Writing Exercise…

Do you believe in angels? Do you think that such heavenly beings exist or are your beliefs rooted in what you can see and touch? Do you think that you have your own personal guardian angel who watches over and protects you? Have you ever had a near death experience? Has something ever happened to you that you can’t possibly explain? Have you ever seen an angel? What did it look like? Was it dressed in plain clothes or did it look like a heavenly being?

Use these questions as today’s writing prompt! Even if you don’t think that angels surround us, write a short story about someone who does and why they believe in them. Or write about why you don’t believe in them…this topic could go further and further down the rabbit hole! The possibilities are endless for a great story!

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Finish The Story…Writing Prompt

Finish the story and submit it to us…we’ll choose our favourite and it will be featured on our website with your name and pic! Good Luck!

Even though I was surrounded by the immense beauty of this place, I felt violated, ugly and insecure. The contrast of being in such a religious place and having something so wrong happen to me was more than I could bear. Surely people practice what they preach here….Don’t they? I began to cry; tears of frustration fell over me and I’ve never felt more alone in the world than at this very second. An old man placed his hand on my shoulder and his translator told me what he was saying, “Why do you cry?” he asked gently.  I was wary to answer but told him the truth, that I had been robbed of everything I had. He looked at me with a smile, “This is the most important lesson to learn; Until we practice good in our lives, our world will continue to be at war, brothers will continue to kill their brothers, mothers will continue to forsake their children, people will continue to steal and cheat and lie.” “But this is what our purpose is- to spread the word that it can get better; I am not anti-war, I am pro-peace.” In that second I felt a wave wash over my soul that I cannot explain. I looked at the old man’s wrinkled skin and into his warm brown eyes. We were connected by his words, by his heart and by his spirit of love.

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