Sandra and Me
“Argh! Still life. All still!” Sandra tells, Robed in her dark-brown frock, as cool winds blow the welcome bells and strike the marble rock.
Friends
Maureen regarded this with mixed feelings. She thought she ought to want to see her oldest friend, May, but things…had changed.
Whispers in The Wind
Wings fully spreading, innocent kind of laughter, flying among clouds…
The 10 Best Classic Science Fiction Novels Ever
As much as I love fantasy, and I do adore it, Science Fiction (SF) holds a special place in my heart no other genre can replace. Look up to the stars or to the center of the Earth, far into the future or a few years hence: in milieus distant and near at hand SF lives and transforms lives, written into almost-reality by more authors than one article can attempt to name.
How Wandering Aimlessly Led to My First “Big Break” as a Writer
My dad believed in me. I wanted to be a writer, and he knew I could do it. I wasn’t sure how to get started, so […]
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March 5, 2025
40 days to celebrate
what the Lord has done.
40 days to celebrate
Jesus’s love for everyone.
March 4, 2025
We walk to the parapet wall, gazing at the white clouds as they form fantastic shapes and rainbow sunset stripes over the sea and the mountain range beyond.
March 2, 2025
“And the emptiness of the casket, Little Father, is the great revelation of Apostolis, the hevel of your favourite writer Ecclesiastes, that all our desires and ambitions are ‘mere breath’, and—” He paused to suck in air, “and that even our desire for wisdom is ‘chasing the wind’. Please bring Fotis more water.”
March 1, 2025
She was dragged behind you, always taking small and hesitant steps.
Her wrists were wrapped in ragged string. Broken and repaired with her own hands.
Each time the string would snap, she’d find some way to piece it back together.
She was always wrapped up in her head, it drove her crazy, she labeled herself unlovable.
February 27, 2025
Sumaira came out onto the veranda to the shrill scream of a peacock. The bird sat resplendent and angry in the garden looking at the house like a baneful beast. Sumaira was gripped in a flux of emotions as she caught her breath watching the iridescence of its plumage in the morning sun. She also felt a rush of anxiety raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
February 25, 2025
This is the Pacific, raw and authentic, with its animalic, predatory eyes and paws ready to pounce. The people here learn the lessons of evolution in the face of adversity.
February 23, 2025
When the endless labour ahead tormented him, Yannis told himself to remember cycling up long hills when instead of looking ahead to the summit, he panted with desire to reach the top and freewheel down. He looked at the kerbstones and counted mortar joints, and when he rested, he found himself surprised at how far he had climbed.
February 22, 2025
The miners scanned for the various ores of course, but no one stopped to consider what else might live among the craters.
February 20, 2025
You struggled to step into your father’s giant shoes. You gave your heart to your art, but the box office remained strangely silent.
February 19, 2025
Bait & Swiss, at a quick glance, comes from the Cheese Shop Mysteries cozy mystery series by Korina Moss. The stories center on the first-person narrator, Willa, the owner of a cheese shop in a small town on the West Coast. The story follows the mystery of poisoned chocolates and murder, which Willa must solve for the sake of herself and her friends (and former friends).
February 18, 2025
I smile in greeting and stay out of the way. I know I’m a curiosity, probably the first stranger they’ve seen apart from backpackers who motor through without stopping.
February 17, 2025
“Daughter,” Yannis said sternly, “it is not fitting you come here. Please send another nephew if you have one.” The hint of a smile played around her lips… Apart from the rustle of bougainvillaea leaves and the repetitive song of a mistle thrush, a thick silence descended.
Yannis said, “However, you must convey my order for tools. Hammer, crowbar, and bolster. You know what a bolster is?”
February 15, 2025
Beware! Here there be dragons... Fire-breathing, jewel-hoarding, winged dragons resting atop mountains of gold and silver and glamour. Dare ye enter? Dare ye read Dragon Scales and Other Tails?
February 14, 2025
I do not know you
don't know the smile
the beating red heart
behind the boutonniere
on your blue lapel
February 13, 2025
You build up the hype – you’ve finally got a date with your crush! And it’s on Valentine’s evening! Was it worth the hype?
February 12, 2025
So he allowed himself to imagine the Maker’s delight in working out the orogeny – not just here in the Meteora but in every part of the world – arranging pleats, wrinkles and horizontal bands. The Maker placed a cirque here and a tarn there, ornamenting the work with delicate silver streams, and taking time to decide where to place the treeline.
February 11, 2025
As the storm comes nearer, I count ten seconds after the lightning before the thunder hits. We watch, entranced, reveling in the feel of nature’s power.
February 4, 2025
Here on this land purchased from Sheryll’s family, we have no one to compete with but ourselves. It’s our chance to be who we are, rather than who others think we ought to be.
January 24, 2025
This is not my first time at the shut-in rodeo. I saw my agoraphobicmother struggle, suffer during my early 1970s adolescence, preparingme well for the day […]
January 22, 2025
Miranda is a tall, beautiful oddball who doesn’t meet the magazine standards of physical beauty, elegance, or womanhood. This is harped on to an almost painful level throughout the show – and people who’ve always been “accepted” for their beauty probably won’t get what this is really about and why it matters so much. That’s okay.