Smoke swirled around the cavern from the flaming logs that had been scattered. Intense heat burned the back of Zoe’s neck. She screamed, but fell to the ground and rolled, putting her hair out. She felt behind her at the missing 7-inches of wavy auburn hair. She sucked in a sharp breath through the string of the burns, and held her lower back. “Dad?” There was a cough and a groan. Zoe waved the smoke out of her eyes and looked around. “Dad!”
Amber, what happened? You were doing so good writing at least 200 words a day, and your NaNoWriMo posts. Then, after your latest Prince of Slaves chapter, there hasn't been anything!" You're right, dear reader. The 10th was a Sunday and it was tough because we were hanging out with my in-laws and some of their friends, so I had to write in front of them and be a bit less social, but I believe I wrote about 700 words. Then on Monday the 11th, I wrote another about 600 to finish the latest Prince of Slaves chapter.
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 →
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]