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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
Saturday, February 13, 2016 The prompt is create a convincing story about how the holiday came about.   *snow*Valentine leaned his fevered head against the bars. The nail wounds in his hands were infected. The cold metal in the bars relieved his fever. In spite of the pain he scratched a cross in the wall, with the nail left behind after the torture. Next, he scratched his name beside the cross.  Bohdrey traced his fingers over the writing scratched into the cell wall. “What does it mean to be a Christian that suffers just for believing in Jesus, who wanted to save people from following wrong teachings about God?” “Well, it’s something like that,” responded his companion. “ Now, it’s more about commercialism of a name, valentine’s and Jesus. A pope commercialized Valentine. His purpose was to create a larger congregation. Now that the name is commercialized it has lost its original meaning. I suggest the meaning lies with what he was experiencing when he scratched the name into the wall.” “Don’t both names stand for love now.” Bohdrey stood up and walked along beside his companion as they exited the cell down a long hallway, into the sunshiny courtyard. “Sometimes, sometimes it just stands for how any one person puts a twist on it.”   |
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