God With Us

ben-white-170483His fingers slid around the iron handle of the dagger beneath his cloak and he squared his shoulders, standing between his family and the men in the doorway

They were obviously foreigners, but, from their diverse appearances, they looked to be each from a different place.

Who were they?

The clothes that they wore were no pauper’s rags. They looked to be exceedingly wealthy, but that would beg the question, why were they here? Continue reading “God With Us”

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Footsteps of the Angels

sand footprints 2Their footfalls fell noiselessly upon the concrete as they passed between the marble pillars that lined the front of the brick building.

 

Students milled down the paved pathways to and from classes, jogged out of dorm halls and hurried to a lecture about to begin.

 

The humans passed by them, walked through them, unknowing.

 

Argider glanced at a girl alone on a bench. Continue reading “Footsteps of the Angels”

Do You Believe?

lightstock_1688_medium_novelaficionadaI raised my hands up above my head as I stared down the business end of the .45.

 

Come on. Are you kidding me? I just wanted to make a deposit!

 

The hand that held it trembled and I looked up into the kid’s eyes, the only part of his face that showed through the black ski mask he wore.

 

What I saw there wasn’t what I would have expected to see in the eyes of an armed bank robber. Continue reading “Do You Believe?”

You Are Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

fearfully and wonderfully made picIn today’s society it seems as if “likes” are equal to validation. If your post/pic/story/video/song gets “likes”, then that makes it good. If people like you, you’re cool. If people like what you do, you’re good at it. If people like the way you look, you’re beautiful.

STOP!

It’s not true.

Yes, it feels good to get likes, on and off social media. I’ve fallen prey to this culture myself. Continue reading “You Are Fearfully and Wonderfully Made”

The King’s Son

armor(Winner of CFW Event #12)

 

Rylan stared at the endless expanse of Illtydian soldiers stretching out for miles across the rolling green hills of the Takuma Downs. Ominous gray thunderheads billowed in from the north, threatening a violent storm and blanketing the land in an eerie, dim blue light.

Rylan stood atop the hill to which his army had just retreated.

He could see the Illtydians reforming into lines, preparing for the next battle. Continue reading “The King’s Son”

Angel on the Street

Savannah Skyline 2 reflection(As seen in CFW Event #11)

 

The bell above the door jangled as Alicia pulled it closed. She heaved a weary sigh, locked up, and turned to go. She stopped and inhaled a deep breath of cool night air. It felt good after being cooped up inside all day. She glanced up at the bleak, smog-blanketed sky of New York. If only she could go back to the sweet days of her childhood back in Montana. Before she’d lost her parents, before her husband abandoned her and their daughter, before all the heartache and weariness that burdened her soul like iron weights crushing the life out of her. Continue reading “Angel on the Street”