Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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Category: Stories From A Young Heart
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Help. Deeper I go, wallowing where no one hears you. The ground is unstable, its dark folds are enveloping me. My footing warps again, leading me to another passage, a passage of self-pity, a passage of doubt. Round a corner of sniffling people, stuck in their miserable worlds, through a corridor of people who grope…
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Delicate ornaments hang gracefully from the trees branches. The sweet aroma of pine leaves fill the air. Gifts lay beautifully wrapped underneath it, filling people with excitement to rip them open. Best of all, on the top, a breathtaking sight. A star. A golden star. A golden star just like the sun itself. Truly breathtaking.
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The golden sun dipped down behind the horizon, making the water glisten with the remaining rays of light. Beige coloured sand stretched for miles, strangely resembling Rapunzel’s hair. Multicoloured parrots squawked passionately from their trees, forming a bird choir. Out in the sea, a pool of red had appeared, spreading like wildfire. Underneath, the gentle…
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It was a frosty night, the bitter cold whipped against tall, creaking buildings. The pale moon let off a pathetic dim light, one that did nothing to aid peoples sight. There were no stars in the sky, leaving it with a bare, empty feel. The air was crisp and stung your eyes. On an inky…
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It was another day at middle school, a place where queen bee’s came to gossip, and bullies came to bash out. I trudged through the ancient gates that groaned with each push, and into the lair of the crusty receptionists. Today I was greeted by grizzly old face blusher. She’s called this because she always…
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