After my post of a few weeks ago bemoaning the depravity of today's literature, let me assure that there are indeed still excellent books in the world. Books that spin a tale of adventure and keep you up far later than is right (oops). The Prisoner of Zenda is one such book. Rudolph Rassendyll is a… Continue reading Book Review: The Prisoner of Zenda
Writing is my passion. That's easy enough to see (and if you can't see it, I will gladly tell you about it for a full three hours). I've loved to write for longer than I can remember, though some of my earlier ventures barely qualify as actual "writing." I've poured a lot of hours into… Continue reading Why I Write
How do you start your testimony? Most of the ones that I've heard begin with the same sentence: "I was born into a Christian home." It's usually said dramatically or with an eye roll, trying to cover the embarrassment of having the same opening line as so many other testimonies. I've said it that way… Continue reading Your Testimony Is Not Boring
Have you ever heard a story that you loved so much you could listen to it over and over again? Is there a book that you've worn through from so many re-readings? A movie with scratches on the disc because you have to watch it again? Stories are incredible and many of them are so… Continue reading Please Read the Gospels
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 Adventure Novel (part 2)
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 Adventure Novel (part 1)
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.
Yes, yes, a second book review in a single week. That's just the way it worked out. 🙂
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.