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I was driving home late one night. It was foggy and cold from hours of rain and snow. My 1 year old daughter was sleeping in her car seat and my wife in the passenger seat. It was Christmas day and we were 50 miles into a 100 mile drive all the way home. The car was slightly warm and the windows were fogged up, the trunk full of presents received by both sides of the family. But this didn't seem like an ordinary Christmas night, something was off. Ever since we drove down this one intersection their have been no cars any where around. 'Hm. Weird,' I thought. Normally on Christmas Day you would expect cars everywhere. But not this night... No

I found it, I found it even when I had lost hope, I found it even when I knew it wouldn't end well. Hope for it was gone, Almost, Only the smallest speck was left, Buried deep within the dark self and lost heart. How you managed to make it grow, From a bland seed to a wild and vibrant tree, Will always be a mystery. You feed me with slight words and images, But the thought of finding it has kept me full, And I know just maybe, You'll let me starve. You found it, You found it when the odds were against you, You found it even when it was forbidden. I was enough to pull you back into it's world, Enough to convince you that you still had it

There, the small speck of wonder then flew around. To his eyes it was only a small dust-ball simply floating around. When he went to swat it away from him the ball glowed. In fact it shined and grew larger, enough to fit in his hand. It stopped flying and then ever so gently sank down into the air above him. The glowing wonder fell softly on the wrinkly page he was reading. His presence seemed unable to move, frozen-like. Something about it made his eyes lock into contact with it. Uncertainty and somewhat fear and curiosity began to fill him, but of this he was unclear of. Emotions like that never really quite inhabited him before. Then the l

She looked at the ground and the stone that rested above it. Her hands softly touched the wording that was engraved on the stone. Then she touched the ground. It may have been awhile since it was dug into, but to her it was only yesterday. Only a freshly dug grave where two freshly spirit-abandoned bodies lay, all in a freshly made casket. An unborn life and a man that helped her make it lay there. Her fingers touched a locket the hung loosely around her but was held tightly to her heart. A gift from the very man that resided in the ground with their offspring. When she opened the locket she read what was written inside. "Surrender to what i

Slowly he heard it being winded up again. One...two..three times did it creak. A soft, sweet melody began to play. The man stepped away from it, never breaking eye contact. And ever so slowly did a figure emerge from the box. A happy little figure danced round before him. And just before he could sigh out relief, the music stopped. So did the dancer. Drops of blood began to fall on the delighted, frozen dancer from above. He held his breath and looked up. And when he did, the music box slammed shut. When he adverted his gaze back to the now closed music box, he heard something drop from the ceiling behind him. In the darkness of the attic di

I hope you smiled when you entered his kingdom, But I also hope that you remembered us. I hope that your are in peace, Because he is your Shepard and you are one of his sheep. You are remembered for great things, A great son, A kind friend, A loving husband, A caring father, A amazing grandfather, A wonderful great-grand father, And a truly special person whom this world could never forget. I hope that you watch over us, Because I know we were who you loved. I hope he walked by your side when you were sickly or in pain, Because I know to us he will do the same. You taught me things when you went home, How it feels to be washed with depre

Stuck in the globe that holds me dearly, Does not permit me to leave its cold glass surface. I am stuck here, I am nothing. Shaken constantly against my will, Collecting dust if not given any attention. I am lonely, I am what is in the snow globe.

I'm very cold and lonely, like always. I have been stuck here for so many years I have done lost count. I walk the cold cement ground, my toes aching with frost bite. I look at the ground and saw nothing, just scatters pieces of who I am, or at least who I was. My remains remind me of that awful time. I sighed thinking about it again; I wished someone could have heard my screams and pleas. But when I was screaming no one could hear. I felt so ashamed; so terrified. I trusted someone I thought was everything to me because without them I felt like nothing. I thought I couldn't live without them; I guess I see now who's living now. No one will

These woods are dark, The surface is so solid and so thick, Never letting any light surpass them. These woods are cold, The temperature drops and drops but no snow ever falls, The touch of the bark making them seem like ice. These woods are foggy, The smoke that erupts from the ground, Makes it seem like your stuck here forever. These woods are beautiful, The leaves blow with the wind, Holding hands and making dancing colors across the sky. These woods are kind, Always helping you find your way, Whether you're lost or not. These woods are home, Home to not only wild plants and animals, But home to me and my family.