Tag: Mark Edgemon

There was once a little boy who dreamed of sailing around the world. He shared his dream with his mother and father, his teachers and schoolmates, his minister and his friends. But instead of embracing his dreams and encouraging him to follow his heart's desire, they made fun of him, laughed at him and belittled his vision. "You will never sail around the world," his father scoffed. "When you are of age, I will...

There was a normal looking girl who wanted to be beautiful. She was beautiful in a way with her light brown hair, fresh natural face and a pleasant smile. But she was jealous of other girls, who looked more glamorous, and she decided to find ways of making herself more beautiful. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never look more attractive and this reality caused her great sadness and disappointment...

Dr. Don Haberdey wanted success more than anything. That's why he became a doctor. He would do anything to afford the outward show of prosperity. It wasn't the wealth he wanted ... it was the respect. As he was growing up, his father would belittle and berate him, crushing his self-image, causing him to feel awkward and to stutter, which increased his father's embarrassment. Throughout college he studied hard to make good grades so he could show his father that he had worth. But his father...

Welcome to the world of Art. From the time Art was born his parents knew he was destined for great things. He was inspired all of his life by the artistic achievements of the great artists throughout time. As a child in school, he would look at pictures of paintings and sculptures and imagined himself taking bows and receiving awards for great works and masterpieces he would create. But alas, he would always put off creating...

As the queen walked the halls of her private chambers, she could see a shadow of a person moving about inside her bedroom. The shadow flickered on the walls reflected by the roaring fire from the fireplace and the dimly lit lamps that decorated her room. Someone was in her private quarters without permission, which is considered a high crime in England. Now at age 81, the queen knew she should notify the palace guards of the intruder's presence. But for some reason...

Are our dreams the conscience reality of others or are we living the dreams of an even greater conscience mind? I have explored the dimensions of dreams for the last three years for I see dreams, not as expressions of one's subconscious, but a portal to changing our reality. My name is Adrienne D'Angelis. I have been interested in dreams ever since an incident changed my life and the lives of others around me.

The Hembly brothers, Brat and Sineoff were inventors. Inventing was all they ever wanted to do. They worked around the clock, everyday on whatever the current invention was, until they completed it and sold it to the public. They were very successful. The only problem was ... they hated to interact with people. Except for going to the market to buy food or supplies for their inventing, they never had to. Thank God, because it was like pulling teeth for them.

My name is Sam. I live a couple of blocks from my favorite Chinese restaurant, Asian Buffet. They have everything there, over two hundred items. You can't beat it for just $6.50 plus drink and tip. When they're busy, I usually wait in the lobby, occasionally looking at their aquarium, filled with all types of colorful, exotic fishes. One afternoon, as I was looking in the tank, one in particular came up to the glass and stared at me.

Jake was looking forward to the semi-annual church deer hunt a week from Saturday. He was planning to take his 12-year-old son Bo and teach him how to stalk and kill a deer as a right of passage to becoming a man. He wanted to show him how to look into the deer's eyes and see the fear right before the kill. This was an experience he had been waiting to share with his son, like his father before him had shared this same experience with Jake.

In the bowels of the castle dark, worked a master of iron and steel, who forged armour and weapons, toiling day and night, providing the finest weapons in the world for the knights who defended the kingdom. He worked alone, often to the point of exhaustion, to meet the number set by the king. It was a hard job, but he had been doing it for forty years. He was like a father to the knights, who would often talk with him, as they brought their swords and shields for repair.