10. I smile nervously at my dad. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. So has he and there are tears in his eyes. 9. He offers me his arm and my little brothers open the doors. We walk slowly into the room. 8. Everyone is standing up. Their eyes are on... Continue Reading →
Today's post is a combination of a short story and look into the pre-novel life of one of my characters in Following Orders. I gazed out at the courtyard as panic swarmed in my chest. Those arrow wounds were not from a crossbow and they all knew it. How long did I have before they... Continue Reading →
One quick thing before today's post: I was published on the Rebelution this week! If you remember my post on complaining from a few weeks ago, they published it on their site under the name 5 Things I Learned on My Quest to Stop Complaining. And now on to our regularly scheduled program. This week's... Continue Reading →
It had come down to this moment as I knew it would. And here I was, unable to do it. I had assured the captain I was capable of this mission. This would be my chance to rise above the common man in our band. I would become one of the heads, inferior in status... Continue Reading →
You can read part one here. "Good, because we need to get down to work." Jackson went to a small dresser on one of the walls and pulled open the top drawer. It, like everything else in this forgotten corner of civilization, was covered in dust. I sneezed. Jackson crossed back over to me and... Continue Reading →
You can read part two here. "Honey!" I glanced over my shoulder as I continued to push my way down the busy street. Who would be yelling above the crowd so loudly? A tall woman with dark hair looked delighted to see me. She must have been the one who called out. I turned and kept... Continue Reading →
Michael started the message down the ship, through each of the slaves, convicts, fighters. Within the hour, he told me I had every man's allegiance.
The world lurched beneath me and my head slammed into something hard. I moaned and opened my eyes a crack. The world was mostly dark, with a single flickering source of light at the end of what looked like a long tunnel.
This post is a short story I wrote for a class a while ago. I still remember the story of Potamiaena above any of the others we read in Eusebius's Church History. It's my favorite.