Annelise Lords
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Annelise Lords writes short, inspiring, motivating, and thought-provoking stories that target and heal the heart. She has added fashion designer to her name. Check out https://www.redbubble.com/people/AnneliseLords/shop?asc=u
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Positivity Rewards — Negativity Punishes
Our ability to understand life, living, and our environment is power for some and a gift for others. That ability grant some of us the power to live the life we want and not the one Fate and Destiny dish out for us. We get more control of our lives too. Life has weird ways of forcing us to see ourselves in others, thus teaching us valuable lessons. For us to see ourselves outside of our bodies, our awareness must be turned up, way up.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Motivation
Do You Sometimes Feel As If You Are A Reincarnation?
In a conversation with someone about life and death, he said, “when a good heart dies, the goodness of their soul is reborn in someone else, allowing kindness and love to continue growing and saving our world from some level of cruelty.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Futurism
Fear In A Box
"I am tired of life," Stacy complained to her support group of three long-time friends as they enjoyed their weekly dinner at The Food Place. An inviting and comfortable family-owned restaurant a few miles from their hometown. Which served tasty and soulful meals.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
When Friendship Became A Competition
“Answer your phone please,” Maxine urged Kyra while they enjoyed their lunch at their favorite diner. Kyra’s eyes swayed towards her, then her phone on the table to her right, then back at her and said into the phone, “hello Peaches.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Humans
Happiness Vs. Success
James Elliot, a reporter for the National Globe, teased Charles Goodwin while interviewing him, “you are successful, wealthy, and smart, yet none of your four children have followed in your footsteps. Why not? It doesn’t bother you that you have no heirs to take over your life’s work when you die? Everything that you have created, where will it go?”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
My Enemies Are Blind People
Jona Wells’s bestseller, ‘My Enemies Are Blind People,’ was too expensive for nineteen-year-old Lorie Malcolm to purchase immediately. So, she planned on saving her tips from her part-time waitress job to buy her copy. She was hoping to get it autographed shortly.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Motivation
Protected By Death
"Finally," Catherine Dawson said to herself as the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) train to Farmingdale she was on announced her stop. Minutes later, the train stopped at the right stop, and the door opened. Pulling a small Ziplite Lime-green Samsonite suitcase behind her, relief etched on her face. She eases towards the exit.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Does Being Creative Makes Me Weird?
The actions of humans make creative people feel as if their gift, talent, and credible ability are life sentences. Many are treated horribly and rejected while alive and accepted after death. Maybe that’s why many of them commit suicide.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Styled
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 21
It's too early to say." "What do you make of the florist's story? I am viewing it right now." "It doesn't make sense, does it?" Sgt. Booker explained. "A woman comes in with a Diamond to identify a flower. She hands it to Juan, and he goes up in spontaneous combustion! Sounds like science fiction to me. Diamonds will send you to the poor house, buying them, I mean, but they sure don't start fires or kill people."
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Could The Rise in RSV Cases Be Germs Demanding Balance?
Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) has always been around, but in our Post COVID 19 era, it has taken a dangerous push forward. It is rising in children and adults with lung respiratory problems and compromised immune systems.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Humans
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 20
"He's one of us." I swayed back to Mr. Willoby, vitriol dripping from every word. "How did the fire start?" I questioned again. Shifting my gaze quickly from Willoby to Special Agent Wells, searching for any hidden agenda between them. I was hoping too that they couldn't sense my increased pulse. The memory of Juan and the fire the diamond in my possession had started were rupturing something inside me.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
