The Warrior Priestess
Today, I feel like I did really well. Let's see, not including this post, I've written about 1,300 words! About 200 of those were by hand, planning my next short story. A little more than 500 words written in my short story, and almost 670 words this morning in the devotional I wrote. What's been... Continue Reading →
(God of Peace) This morning I woke up with my ten-month-old daughter and figured I would be able to get her some food and relax with Jesus. As you can probably guess, that didn’t happen. I did go into the kitchen and started making breakfast. As the eggs were cooking, I washed up the... Continue Reading →
Okay, okay. don't be mad. Honestly, I've been worse about writing these first few days of NaNoWriMo than I have all month. I'm suppose to post a new short story tomorrow (technically later today), and I wrote half a page. Which, I guess if it's a 2,000 word short story that should be 1/8th. Could be worse.
For those of you who don't know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writer's Month. A bunch of writers attempt to crank out 50,000 words in the month of November. If you want to know more, click here to go to their website and possibly sign up.
Joseph: “Guess who.” Mary: (spins around.) “Joseph! You’ll never believe what just happened.” Joseph: “It took you less than an hour to fold all the laundry?” Mary: “I just saw an angel.” Joseph: “Like an angel of the Lord? Come, on Mary. I know you like to be creative, but don’t you think that’s a little far. Angels only appear to great people.” Mary: “But one did, Joseph! It’s no story! I’m telling the truth.” Joseph: “Well, what did he tell you then, dear?” Mary: “The Lord, He came upon me and said I would bear His son. I’m pregnant. Just like the prophet Isaiah said, “Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.” [Isaiah 7:14]
The girl turned into ash. Rodney blinked; his breath catching in his gut. “Avaria?” He scooped some of the ash into his hands and shouted her name again. He felt his heart race. He knew he was panicking, but what else did one do when their girlfriend turns into ash right next to you. A breeze came by and the ashes were pushed to the edge of the blanket.
Cover Art by Sarah Mileusnich How it works Listross has grown up as a slave on a potato plantation as long as he can remember. Like everyone, he wants freedom. Especially now that he witnesses his daughter suffering. Your job is to help Listross make the best decisions to get there. No pressure! Each week... Continue Reading →
