Stories

A Soul’s Morning Prayer There’s a hush just before morning breaks, a tender silence where the veil between heaven and earth thins. The world hasn’t quite awakened, and neither have you. The room is still cloaked in shadows, the sheets warm with the softness of night’s last embrace. And in that moment, when eyelids flutter… Continue reading Before I do

Deep within the sanctuary of their shared, cocooned existence, two nascent lives stirred, their thoughts intertwined in ways beyond words. Their world pulsed with a steady rhythm—their connection to something vast and unseen. “Do you feel it?” one asked, in the silent language of unborn souls. “That pulse, that rhythm, like a melody calling from… Continue reading Do you feel it?

The old nursing home sat on the edge of a wooded hill where the wind carried the scent of pine and yesterday. Its shutters creaked like they remembered better days, and the front porch held stories no one had spoken aloud in years. Inside, the rooms were quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of slippers,… Continue reading Toby, the listener of forgotten lives

The dock groaned softly beneath their weight, its weathered boards warmed by the breath of the sun. Four small bodies sprawled out like a patchwork quilt, knees bent, elbows propped, hearts wide open. The air was thick with the perfume of lake water and wild grass, humming with the lazy song of dragonflies and the… Continue reading The dock of discovery

Tommy’s mother had always been cautious, but today she found herself in a bit of a bind. She needed to make a quick phone call and there was no one around to watch her son. She spotted an older man sitting on a bench with a walker beside him. He had kind eyes and a… Continue reading I do that too

The emergency department never sleeps. It hums. It screams. It pulses with urgency, fluorescent lights buzz like hornets, monitors beep in dissonant rhythms, and every hallway holds the echo of some heartbreak, some miracle, or both. The air smells of antiseptic, coffee gone cold, and something deeper: burnout masked in perfume and professionalism. And then…… Continue reading “Where the Love Goes When the Lights Are Too Bright”

The sun rose gently through the trees, casting long golden streaks across the wooden porch. A cool breeze carried the scent of damp earth and pine. Inside the small country house, the coffee pot hissed quietly while birds sang their morning hymns outside the window. On the porch sat a man in his seventies with… Continue reading The heart that found its way home

A Modern Day Empath In a city stitched together by concrete veins and neon hearts, where horns shouted and screens blinked like restless eyes, there lived a woman named Elia. She didn’t stand out, not at first glance. She wore old canvas sneakers that seemed to know every sidewalk crack, jeans faded by time and… Continue reading The one the animals noticed