Tag: short stories

My latest short story. ...

Hey everyone! I am excited to announce that I won the summer writing contest hosted by the School of Kingdom Writers! The theme over the summer was ‘Breaking of Bread’. You can read my story “Sonia” by clicking the button below! Thank you all for your support! I am...

Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. The clock clicked slowly as Jaxon sat on the bench, waiting for something to happen. Eleven. Ten. Nine. The door in the wall opened. “Jaxon,” the man said. Eight. Seven. Six. Jaxon stood. The man nodded and motioned for him to come forward. Five. Four. Three....

“Play something for me, Ella,” I say, my hands resting on my guitar and my eyes on her face. “Please.” Her eyes dart to the piano, uneasy. I know what she’ll say, because I’ve asked her this question every day for five years now. She’ll say no. The music...

Chloe leapt over an overturned cart and crept between flaming houses. She knew she had to be brave. Radin had said that their mother would be at the shelter, but she wasn’t sure she could believe him. Mother had been out to draw water from the well when the...

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, For I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, For to you I entrust my life. Rescue me from my enemies, Lord, For I hide myself in you. Psalm 143: 8-9 NIV The...

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...