ABC STARS Inspires

It is November 2068, Mr. Davenport just arrived in a small town. He came to visit his cousin Jacobson. It was a long flight. He was weary, no, he felt exhausted.  He told the driver to drop him off at the gates of Jacobson's vast property. He rang the doorbell. No one came to meet him. He rang the doorbell at least more than 20 times. Nothing. He saw that the iron gates were not locked. He opened it. He went inside while carrying his luggage. Then he saw the Manor. The last he had seen it was 10 years ago. Then, he saw the solid bridge. He thought to himself everything seems to be alright. Then, he wondered where could his cousin be? He went straight to the doorstep. Then, he knocked. And, he called out his cousin's name. He patiently waited. After what seemed like eternity Jacobson opened the door. Oh, Richardson, it is you!! How are we today? he added. And he exclaimed it has been a long time. You aged a bit cuz... Richardson re...

Peter's visitor is at it again. It started when the Autumn leaves turned into shimmering spectrum of shades of pastel colors. He noticed the bird when he woke up one morning while sipping his cup of tea, he saw the winged creature flying like a hummingbird by the mirror.  It was amusing the bird thought that the reflection it has seen was that of another. Then, he became somber as he realized that it was on the contrary a stark experience of a friendship. Why? Because from that unforgettable early cold morning the bird kept coming back to visit it's so-called friend. It became all the more endearing as he observed when he came back from Scotland that the bird is still a regular visitor. The bird he admired for the sole reason that though it was not real its' loyalty was sublime. Peter thought to himself. Such loyalty. Quite a splendid friendship. Then, he surmised come to think of it some human friendships though real could not compa...

Tod Trevor sat at the garden of the Saint Anthony Hospital. It was two o' clock. It was scorching hot. And he felt dead deep inside. He told his doctor what happened to him and the only thing that he could recall what Dr. Smith told him was that the things that happened to him were not okay. He remembered the police officer he talked to and he advised him to formally file charges. Tod thought for a moment and heaved a sigh of exhaustion. It's a cruel world indeed and he had to reconcile the fact that it is easier to be out of the picture. His friend from Birmingham told him to pray for Divine Justice. He did just that but he is still going through a lot. Tod looked out to the horizon and saw the sun glancing behind the clouds. He told himself people don't realize that they hurt people and even people whom they love. It was poignant. More so, it was plain sad. Then, he called his twin brother, Ted. Ted answered and asked how he was doing....

They stole everything from me. I was powerless. I had been in transit for too long. I was tired. I did not fight anymore. I was too weak. I just remember praying to God to help me.  Then, they stabbed me. I think that is all I can recall for now. To be continued...

After about 13 milliseconds, he cringed and felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head, then he gasped for breath, and then his vision went blank. He passed out. Three days after, Mr Peter Grespo found himself in the hospital. He opened his eyes and it was blurry. He tried to focus. It was too bright. The smell of the sterile room was of disinfectant products. He glanced at the wall clock, it was three o' clock in the afternoon.  Peter did not know what happened. He had forgotten everything. Well, almost.  The only thing he could remember was there was an accident. Then, the door opened. A nurse came in and cheerfully greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Grespo!"  He asked, "What happened to me?" "Miss Harriet," he added as he read her nameplate. "Someone found you unconscious on the ground, you were stabbed seven times, you lost a lot of blood. We cannot fathom why you survived, really, I guess you are lucky!" she uttered...

Charlie woke up at 4:00 a.m. and then, he quickly went to the mailbox. It was the sixth of February, 1957 and it was cold. He wore a thick jacket and snow boots. He got twenty letters.  One envelope stood out, it seemed like it was written by a child. Charlie, unmarried and who enlisted in the army, became curious and then, he opened that envelope first. He began to read the letter. Dear Dad, Hey Dad! I am your son from the future. My name is Stephen. Someone told me that I have to write you this letter. I have to write you this letter because if I don't then I shall never would had been born. I will never happen. You came home drunk last night. You knocked and I was the only one awake. I am still little so I pushed a chair towards the main door so that I could reach the doorknob. You were so surprised. Well, I have to write you that I needed to be born because I was born to write they said. Now, I had also read the letter you wrote to all ...

You're lucky Peter! It was difficult for me. I saw hell. It was pungent there. And the devils really get to your bones and not just crawl on your skin. But, I'm glad you shared your story. It made me see the other side. The better place. Norma Betty, I tell you it was Him that I saw, God Almighty. He is Pure Light. And, I want to see Him again. One day. photo credit: ЕгорЖуравлёв Blue_component via photopin (license) License: (license)

George Bricklodge saw a red car parked on the side of the road. It was parked right in front of the house he used to live in. He had flashbacks. When he was a young boy he was accidentally hit by a car. His mother prayed that he would wake up and still recognize her. He did wake up. He woke up looking at an aquarium filled with fishes. During his childhood he became uncomfortable with any kind of vehicle. He had carsickness. He always brought with him a passenger discomfort bag. Growing up, he had a fear of crossing streets. Then, it stopped. He saw the red car and examined it. It was a doctor's car.  That fear and other fears went away against all the odds. He felt safe. Mr. Bricklodge died at a young age also without fear of death. His cousin asked, "How did he die?" His uncle told her, "He got hit by a bus while doing his morning exercise. He lost balance while walking on ...

