The man had a certain kind of gift. Priscilla half skipped, half ran toward his wagon. He rose over her like a pine tree over a hopeful daffodil.

Maybe Ina will find a way to make a difference in the new world and the old. Maybe someone else will be able to do the same.

“Gotta do what God says,” Will Jenkins repeated. Standing at the door, he raised his whip with the vehemence of full conviction.

When you’re standing on the edge, even if you’re worse than mediocre, you can experience grandeur, beauty, and joy.

The dead hero’s kind of immortal glory was the only kind of glory I wanted, then one day I played the marimba.

Mary Kate was desperate. She needed some words of life that would save her life and she had one day to find it.

Untamed and unexplained things sometime happen when boys and girls turn pages in a book in a library where a strange wind blows.

Below is my first completed short story ever – 1978 words if you want to know how short. I share this story for three reasons. Personal Challenge First of all, I share it because I want to take my own challenge in the Creating Art from…