In The Beginning
Other - - Posted on June, 30 at 3:52 pm
“Begin Your Work With This Line”
The sun rose high above the snow covered mountains.
A full moon dominated the skyline, though it wasn’t quite dark.
The power of ancient wisdoms drifted on the evening mists.
Shannon followed the path through the forest as she had done a hundred times before.
It seemed a thousand people gathered around to hear the old man tell his story.
An eerie mist floated across the pond’s surface.
Andrew walked along the cemetery paths in silence, looking for his mother’s family name.
The air seemed heavy with the scent of roses.
Angry shouts were heard coming from the captain’s chambers.
Queen Ladocia gathered her guards in preparation for the coming war.
The valley seemed to come alive as the essence of spring wrapped it in her seasonal embrace.
Peter walked along the fading path, remembering days long gone.
A car drove slowly past the Johnson’s house.
The cold winds heralded in the raging storm.
A faint mist floated just above the treetops.
The night air rang with the songs of spring.
The sun beat down on the lost travelers.
Bethany drove down the highway, knowing what lie ahead.
I thought the upcoming week would be long and tedious, until he walked around the corner.
A light morning rain caressed the arid landscape.
A lone feather floated down as though the angels were passing by.
The sound of crying woke her from her nap.
Once again, David had to watch someone else win the award.
The rain poured down as she kissed him good-bye.
As the alarm clock sounded in the background, Rachel’s mind raced back to the night before.
A single cloud drifted past the moon as the wind began to pick up.
He was a man on a mission, that early June morning.
A warm breeze blew through the bedroom windows.
As the snow fell, I could swear that I heard sleighbells.
I’d walked several blocks when I heard the woman scream.
Though yesterday was gone, we still had to face tomorrow.
Of all the stories about the card in the photo album, Grandma’s was the best.
A solitary gust of wind ripped the apple from the tree.
The path seemed greener than normal.
I walked through the park, past a slender man with crooked fingers.
The bedroom floor was strewn with mismatched outfits.
The morning glories were just beginning to close in the afternoon heat.
The dead silence of the night pulled me from sleep.
I knew it was going to be a fun summer when I saw him walk across the parade grounds.
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