Interlude

The Bridge Between Heartbeats
She discovered a place between two heartbeats where time paused. In that stillness, she met the version of herself she always feared and always needed. When she breathed again, she felt whole.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Cloud That Refused to Rain
A single dark cloud hovered over a drought-stricken village, trembling but refusing to break. People cursed it until they learned the truth: if it rained then, the cracked earth would shatter. So they softened the soil, and only then did the cloud let go. Sometimes restraint is the purest form of care.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
Goeiemorgend, Luister Naar De Draaien
Introduction I found this beautiful image on Debbie's Magical Brew below. I thought Goeiemorgend was the artist and "Luister naar de kraaien" was the name of the painting, but Goeiemorgend means "Good Morning" and "Luister naar de kraaien" means Listen To The Crows.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Chapters
The Child of Two Shadows
She glowed softly, belonging to both.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Cartographer of Dreams
Each chart leads someone home.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Garden Between Seconds
Lovers age only when they leave.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Letters in the Wind
Every autumn, the wind in Valehaven carried scraps of paper through the streets. No one knew where they came from. Some were love letters, others goodbyes, others pleas.
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Music Box That Played Memories
In a dusty antique shop in Vienna, a woman found a small silver music box with no key. The owner warned her: “It doesn’t play songs. It plays people.”
By GoldenSpeech11 months ago in Chapters
The Man, The Mountain, and The Climb
". . .He keeps climbing because stopping would mean surrendering everything he has built, every promise he swore to keep. The air thins as he ascends, and though he’s given everything—strength, time, conviction—the mountain gives little back. Once, it felt sacred to climb.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast12 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Interlude | Part V of VI | Business Travel Journals
After the explosion in the mailroom left me with minor injuries, I saw an unexpected opportunity to escape my role as a mail clerk. With boldness and a touch of mischief, I inquired about a reassignment—one that would take me far beyond the confines of the mailroom in the dungeon at the Department.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a year ago in Chapters
Love After Liberation: A Journey of Trust, Wholeness & Second Chances
I thought love was lost in the ashes. I thought joy had been swallowed by grief. The wreckage of yesterday felt final, and I braced myself for a life lived half-full.
By Yvey Essenabout a year ago in Chapters
Today Is World Smile Day
Introduction Today I am going to Inverness for a birthday weekend with Fiona, so I got up at 4:30 AM (I did go to bed early), and it is a five-hour journey up north, though when I go to Orkney, it will be a longer journey, including either ferries or flights.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Chapters