Brother and sister are playing together at home. They both want one specific Lego piece, and sharing is not an option. The six-year-old gets angry, stomps around, and throws toys across the room. The five-year-old runs to the corner, silently crying with tears streaming down, and they sulk. These little ones have two drastic reactions ...

A family on a stroll stumbles upon a dessert shop. They all decide to grab one ice cream cone each. Dad chooses strawberry, mom picks vanilla, and the three-year-old settles on cookies and cream with sprinkles. The little one is looking forward to enjoying this tasty treat. She runs out to the bench and trips. ...

Near or far, I extend my warmth to you, into the core of your heart beating in synch with mine, longing to reach the depths of my mind. We’ve encountered each other in a different realm, I’m sure– it’s your whispers I hear in my solitude. Until we meet again, my dear, I extend my ...

If I have one wish for you, my love, it would be that you never let the world dim your light. Sometimes, it is cruel and wicked, punishing the innocent and sinner alike, showing no mercy, with the flames of hatred growing more intense with every act of revenge. It leaves a trail of devastation ...

Blood may be thicker than water, but it does not compare to souls connected to souls and hearts linked to one another. It is a testament to what family is. Revenge and hatred boil to the surface, with no winners in a game of pain. Love and cherished memories, however, are what keep us marching ...

I want so much to not want you, Yet with every breath, you flood my mind anew I try to shake these thoughts away, But in that effort, I only find I miss you more each day Fingers locked, I drift softly in your touch, Yet I hold back, afraid to fall too much Your ...

Lips part and blood floods through my veins. Our hearts thumping with a steady rhythm like a drum with every pump. The groaning and moaning are felt within my vibrant soul. Heat flushes through my skin, my porcelain complexion, each breath hitched and shallow. Your husky voice whispers my name like a silent siren echo, ...

The gentle throb of neon lights, pulsating with anticipation on my sweating palms. The air thick and heavy with deafening music, each unfortunate soul dancing to the rhythm of their demise. Every step a futile attempt to live and breathe, their vessels weakening in each second spent. “Mi amor,” your gentle whisper masked within the ...

Come with me, my sisters; come with me to paradise. Follow me through the shadows to the sanctity of the midnight garden. I will lead you through the heartache and sorrows, as you shed the burden you carry. Don’t look back; don’t shed one tear. They have much to learn before home calls to them. ...

Hospitals are not always a fun place to be. Visitors liven the place up and make a sterile room more welcoming. As a bedside nurse with 10 years of experience, I witness a plethora of gifts for patients and see how presents elevate the spirit of the sick. Flowers are among the top choice for ...