Mental Health
The Miracle at Maple Hollow: A Christmas Story of Hope and Giving
The Miracle at Maple Hollow Hello friends, Learn all about The Miracle at Maple Hollow: a Christmas love story. Join Clara and her village on an adventure to embrace the true spirit of giving as they follow a mysterious visitor named Nicholas. A story about the magic of gift-giving amid the holiday season. Chapter 1: In the Snow平特 It was Christmas week, and Maple Hollow, a small village hidden in the mountains, had been covered with snow. Outside, the world was peaceful, the streets lit with glowing lamps and cottages great with twinkling lights. In the center of the village stood a great fir, its towering branches bedecked with ornaments created by the townsfolk; that was Maple Hollow’s pride. The tree had always been the focus of the town’s Christmas Eve celebration.
By Kalpesh Vasava2 years ago in Poets
A Brighter Tomorrow
If someone betrays and fails you, please don't resent them. Resenting others only hurts you. You just need to stop giving, and life will punish them. Cause and effect are reincarnated; no one will be spared by heaven. Just be kind and leave the rest to time.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Karma
I had a dream about the both of you last night I always dream of you as still being little girls, needing the care and comfort of their mother. Still needing to be cradled in my arms. I think I understand why my subconscious chose to keep seeing you that way. Because at that time, you still needed me. But you're not so little, neither of you are. Last night was the first night I dreamt of you at the ages that you are now. Not yet adults, but very much grown. I see now why I was scared of that. The dream turned to a nightmare fast. Little RoseBud, still in your teens. But you had a boyfriend, one who I saw from the start was toxic. But you loved him, and he said he loved you. I asked you to spend time with me, You said you didn't want to. It was a shot to the heart, but something I deserved. So I tried to ask my little butterfly, and this is what I heard. She wanted to stay with you, and I couldn't blame her, you were her caretaker, and now she is a protector. The Grandpa of the boy was there, he seemed very sad. He handed me a walkie talkie And said “In case things go bad.” I was confused at first, until he told the boy his court hearing was coming too soon, it was for murder, of course. Who he murdered, I don't know. Why he murdered them was a mystery. All I know is I felt you were unsafe, but your life no longer belonged to me. I hope and I pray, that you will be okay. As I stand by a bystander to my karma, and its cruel fate.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
