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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 20)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 20)

Falling In Love That naturally led to an all-out tug of war between us, until my mama demanded we stopped. Eventually, after much staring and glaring and assuring the parents that we – by which everybody meant mostly me – was fine and that there was no crisis or panicking of some sort happening, my parents went back downstairs, trusting us to keep our talk quiet, and also as my dad demanded, “Safe!” I glared at Maya, “See what you did? Now mama and dad know! I didn’t want them to! Now they’re going to suspect…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 19)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 19)

Here is a blast from the past, such as it was. When I was thirteen, I met a boy. Yes, I know, I make it sound as if I’ve never met a boy before. But truth is, I met a boy I liked, who turned out to be my first crush. Dominic, the boy, he was thirteen too, tall for his age but quite skinny, all gangly limbs and graceless teenage awkwardness of a boy just growing into his body. Kind of like how I was, except I…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 11)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 11)

“Exclusion, girls, and also ‘exclusive’. It can mean ‘to reject’. In this situation, it means that if next time someone here won’t play with you because they are being unfriendly or won’t let anyone in their group or say mean things as reasons not to play with others, then I want to know. Because I won’t have my children being mean and hateful, not here. Do you girls understand me?” I ask them firmly but gently. “Yes, miss.” Two little heads nod in…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 10)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 10)

“Miss Nysa?” A small, shy voice by my elbow breaks my concentration. Cindy and her  best friend, Bianca, both look up at me. Cindy’s long straight hair is pulled away from her face and tied with ribbons in a ponytail, while Bianca’s hair is short enough to let loose in soft tumbles which frames her elfin face. They both have hopeful looks on their faces. “Yes, what is it?” I smile at them.. “Can me and Bibi play saloon?” Cindy asks. “It’s ‘May Bianca…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 9)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 9)

Bin is sniffling more in frustration than pain, whereas Kenneth is sitting in front of Bin sulking. His small arms are crossed defiantly over his chest. There is a forgotten fire-truck between them. Yep, little boys and their toys. Clearly, no one won this battle, I think. I surmise that Kenneth and Bin are not feeling so charitable towards one another just then, thus the small skirmish over who gets to play with the fire-truck. The other children around them…

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 8)

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 8)

OH THE CHILDREN! Another rejection letter. I sigh dejectedly as I put down the letter from a book publisher I contacted a few weeks ago for a possible publishing deal, one in which I held the hope of seeing my book accepted and published through them. But alas…. “Dear Miss So and so, with reference to the above matter, we regret to inform you that your application to publish with us has been rejected… blah-blah-blah….” Not enough research? Not enough interesting material?…

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Love The Sinner, Not The Sin

Love The Sinner, Not The Sin

Love The Sinner John 8:10-11 KJV “When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee? [11] She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.” The sick man by the Bethesda pool, the adulteress caught red-handed, a prostitute, Zaccheus, the publicans and sinners, and the list continues. What do these people…

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Poetry : A Child’s Tears

Poetry : A Child’s Tears

“Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.” Eileen Mayhew When a child cries, the heart leaps so,  The mother, she imagines the pain, Never knowing the babe’s woe, But to gently hold him in her hands.   When a child cries, the world stands still, When all creation pause not on a whim; Does God listen, does He heed, The cries of the innocent reaching Him?   When a child cries and the evil sings, When this wicked man…

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A Rope Long Enough

A Rope Long Enough

Proverbs 11:3 KJV “The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them.” There is a saying, “Give them a rope long enough and they will hang themselves”. This saying means that their own wrong doings or words will incriminate themselves or be their own downfall. It is the same with transgressors in that eventually their transgressions are the cause of their fall. These transgressions are also the evidence used to judge them by…

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Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Lynne S’ Note : This is another meditative poem I wrote many, many years ago. I was going through my old things when I found this little scrapbook which I made when I was a wee child. This was written inside. Truth Or Lie What makes man Lie? Choice or necessity? If Truth be told, will there be understanding or condemnation? Anger or patience? Judgement or forgiveness? Annoyance or compassion? Some Lies are to protect, some are told by choice…

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