In One Sentence: Saved?
As Arnold hiked joyfully away along the trail, the child he had just pulled from the water and revived reached out a hand to touch the intriguing water moccasin.
(Ref: 1 Peter 5:2)
As Arnold hiked joyfully away along the trail, the child he had just pulled from the water and revived reached out a hand to touch the intriguing water moccasin.
(Ref: 1 Peter 5:2)
Tlisli* struggled to wake up. It felt a little like when she had been a small child and had almost drowned in the river. She had wanted to breathe, but couldn’t. She had struggled toward the surface, but it never seemed be there. As she struggled, images passed through her mind. She was struggling through…
[This is a work of fiction, Copyright © 2009, Henry E. Neufeld. Any resemblance between the characters and the church in this story and any in the real world is purely coincidental.] He was surprised to see her in his office. She was one of those members who attended regularly, but you didn’t really get…
I can’t help calling attention to this page from the Balaam’s Ass web site for the rampant paranoia, lack of humor, and failure to comprehend represented throughout. The following opening says it all: John F. Kennedy, C.S. Lewis, and Aldous Huxley all died on the same day. They all went to the same place. Kennedy…
Check it out! Next week’s carnival will be right here at the Jevlir Caravansary. To check the hosting schedule or for more information, check the carnival Facebook page.
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
… at who am i?