Scardey Cat
The undead are not frightening; they amble around, moaning for brainsssss, while anyone with half a leg can just jump out of the way.
The undead are not frightening; they amble around, moaning for brainsssss, while anyone with half a leg can just jump out of the way.
On the way out of the house, the thief’s bleeding hand had grabbed my Bible from where it lay on the floor. There’s a story inside it, one that I hope they read.
I am learning to see God as my portion, but will I ever understand a life without air? The Lord’s favor is not an idyllic future, but a constant and inevitable, ineffable reality.
It’s for this reason, I think, that horror movies are so difficult to judge. How do you rate something that’s highest purpose is to make you double-check your closet at night, or think about leaving a light on?
The world became bigger. I keep asking, where do I build my life? Around a job or career? Passions, in general? A girl? How much do you sacrifice for someone, and at what point?
Perfect Ten, but every time this person talks, a stream of bubbles comes out of his or her mouth. Perfect Ten, but everywhere he/she goes, there is a possum within ten feet.
I can’t lump the car crash victim with an accidental pain killer addiction into the same category as a heroin junkie who pawns stolen TVs and old women’s jewelry.
I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that my faith has been saved by re-welcoming my imagination, integrating my creative and intellectual sides.