The first time that Yagac approached the shrine he was carrying a stick he had cut from a tree and sharpened. “What do you bring for the god?” said the aged priest. Villagers said he had been at the shrine more than a hundred years. He looked it. “I bring this spear,” said Yagac, his…
[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely unintentional.] After 10 days, or perhaps it was a hundred, the angel returned. This time he looked like a pillar of darkness, as dark now as he had been bright before. How did I know it was the same angel? I…
He stopped, looking at the green grass beside a gently flowing stream, wanting to stop, to rest, but the words in his head said, “Keep going,” and he staggered on.
A tangle of logic with laws that don’t leave an option for getting it right.
What makes knowledge definitive?
A haiku
Five minutes before the inspector arrived, Connor decided that he had waited long enough and went to bed and fell sound asleep.
The fictional Jimmy writes an essay on miracles after a conversation with his mother. Are you perpetuating any of these ideas with your children?
Is there an appropriate time for fear?
Jared waited, somewhat impatiently. The old story-teller sat very still and seemed to be staring off into the distance. The longer the old man stared, the more nervous Jared became. He remembered the words. “The old story-teller has never given his blessing to anyone on their first try.” But Jared had listened carefully to every…
