Softly from the silence came an inner voice with a simple question, “What’s next?”
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...