Sanctuary Within Sanctuary by nounou22, literature
Literature
Sanctuary Within Sanctuary
He is a boy of 14, he's sometimes stubborn but eventually obeys his father.
Every sunday, he reluctantly goes to his family church with his parents after long complains, his mother usually split up with them and goes with a friend and meet up inside the church.
On the way, most villagers are seen walking , his father salute his friends and neighbors but once his eyes receive the presence of the most religious family in the village-parents and their son and daughter-walking toward prayer, he immediatly look at his son and ask with louder that necessary voice: "why do you dislike going to church, my boy?"
the little boy answers without tryin
-Two men found themselves in a hard situation, they're standing face to face, both holding a weapon, each have a gun against the other's fronthead, only one can come out alive, a decision have to be made, they won't die both and only one will last, is it the quickest?
Or maybe the righteous one? But who is the righteous one?
One is a poor man who stole some food for his sick daughter, if he doesn't feed her she'll die soon.
The other is a dutiful policeman-he protect people from aggressors and help them regain what's theirs-on his last chance to catch the thief or he'll be fired.
If the poor man dies, his daughter will die and if the poli
It's the landscape that my eyes are used to see every day, but looking at it this time felt bizarrely different, I'm more aware of its beauty that usual, its natural radiation is attracting my sight and its presence is stunning, I never noticed it before, even during my honeymoon or while sitting next to my wife Sylvia, I walked with steady steps while feeling hungry, my dear Sylvia must be preparing something delicious for me at home, I crossed the woods in anticipation.
When I reached my huge wooden home I saw Sylvia hanging wet clothes outdoors, we greeted each other and I kissed her pregnant belly and felt it, trying to catch even a sligh
I lay on my bed as I feel gratefulness toward you.
My always loving and warm.
My inseparable pillow.
Your never ending overwhelming protection.
Your 24 day night presence.
Whether I'm tired of standing or walking.
You're there for me.
Even if I just want to sit in front of the TV or the PC.
You're there for me.
You never disappoint or betray me.
Whenever I call you you always answer.
You're the knight who rush to rescue his king.
You gently envelop my cold bones with no prejudice.
On those hard cold chairs,you give me a glimpse of what warmth means.
I know you're mainly made of fat which most people hate.
But I don't, I'm actua
Sanctuary Within Sanctuary by nounou22, literature
Literature
Sanctuary Within Sanctuary
He is a boy of 14, he's sometimes stubborn but eventually obeys his father.
Every sunday, he reluctantly goes to his family church with his parents after long complains, his mother usually split up with them and goes with a friend and meet up inside the church.
On the way, most villagers are seen walking , his father salute his friends and neighbors but once his eyes receive the presence of the most religious family in the village-parents and their son and daughter-walking toward prayer, he immediatly look at his son and ask with louder that necessary voice: "why do you dislike going to church, my boy?"
the little boy answers without tryin
-Two men found themselves in a hard situation, they're standing face to face, both holding a weapon, each have a gun against the other's fronthead, only one can come out alive, a decision have to be made, they won't die both and only one will last, is it the quickest?
Or maybe the righteous one? But who is the righteous one?
One is a poor man who stole some food for his sick daughter, if he doesn't feed her she'll die soon.
The other is a dutiful policeman-he protect people from aggressors and help them regain what's theirs-on his last chance to catch the thief or he'll be fired.
If the poor man dies, his daughter will die and if the poli
It's the landscape that my eyes are used to see every day, but looking at it this time felt bizarrely different, I'm more aware of its beauty that usual, its natural radiation is attracting my sight and its presence is stunning, I never noticed it before, even during my honeymoon or while sitting next to my wife Sylvia, I walked with steady steps while feeling hungry, my dear Sylvia must be preparing something delicious for me at home, I crossed the woods in anticipation.
When I reached my huge wooden home I saw Sylvia hanging wet clothes outdoors, we greeted each other and I kissed her pregnant belly and felt it, trying to catch even a sligh
I lay on my bed as I feel gratefulness toward you.
My always loving and warm.
My inseparable pillow.
Your never ending overwhelming protection.
Your 24 day night presence.
Whether I'm tired of standing or walking.
You're there for me.
Even if I just want to sit in front of the TV or the PC.
You're there for me.
You never disappoint or betray me.
Whenever I call you you always answer.
You're the knight who rush to rescue his king.
You gently envelop my cold bones with no prejudice.
On those hard cold chairs,you give me a glimpse of what warmth means.
I know you're mainly made of fat which most people hate.
But I don't, I'm actua