Writers Harbor

Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • A Blip on the Radar (Part 3) “Sunshine “

    A Blip on the Radar Part 3: Sunshine Of all the human beings I have encountered on this planet during the course of my little life, the proud, the humble, the kind, the selfish, the arrogant and the meek, there is one man who occupies a special place in my heart. He was more than…

  • A GENUINE FRIEND

    He was kind and he cared for all his wonderful friends a very special man one of the people I knew my genuine friend often when there were no e-mails from me he asked “Are you an okay? “ I like this friend a lot he had a heart of Gold in today’s world so…

  • Jeremy’s War: Chapter 31 “An Accidental Encounter “

    Ch. 31 AN ACCIDENTAL ENCOUNTER There came a point when he started to feel bloody silly. By the time he had accidentally on purpose trotted past the entrance to her farm three times. This could go on forever. When ever he managed to get away – which was very rare – the chances were poor…

  • Diary (3) – “Dark skies approaching – again “

    Diary (3) Dark skies approaching – again I stand nonchalantly under our front porch, provisionally sheltered from the first onslaught. The Louisiana skies are darkening ominously. A gray and black sheen is appearing in the distance now. It’s unnatural. And so was the eerie silence earlier on. That’s changing now, as the wind has come…

  • A Recipe For Life

    My Recipe For Life A Poem by Debra Stevens Edwards (Debby) A recipe for a good life. My Recipe For Life Start with a fresh positive attitude, Add 3 heaping table spoons of Gratitude, Next 2 cups of pre-softened tolerance, Add a dash of zest and exuberance, Blend gently and throw in some yokes, Add…

  • Tiny Hands

    Tiny Hands Tiny hands Holding tight. Innocent eyes Wide and bright. Dependent on Us For every need. God’s precious gift Love’s very seed. Tender arms Loving touch. Newborn baby Snuggling in. Knowing love As life begins… July 5, 2008 By Debra Edwards

  • Stormy

    [b] [u]Stormy[/u][/b] Stormy skies Wistful eyes. Wind whispers Soft lullabies. Still I Find no reconciliation. Heart feels pain Not jubilation. Just pouring Rain, Thunder pounding. Enhances the hurt Anger abounding. Rage will spike Ready to hide. Confusion despite No peace inside. Could ever begin To make it right. So once again I will stand and…

  • Fourth Of July, 2008

    The Fourth Of July,2008 ( One Woman’s Opinion ) This is the day we celebrate this great Country of Ours. As I look around I see broken dreams and dying flowers. Children alone, hurt or dying, confusing us instead of inspiring. Give them love and teach them how to cope, and the art of forgiving.…

  • Caught by the Warlocks

    CHAPTER ONE The battered clock on the office wall said 9.20am. In 1956 this was unusual as electronic clocks had not yet been invented. Dan lifted two bloodshot eyes from the huge mound of freshly delivered Royal Mail on his desk, threw them into the rubbish bin and made a mental note to have a…

  • Molly Dear

    CHAPTER ONE Gerry lay on the piece of hessian sacking which passed for his bed sheet, head pressed into the goose feather pillow. He listened intently as the strident voice of his stepmother forced its way through his bedroom floorboards from the kitchen below. She was telling lies about him again and he knew what…

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