Author's e-books - death. Page - 12
She's loved, she's hated. But as the Ultimate Assassin, what else can you expect? But will Someone go crazy and take it too far. Will Lasie live long enough to tell the tale of the Final Assassination?
"A friend's last favor is something to pay closely attention to. I cried out to God for I knew my promise would be kept." A basic paraphrase of "The Cremation of Sam McGee".
The form of this poem is like this: i start with a 1 word line, there are three letters in the word ONE. the next is TWO, so that's 4 letters. Three is fivem six is three, and... you get the idea!
Today was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 94, and knowing him, still enjoying life to its fullest. After hearing one of his favorite songs on the radio, my mind drifted back to a conversation we had just before Alzheimer's took control of that dear, sweet man. Come sit with me by the old swimming hole, as I revisit that summer of 1997 in this soliloquy, of sorts.
Just Writings is mostly about what i'm thinkin bout or what i'm feeling. Ocasionally there will be something that came to mind just randomly.-Johnathan Adams-
Recently widowed, Vera Bradshaw finds herself going through the motions of life with the painful memory of her husband's death at the forefront of her thoughts. Every moment, every breath is tinged with Jesse's presence and she does not know how to find peace. In a moment of desperation, she finds that she can see him on certain nights in a place that is exclusively special to them.
She's loved, she's hated. But as the Ultimate Assassin, what else can you expect? But will Someone go crazy and take it too far. Will Lasie live long enough to tell the tale of the Final Assassination?
"A friend's last favor is something to pay closely attention to. I cried out to God for I knew my promise would be kept." A basic paraphrase of "The Cremation of Sam McGee".
The form of this poem is like this: i start with a 1 word line, there are three letters in the word ONE. the next is TWO, so that's 4 letters. Three is fivem six is three, and... you get the idea!
Today was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 94, and knowing him, still enjoying life to its fullest. After hearing one of his favorite songs on the radio, my mind drifted back to a conversation we had just before Alzheimer's took control of that dear, sweet man. Come sit with me by the old swimming hole, as I revisit that summer of 1997 in this soliloquy, of sorts.
Just Writings is mostly about what i'm thinkin bout or what i'm feeling. Ocasionally there will be something that came to mind just randomly.-Johnathan Adams-
Recently widowed, Vera Bradshaw finds herself going through the motions of life with the painful memory of her husband's death at the forefront of her thoughts. Every moment, every breath is tinged with Jesse's presence and she does not know how to find peace. In a moment of desperation, she finds that she can see him on certain nights in a place that is exclusively special to them.