I remember you asking for your photo taken to make her happy. I remember you giving me the things you owned. I remember all the other things. Well, I guess now you know. And, now that you know you understand me a lot better. But, let's forget about those. I followed everything you said. Every detail. Now, all I have to do is wait. photo credit: cyrusoxford Woodstock Barbers 2016 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Will I be okay? Harold's eyes began to well up with tears and flowed down his cheeks. Of course, God made sure of it.  Harold wiped away his tears with his grey sweater and asked the young girl talking to him, who are you? I am from the future. I am Mary, your future granddaughter. At 17 years old, Harold found himself in a hospital after a meltdown. Will I be okay? Yes, you will be. Harold rubbed his eyes and stared at the lovely woman in front of him and asked, who are you? I'm from the future. My name is Dianne, your future wife. Then, at 32 years old, Harold found himself walking out of a mental hospital after the Doctor's approval. Will I be okay? Yup. He saw a six year old boy who held his hand as he was walking towards the car where his brother was waiting, and asking the young boy, who are you? Pops, I'm from the future, I am your seventh son. Harold felt reassured. It was like he was loo...

He left the air-conditioned drugstore with travel medicines. He was new to the city. He wanted to go to nearest beach but the Police Woman she queried about the details was not well-versed. Theodore decided to postpone the trip. As he was walking along the sidewalk at the city center, a young boy carrying his baby brother tapped his forearm. He smiled and took out a new crisp paper bill then handed it to the boy.  Then, he continued walking. After passing the grand Cathedral, he noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk with his bicycle. He halted and asked the man if he were okay. Apparently drunk, the man told him he was just resting. He could not help but laugh because the man was very happy that he asked how he was.  When he bade his farewell, what lingered on his mind was the words of the man. "You are a good friend!" Though both strangers, what resonated in him was a friend in need is a friend indeed. Because Theodore stopped when ot...

It's cold there. Freezing. When you speak a mist goes with each word. I'm an old man. I've known for so long. I had been perennially waiting. Because I knew it's worth the wait. To hold on. Because it's pristine there. I'm blessed because I had a glimpse of it. Take my word for it the opposite of it you don't want to go down there. A friend of mine told me it's scorching and pungent there. They hate each other there. But, there, the one I told you about... It's sheer magnificence. It's sheer gladness. It's pure joy. And, it's pure love. I am going there today. And, I hope you could make it there someday as well. My name is Mr. Snow. I am your Guardian Angel. photo credit: Neil. Moralee Snow Men 6 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Fiction Mister Ibañez is just waiting for his own sundown. His light had been extinguished a long time ago. Like a fallen leaf into the river he is drifting with the rushing and running flow of the waters. After an expansive waterfalls he is now headed to the ocean. His resting place. He had seen one of his last remaining sunsets. His parents are watching over him as he reached the sea. The salty taste of the water reminded him of breakfast. A piece of a baking creation named in the language of Cervantes as pan de sal or a bread made with a dash of salt. It is all where the streams, the brooks and myriad gushes of water lead to... the ocean. In the final analysis, he wanted to meet The Living Water face to Face at last and be enveloped with Grace and Joy. photo credit: classic_film Kevin Costner, Field of Dreams, 1989 via photopin (license) License: (license)

As he looked out the plane window, he heaved a sigh of relief, he missed one important meeting, he mumbled to himself, "It's alright, I'm not perfect." He looked at the plane route, he is almost there, he had forgotten everything.  He dealt with the ghosts of his past. They were all virtually annihilated. He thought of two words. Tabula rasa. The svelte flight attendant whispered to him... "Mister Mac Arthur..." He opened his eyes. He has arrived.  License: (license) photo credit: sullen_snowflakes In viaggio verso la Norvegia. via photopin (license)

At 57 years of age, Himtor, finally, saw his departed father and mother. He saw his father wearing a shiny red garment. And he forgot what his mother was wearing because he kept looking at her face. His mother died quite young. When he, at last, had seen her. Her hair was white as snow. Nonetheless, or a mysterious phenomenon, her face was as radiant as ever. His father led him towards the throne of Our Lady, and Mama Mary gave him a loving embrace. It was perhaps, his most lucky day ever. photo credit: Candida.Performa It's all about love via photopin (license) License: (license)

You just have to keep the Faith. Remember the time when you came home and I accompanied you to that small Chapel? Whatever happens God will find you! And, I am just here. photo credit: classic_film Latina Magazine Cover, Actress Génesis Rodríguez, April 2016 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Grandma looks so elegant, Esperanza exclaimed while  being mesmerized by her picture on the wall. She does, I replied with a nod. But, how was she like, I mean, what was her character like? Well, her heart was full of compassion, hope, love—e legance as you noticed — and she had the best laugh. When she laughed, the room was filled with life. She laughed even to the point of tears. Tears of joy. And, she prayed a lot. You are blessed because you inherited her eyes... photo credit: pom.angers Ronda, Andalusia, Spain via photopin (license) License: (license)