for the creative fair-folk
I’ve been writing pretty much my whole life. When your mom teaches reading recovery and “Handwriting without Tears” you don’t really get to escape the chapter books and lined paper and miniature pencils that go along with it. For me, though, this was never an annoyance. Even as a child, I found a way to …
short stories. Last semester, my first as an English major, I took a creative writing course as a requirement for graduation. I was excited, as you can tell. You’re reading this on the website I created for sharing my writing, after all. My first assignment was a piece of flash fiction, a short story in …
journal. Wow. The year is halfway over, and I’ve fallen nearly miserably behind on my reading documentation. Needlessly said, I had big plans for Book Faeries this summer, but after a huge project of helping coordinate youth summer camp and a super major life change I’m excited to write about soon, I truly didn’t have …
journal. It’s a *late* wrap for March. I’m slightly behind on my reading goals as of writing this but never fear. There’s always the summer for catching up on those unfortunate books at the end of my lists that are started but not finished. I hope all of my readers have had restful Easter seasons, …
journal. And just like that it’s over. February may have been short but it was definitely busy. I struggled to meet my monthly goal this time around, but a couple rereads put me over the mark. School’s been a bit intense, so forgive my vague reviews. Books I read for school will be linked to …
journal. I can hardly believe that the month is nearly over. My little remaining break before school took off dawdled by, and once the spring semester began, it seemed the month was over. Tomorrow marks the last day of the month, and before I forget, I wanted to take a few moments to share all …
short stories. Merry Christmas, you! Hope your holidays are shaping up to be warm (but seasonally chilly out), bright (one can never have too many Christmas lights), and spilling over with joy for the birth of our perfect Saviour. Don’t forget the reason we celebrate this gift-giving holiday -for the one who gave to us …
Part Five: She is Unbound Reader, you’re probably wondering. So what of him? Yes, Lukas, what of Lukas? To pick up from the last, Ophelia had trudged back to her apartment after the encounter, ultimately dejected, but ready, at last, to move on with her own soul on her side. The note on the door …
vignettes from the door between worlds. ah, Reader! Life is beyond chaotic, and this is (not going to lie) a pre recorded and written message. If your October has been anything like mine so far, it’s been chaotically eventful, filled with new ideas, and swimming in God’s lessons and love. I’m excited as we get …
Part Three: She is Bound She slammed the bloodied sack down onto his desk and crossed her arms. “Don’t ever make me do that again.” Lukas lifted only his eyes to look up at Ophelia. She was dressed in the leathers she normally wore whenever she was forced to go on her seasonal errands for …