I thought the samething, go figure..
Great write mom..

Back at yea.

I think there's meds for those feelings

Thank you Ladies

The train whistle screamed.
As it roared through the night,
Its wheels clacked in time.
Dusk settled in on the Eagle Express.
It would soon be the scene of a crime.
Matt Wilson, a despicable cheating poker player,
Was seated alone at the rear of the car.
His eyes met the gaze of a beautiful sight.
He stood up and walked ‘cross the car
Sliding up to this desert rose seated at the bar.
He gave her a smile, tipped his hat,
And said “Evenin’ Ma’am”.
She did not reply.
Her blue eyes teasing him wildly.
He said, “Do you mind if I sit here?
My journey’s a long one.
Would you care to spend time with me?”
Looking away, this vision in white
Smiled ever so slightly.
Then she pointed a pistol at his belly
That was hidin’ on her lap.
Her eyes told him, head for the door.
Matt followed her unspoken instructions.
She walked closely behind
Shovin’ the gun in his back.
They eased through the door.
The platform was narrow.
She turned Matt toward the dim light.
In a smooth, nervous voice he said,
“Dear Madam, how did I offend you?
Did I say something that caused you alarm?”
She responded with firmly clenched teeth,
“My name is Mrs. Constance LaRuge.
My mission tonight is to do you grave harm.
You stole from a man who played poker with you.
You bled him dry of all he possessed.
That man was my husband.
You took what was ours,
The money we needed to build
Our ranch and our dreams.”
Slowly pulling a wallet from his pocket,
Holding it out to Constance he said,
“This money I won fair and square.
Killing me won’t do anything;
Except, send you to the gallows.
Take back these funds that I rightfully won,
And walk away Miss."
Constance reached to take the ill-gotten gains.
He grabbed Constance pulling her close.
Her perfume was the last thing he ever smelled.
The shot caught him under the chin.
This mortal wound brought
Matt to his knees.
His blank gaze stared out into the night.
Then he fell from the train.
Constance quietly went back inside.
She walked through the car without saying a word.
One might say her mission was complete.
The train continued on its journey.
No one ever knew what took place
That night on the
Eagle Express.

...kc
LightVoice..
thank you both

MsT.. thank you!

Thank you J....

Romance is...... "When it comes from the heart"

Wow!! Thank you...
Lilypetal,
pkd1220,
kalunda,
bropoet and
pkh!!!!
I'm amazed by all the love and comments on this, Thank you all again!!

Well done!!!
If this is not your normal style
Go boy, try it for a while....

Ok, I'm gona' be a prick about this, but if this is some one you know and care about you do everything you can to get her out of this situation, whether it be takin' her to your home or to a hospital,etc.
If this is just a "STORY", nice write.

MsT you never fail to amaze me!!

Telegram To Your Heart


I see you from heaven above

Please wipe away your tear

I hear the words you pray

I know you held me so dear

I have no words to explain

The joy your voice brings

It’s like listening

As an angel sings.

I know how much you miss me

I feel your breaking heart.

But through your thoughts and feelings

We're never far apart.

I can't tell you of the splendor

Or the peace in this place.

You can't imagine what it's like

Looking into the Savior’s face?

I'll ask him to light your spirit

and tell him of your love.

So find peace from within

As you lift your eyes above.

Please let your heart

be filled with His love

And let your spirit sing.

For I am now

walking with the King.

Your a good person and friend... Dont do anything Id have to come and kick you AZZZZZZ for!!

Well done my friend!!

I wasnt thiknin' or asking if was written for me.
Me thinks it was meant for someone else on this site...

Well done honey!!

(was this written for anyone special???)

When God Calls Little Children

To dwell with Him above,

We mortals always question

The wisdom of His love.



For no heartache compares

With the death of one small child

Who does so much to make this world

Seem wonderful and mild.



Perhaps God tires of calling

The aged to His fold

And so he picks a rosebud

Before it can grow old.



God knows how much we need them

And so He takes but few

To make the land of heaven

More beautiful to view.



Believing this is difficult,

Still somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows

Will always be goodbye.



So when little ones departs.

We who are left behind

Must realize God loves little children

Angels are hard to find.

(unknow author)