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The child sat on her cement front porch, drawing a picture of a deceased relative. Her movements were synchronized, a true case for natural and precise hand eye coordination. Like the strings on a puppet, partial movement in her eyes meant partial movement with her hand. As her eyes followed the contours of a nose, she scribed the form in machine-like precision. Although she was not far along, her talent was unmistakable and remarkable for a girl of thirteen She always started with the eyes a...

"If I Die, Tell Them All I Saw It Coming" Part One of Three "You have to have at least two rivers experience before we allow anyone to ride these rapids. This is not a joke, these rapids are extremely dangerous. Everyone raise your hand if you qualify," said the guide, eying the room. The rest of the group raises their hands and I look at John as he arches an eyebrow. My pastor, encouraging me to lie. I can't help but laugh. I love it; when people do something and don't understand the irony. ...

They laid flat on their backs, coated in the dewy sweat of an after-dinner afterglow. Their light came from a single scented candle, flickering and moving to the breeze of the clicking ceiling fan. They stared at the dancing shadows on the ceiling. There was no rush to get dressed and no rush to speak. This was summer and they were in love. His cell buzzed twice on the nightstand before the ringer kicked on. He had methodically assigned ring tones to everyone he knew, divided by four categori...

An adorable child sat on her cement front porch, drawing a picture of a deceased relative. Her movements were synchronized, and a true case for precise hand eye coordination. Like the strings on a puppet, partial movement in her eyes meant partial movement with her hand. As her eyes followed the contours of a nose, her hands drew the contour, in machine-like precision. Although she was not far along, her talent was unmistakable and remarkable for a girl of fourteen. She started with the eyes ...