The Beauty in the Long Way
A faithful reader of mine told me that she had been checking my blog every day in hopes of a new post. That’s one of the reasons I’m writing this now. I don’t know what I’m going to write about tonight. I’m going to start typing and see what...
Why It’s a Bad Idea to Throw a Snowball At Your Great Aunt Hildegarde: A Short Story
Five whole days is too long to spend in the company of a crabby old lady. Especially if the crabby old lady is your Great Aunt Hildegarde, and you are expected to behave decently to her. For five entire days, these were the rules that Emery was expected to...
A Sword, a Guidebook, and the Evil Gorilla Fitzherbert: A Short Story
Based on a true story… sort of. As Emery sat in her bed contemplating the unfairness of broken bones, her father walked in with a steaming mug. “How’s my patient?” he asked, handing her the mug. She sniffed it, then took a sip. Hot chocolate– the good kind. With...
Scrumptious Chocolate Chip Cookies That Could Beat Your Grandmother’s Cooking: A Short Story
“Why don’t we just wait until mom gets back from the store?” Emery asked, staring at her father with her eyebrows raised. “I am positive that it will be easier if we wait for her to get back.” Her father finished tying his apron around his waist and looked...
A Not-So-Exotic Vacation, and What I Did On It
As I mentioned in a previous post, we went on vacation recently. I also mentioned that I planned to get a whole lot of writing done on that trip. This post will tell y’all all about that. So, before we left on our trip I actually had a bad...
My Queen – My People
Based off of Esther chapter seven. “My Queen,” asked Xerxes, “what is it? What is your request—anything; even up to half of my kingdom is yours, if you ask for it. Anything.” Xerxes sipped his wine, leaning back on his pillow comfortably. Haman sniffed from his seat, watching us...
A Sketch Collage with a Story
Do you see a story in this collage?...
Fields of Water: A Short Story
“How much longer?” Emery asked for the fifteenth time. Mom looked at her in the mirror. “Soon,” she said with a smile. Emery bounced in her seat with joyous anticipation. After nine years of living in small-town Indiana, nine years of wondering, she was finally going to see the...
The Edge of Dawn: A Poem
I stand on the edge of the high, high cliff Facing the crashing waves and waters below. The water reaches for me, But it will not touch me, For it is unable. I look down at my feet and shudder For the way down is so, so far. And...