Category: Stories, Poetry & Art

Desperation can make people do some very silly things. Now, his mother had warned him. She had told him not to do it. Jack should have listened! If he had listened, then he would never be where he is now… in danger of being a giant’s lunch! Oh Jack,  you...

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...

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...

“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...

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...

Do you see a story in this collage?...

“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...

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...

“Matthew,” Mom said, walking into my bedroom one day. Behind her stood my dad and my sister Lucy. They all wore shy, excited smiles. Lucy had her hands clasped and she kept discreetly wiping her eyes and sniffing.   “What’s going on?” I asked, standing up.  “We…” Mom paused...

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Ulambria, a boy was born. His dim-witted parents, (who just happened to be the King and Queen) named him Prince Pumpernickel the Pitiful. But that was a mistake, because he wasn’t pitiful at all. Nor was he a pumpernickel. But no...