In One Sentence: Tired
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.
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?
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…
I’m making two earlier Christmas stories from this blog sticky and linking them here. I may manage to write a new Christmas story, but these two have been on my mind today. There are at least two ways of going off the rails with charity. One is becoming a scrooge–a stick in the mud, miserable…
“I don’t see where I have anything to be thankful for,” said the 95 year old man grumpily as he trimmed roses in the garden of his suburban home, and looked across the yard at his wife. (Featured image generated by Jetpack AI.)