath your sorrow. I have touched your heart and felt the pain that feeds on your frail frame and loneliness. I have seen the hunch in your

shoulders, the clasped hands and slumbered posture and know the weight you bear

is but a dime too much. When you stare into the abyss sorrow returns its bleak

gaze of uncertainty. When you embrace the past the memories seem unbearable. I

wish…

We were chatting about nothing in particular, perhaps reminiscing about our past creations amongst ourselves when my friend said,

‘My, man is clever. We have come such a long way. Look at the architecture we build today and the moon too that we have now traveled to. You name it, we have done well especially in this generation.’

I didn’t want to put a damper to the works but I just couldn’t help…

When I started this competition I had no knowledge of what was in store for me. Today this is the amazing result. I have only been a member of Ezine Articles since April 2010 but the results have been worthwhile

as seen below:

#509976 HAHD Challenge Winner

Hi Leslie,…

All the cheers on the ground could have been heard for many years to come as the voices echoed and the cries rang for hours on end. I hid behind the trees watching and savoring the moment when I would release myself

from captivity and follow the sounds. No one could hear me, I was invisible but

my heart pounded uncontrollably. I leapt out from behind the palm tree dashing

underneath a nearby grove and stopped. I was out of breath. This had been…