An adaptation taken from the lyrics of Queens Bohemian Rhapsody. Enjoy.
My skin ached from the stabbing of the wind as I sat down; the paint rust chipped off the seat and fell to the floor. 932 more words
Recently, I have come across an idea by a theologian (Fowler) suggesting that in one’s quest for faith, there are different stages that we go through. 4,120 more words