Terence Lisher
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The Last Light
The Last Light – A Story of “Luminous” There was once a village wrapped in quiet hills and thick, whispering woods. It was a place time had mostly forgotten. The world beyond it rushed ahead with noise and invention, but the people of Velden lived slowly, holding onto rhythms older than clocks.
By Terence Lisher6 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Serendipity
The Art of Serendipity Evelyn Carter had always believed in order. Raised in a tidy, quiet house where every calendar was color-coded and no plan went unplanned, she learned early that structure meant safety. Her mother had drilled that idea into her from the beginning: predictability protected you from disappointment.
By Terence Lisher6 months ago in Motivation
The Measure of a True Father
The Measure of a True Father No one really noticed the man with the rough, calloused hands, or the soft, nearly worn-out work boots. He didn’t stand out in a crowd. His face was a little tired, a little weathered, as though each day left its mark. But his eyes brown as the earth and just as steady carried a quiet, unwavering strength.
By Terence Lisher6 months ago in Families
The Whisper of the Willow
There was a willow tree standing at the edge of a quiet village, older than the oldest grandmother’s memory. Its wide canopy spread like a protective embrace, branches sweeping low to the earth as if to comfort every living soul that wandered close. The villagers believed it had been planted long before their ancestors built the first cottages, before the first laughter had echoed through their narrow streets.
By Terence Lisher6 months ago in Fiction
Life of a African boy
Southern Africa was not a place of playgrounds or fairs. It was a place of hard workers, and poor families. It was a place where men rarely learned to be real men, and instead would often abandon their families for the sake of their own freedom. This was the world that Dominick was born into. Until the age of seven, he was a child. A child who had chores, and rules, but a child still. When he was seven, his own father, like many in his community, abandoned the family. Dominick's mother had a small daughter to care for, only a few years younger than Dominick. Though he was still so young, he became the man of the house. He did his best to work and earn an income for his family. He would take any job he could, from sweeping out stores, to stacking boxes, to clearing out trash. Whatever someone would pay him for, he would do. There were other children his age and a bit older who were in a similar position, and they too would work. However for them all there was another temptation staring them in the face. Hard work only earned them so much in an impoverished area. But criminal acts, paid a whole lot better. One by one Dominick watched his young friends succumb to the draw of the criminal life. He would see how easy it was for them to become successful, by any means necessary, and how much easier their lives became with the new wealth they obtained. However, Dominick always instinctively knew that kind of wealth was short lived. He knew that in the end they would be forced to pay for all their crimes, one way or another. He did not give in to the temptation to earn an income in such a way. He just picked up the jobs they left behind. He created a reputation for himself amongst the shop keepers and neighbors, so much so that they would wait specifically for him to offer him a job. They knew that Dominick would do it correctly, and quickly. Dominick managed to earn enough to keep food on the table for his mother and sister.
By Terence Lisher6 years ago in Humans
