True love asks no question of the heart. It knows with surety.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: love true-love richelle richelle-goodrich committment sureness surety
The bitterest hardships, the most daunting trials; none of these are burdens if it means being with you.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: happiness love true-love hardship trials burdens richelle richelle-goodrich
I have lost my spark, I'm told, and should seek to rekindle it. Respecting the messenger, I wonder if this is true. I feel as if my spark endures, but having opened up to the world so bright, perhaps it no longer shines by comparison. So, without a word, I slip back into seclusion to nurture my beautiful inner glow.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: confidence richelle spark richelle-goodrich inner-glow
Why only gaze at the stars? Catch one!
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: dreams stars wishes hopes richelle richelle-goodrich
A dreadful thing one day befell me when a horse came to stand on my toe. Having no power to remove him, I found that I could not go.
An awful thing sometime later befell me when the horse was removed from my toe. Alone and with naught to secure me, I found I was forced to go.
Tag: perspective attitude viewpoint mindset richelle way-of-thinking richelle-goodrich
I am.
I'm here.
I'm me.
You are the mystery.
Tag: self-awareness mystery you me richelle richelle-goodrich
I’ll tell you what,” she said, prepared to make a deal. “Let’s see how your ‘diplomacy’ would profit us. If you can give me a decent solution to a pretend situation, I’ll agree to have you accompany me instead of Shanks. Although, I don’t know how wise it is to leave a Viidun captain on the Kemeniroc in your absence.”
Derian agreed to the test. “Okay, what’s your question?”
She thought hard for a moment; her eyes scrunching in concentration, lips pulled down to one side. Then, as a crooked grin spread across her lips, she set up an imagined scenario.
“Pretend we’re down on the planet with this King Wennergren when he graciously offers to walk us through his cherished garden. While we’re there he begs me to touch his favorite, award-winning flower, hoping my powers will make it thrive and blossom. But for some strange reason it doesn’t respond to me the way plants do on our world. Instead of thriving, the flower withers and dies right before his shocked and furious eyes. Now pretend he’s easily offended and has a horrible temper…”
Derian cut it. “You have no idea what his temperament is like.”
“I know. That’s not the point.” Her eyes scolded him for interrupting. “Just pretend that he becomes outraged by my actions, assuming that I purposefully destroyed his prized plant. The angry king orders both of us to be seized and thrown into his deep, dark, inescapable dungeon. But, somehow we manage to dodge his line of soldiers and run into a nearby congested jungle, hiding beneath the foliage from our determined pursuers.
“Finally, pretend that we trudge along for hours, so deep within the trees that we begin to hear howling in the distance from dangerous, hungry beasts. They seem to sound off all around us. Every now and then we hear weapon’s fire as King Wennergren’s men fend off these wild animals. This only reminds us that the soldiers are still in pursuit. Far, far buried within the dark jungle we spot a clearing and head for it. Unfortunately, once we reach it we come across an entire pack of ferocious animals who begin to stalk us. So we turn around, only to face a line of soldiers from behind, pointing their weapons our direction. We’re surrounded by danger on both sides, Derian! Now, what do you do?”
She looked at him, wide-eyed and expectant.
“Eena, you have a terribly overactive imagination,” he said flatly.
She rolled her eyes, then impatiently asked him again, “Well? What would you do?”
“I’d stop pretending."
She fell back in her chair, groaning. “You’re still not going.”
“Try and stop me,” he dared.
“You know I can,” she reminded him.
He glared at her. “When the time comes, we’ll see.
Tag: richelle richelle-goodrich eena derian
No matter how loud the sirens or how numerous the hazard signs, we all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: success experience learning mistakes failure trying richelle richelle-goodrich
Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: nature morning winter color richelle sunrise richelle-goodrich
I love words. I crave descriptions that overwhelm my imagination with vivid detail. I dwell on phrases that make my heart thrum. I cherish expressions that pierce my emotions and force the tears to spill over. In essence, I long for a writer's soul sealed in ink on the page.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: words reading writing inspirational-quotes stories authors reading-books richelle richelle-goodrich
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