Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Bio
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
Stories (133)
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Eternity
Even though Joyce had been dead and buried for nearly seven months now, the ache of loss worsened as the wounds were being ripped open, the rawness picked at by ongoing suffering. The same mourners who had been here starting the new year with that burial, found themselves having returned to her grave, standing around the freshly dug hole where her husband was being buried beside her.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Fiction
Suicidal Minds: The Societal Associations and Moral Dilemmas
‘If I don’t get an ‘A’ on this paper I’m gonna kill myself.’ That’s what someone might say, not necessarily as a joke, but to express how they feel the level of importance the consequence of the situation is. But in reality, they aren’t going to go down a bottle of pills, or get a gun and shoot themselves or even go jump off a bridge. Instead, they might heave and sigh, maybe even cry, but I can guarantee that they aren’t going to go and off themselves. But what about that kid, over in the corner, he seems alright, ‘normal’, but every day, or maybe just a couple times a week, he truly thinks about suicide. The important fact isn’t how often, it’s that he truly feels that this is a thought worth considering, and it’s not just some passing phrase. For him, it’s the truth.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Psyche
Persevere
All the usual signs pointed to a storm coming this evening. She stood at the kitchen sink of their farmhouse, staring out the window. A drinking glass on the windowsill held marigolds, echinacea, and tiger lily, all from the garden that was planted just below. The bunches of six-foot-tall sunflowers at either end of the garden framing the faded green wall.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Fiction
Whirlwind
The steady leak from the roof hit the dirt floor with a dull thud. Only the scurrying mice heard. The cows and horses were in their paddocks. The black cat sat lazily in the rafters with her tail hanging over the side slowly swaying. She eyed the mice below with disinterest. A distant rumble of thunder perked her ears.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Fiction
A Dead Man's Laugh
"It was a somber time; when he died. He was a good friend to everyone he knew. He had no enemies. His laugh, oh, his laugh was beautiful. It brought merriment to all those who heard it; and with just a week before Christmas, it’s his laugh that will be the most missed part of the holiday.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Psyche
