Author: James Thebarge

The evening sky gently squeezed the remaining light from the day. It was dark before 6 PM… The see-saw like temperatures landed on Winter and the restless wind rustled the remaining leaves from their hiding places. And the rattling storm windows in this 100-year-old house were again familiar. The bitter cold, gusting winds, and early… Continue reading A true story

Beneath the snow-draped serenity of the cemetery, the whispers of the departed carried a gentle undertone of faith a spirituality that transcended the earth’s chill. These spirits, now part of something far greater than themselves, found solace in the teachings of their faith, drawing strength from a promised eternity with the divine. Each voice, gentle… Continue reading Winters view

True storyAbby’s cold wet nose pressed against my forehead pushing the back of my head deeper into the pillow. My half-closed eyes stared at the clock until I could make out the time. It was 4:45 A.M. Time to get up as there was no amount of belly rubs or forehead kisses that would pacify… Continue reading 40 Days and Nights

Amidst the rolling hills of Torringford, where time seemed to linger in the whispering leaves and moss-covered stones, stood a farmhouse a relic from centuries past. Our invitation to dinner there had been a promise etched into our lives, a magnetic pull that drew us toward its weathered doors. The invitation to the farmhouse, a… Continue reading I see dead people

In a quiet laboratory, beneath the soft hum of fluorescent lights, a group of scientists prepared for an experiment that would unknowingly brush the edges of the metaphysical. The litter of baby Wharf rats, tiny, fragile creatureswere carefully placed into a vat of water. Their small limbs paddled frantically, tiny ripples spreading outward as if… Continue reading The ripple of hope

It began on a quiet night, the kind where even the wind hesitated, and the world seemed to hold its breath. The attic smelled of aged wood and forgotten memories, laced with a faint trace of lavender from sachets his grandmother had tucked into old trunks. Shadows stretched long and eerie under the glow of… Continue reading The miracle of now

In a field where silence softly sings,And dandelions wear celestial wings,Not seeds, but angels take to flight,Carried on winds of golden light. Each petal borne with whispered grace,A kind soul launched through time and space,Their halos gleam, their spirits swirlGentle messengers around the world. They rise like hope on morning air,A balm for hearts weighed… Continue reading Whispers of the dandelion sky

In the hush of morning’s amber light,Quinn padded soft on paws of white, Past shadowed walls and whispered floors,To where the old glass held its doors. The mirror hummed a silver gleam,A portal stitched with threads of dream. He stepped in close, heart ticking loud,Tail a soft flag, head slightly bowed. But what he saw… Continue reading Quinn and the mirror kingdom

May 3rd dawned like any other. Sunlight crept through half-closed blinds. Birds sang between yawns. The scent of toast drifted up from the kitchen below. But something felt off. Not wrong exactly. Just tilted. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stumbled toward the mirror above his dresser. That was when he saw it.… Continue reading The mirror knows

She held him close when time stood still,A breath, a yawn, a cry, a thrill.Tiny fingers curled in sleep,Moments sowed in silence deep. But children grow as seasons turn,With every step, new lessons burn.His laughter danced across the floor,While she stood quietly at the door. She smiled, but oh her heart would ache,For every leap… Continue reading The tears she tried to hide