Mteresaclayton Stories

We learn so much when the moon can fully eclipse the sun. What does this say about life as a metaphor?

Brothers, Michael and Marky, are taken on a strange journey as they try to find their missing grandfather. Little do they know that something magical is happening and in...

After men have nearly evaporated into the dust, one last effort is made by the Universe to offer them salvation.

Many ways to say goodbye... enter into the cathedral and have a seat on the one of the back pews and observe the story told here. You may come away with another way to s...

https://www.facebook.com/notes/m-teresa-clayton/the-book-my-name-is-metaphor-is-now-for-sale-at-lulucom/10156481172054204/ I have spent years listening to my friends, my...

I'll allow you to see - yourself as the puppet, yourself as the puppeteer, or just an innocent member of the audience, a viewer, unable to move, unable to think, unable...

I hear the rumblings, see the written words of repentant souls, looking for a way to begin again, knowing that will never be. So, they search for salvation in confession...

what does a man do when he feels and hears the woman he loved and lossed? Can they still remain together - forever - with him on this side and her on the other?

I could see it. Silence. No one else could see it. I was curious as it stood there watching me as I watched it. It made no motion until ....

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Daughter has that healing conversation when her deceased mother.

Time comes and goes and never returns - why do we count hours, minutes, seconds, sand?

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Volcanoes erupting, the ground on fire, people climbing up to escape the heat as the heat rises and the source of the devastation sits in a pool giving off wisps of toxi...

Ah, the pain of rejection. But, the setting it right again, setting it as it should be, setting ones balance, setting ones revenge, setting him on fire, setting yourself...

Listen to the poetic story of discover the power of red ribbons

She sits reading a book in the silence when she hears the tiny voice of something... there! in the corner, something hanging there... it would be a transforming experien...

Jill D. Ponto-Miller was a beautiful soul who had an extraordinary ability to write through her feelings. She, like so many creative souls, suffered from intense highs a...

Alone in the woods, have I found my mother? Has my mother found me? Only the Dire Wolf Mother and I know for sure.