Finding Tomorrow Finding TomorrowFinding Tomorrow by ~gen50
Do we all go on a journey to find tomorrow? Or do some of us, like idiots or straw men simply wait for tomorrow to become today? Or were some of us lucky enough to know what tomorrow would be like early yesterday?
Which one are you?
Are you like me?
I am one of those who belong to none of those categories, having had much of my tomorrows dictated by this body. I was one of those who should have disappeared ages ago, except I was lucky enough to be much loved, and those people fought to have me stay, for however long I could stay. But they're gone now, those people who fought
Epistle to God 30 June 2006Epistle to God by ~gen50
Friday evening, at home
2330H
Dear God,
As soon as Christian told me about Jas's topic about religious, I had, as You knew, started writing things in my head. As usual I started with an essay, and attempted a story, got so far as thinking of writing about that day when my world, as I knew it, came crashing down. But all that seemed small and petty, and finally another epistolary. While they do not believe in You, I do, and this my letter of Thank You to You.
I wish to thank You for all the beautiful things in my life. Things and Times when
I drive? He drives. They drive I drive? He drives. They drive?I drive? He drives. They drive by ~gen50
Real driving requires skill and expertise. It is the amalgamation of vision acuity, reflex speed, and decisiveness. Most people just get the car moving, and getting to their destination through sheer luck or sheer determination.
I should know. I get to places that way. Through sheer determination, more than luck. But I do not drive. I have a license, and own a car, with beat-up exteriors and pristine interiors, and a motor that beats a brand new car. The exterior is beat up because my cats think that it's a wonderful place to rest, the moto
Love in Unexpected Places *** at the beachLove in Unexpected Places by ~gen50
The sun was beautiful, casting diamond lights on the black sands and yet, beating down on two young women, tall for their age and exceeding pleasant to look at. Both were from Catholic schools in the Metropolis, enjoying a week-long visit to a friend's beachfront home.
Both had black shiny hair, Marissa's head of hair was cut short, and Genny had long hair, brushed straight pass her shoulder blades. Both were merry, and picking at gewgaws on the beach.
"Hey, Mary's waving," yelled Marissa and looking persuasively at Genny, "Let's go to her restaurant and get something to eat! Let's drink at least!"
When her compan
Tired 
Sta.sh
thought i'd try.
Do I know you? Would be nice to know you.