Richelle E. Goodrich

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

It is darkness that reveals the brightest stars and most ardent wishes.

He gestured at me. __o you like the blanket?__ nodded. __t__ warm.___ made it. Well, actually, I didn__ skin the animal, but I did kill it_.after the others pinned it down. It__ werewolf skin.__y heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.__ slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother__ idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

Gratitude is medicine for a heart devastated by tragedy. _If you can only be thankful for the blue sky, then do so.

It's frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.

It's one thing to give out excellent advice, but quite another to personally swallow it.

It's advice, not a commandment.Don't swallow it whole until you're absolutely sure you've been given good, healthy advice.

Take it one step at a time__narguably wise advice. And yet we all take a running leap, hoping the wind will catch us on its wings and lift us clear to the top of the beanstalk. Those few Jacks who have reached new heights in this manner inevitably wish they had taken more time to prepare for the overbearing giant who greeted them.

Why so eager to jump in and direct someone else's life when you can't stick to your own goals and resolutions?

It's easy to give advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

With the best of intentions you toss me a lifeline. Failing to see how a piece of rope will do me any good, I ignore it and drown.

It's easy to offer advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

Giving advice is like seeing an elephant in someone__ path and suggesting they remove it. Heeding advice requires forcing the elephant to budge. Huge difference.

Most are unaware of their tremendous worth and boundless potential, despite possessing both.

Mystery, why so attractive to me?You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.

A warm feeling fell over the boy. A mix of security and comfort, as if a blanket were wrapping its soft layers around his heart and nuzzling him snuggly. Gavin loved his mother, and he would be forever grateful to his father for protecting her. The whole mystery behind it made him itch with curiosity, however.

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting__dministered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light. It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled. Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears__ dying heart.Abandoned.