Bits of inspirational writing. Think of this as an online gallery of writing that both inspires and moves you. A collection of favorable words from writers of all different types.
That was the last I ever heard from him. No message, no note. He wasn’t dead in a ditch. (Nobody needs a detective these days; Facebook activity is quite adequate as a paperless trail.) He was just – gone.
I no longer reach for the Facebook icon on my iPhone in the night as one might reach across the bed for a departed partner.
Then, a sudden gust drew my attention upwards to the branches bending and soughing in the wind – the most beautiful ballet I could imagine.