[This is a work of fiction, Copyright © 2009, Henry E. Neufeld. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and any in the real world is purely coincidental.] It was a small hotel room in a small town, and Jack had driven three hours on small county roads to get there. Now he was…
[This is a work of fiction. Copyright © 2009, Henry E. Neufeld. It is part of the Traitor Tad Series.) I wake up to silence and only the limited light provided by the main system monitor in the shuttle. It is light enough outside that I can see the aliens packed into the canyon in…
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…
Once in a lifetime, perhaps, a king’s knight would ride over the hill to the south of the village. His armor would be gleaming, his clothing immaculate, and his weapons beyond the comprehension of the villagers. He would come to the center of the village, order that all the young people be assembled, and then…
[This is a work of fiction, and is part of my God-Talk club series. For more information follow the link. Also, I promised in my last God-Talk Club story that the club would discuss prophecy some more. This isn’t that post. I’ll get to it–soon, I hope. In another departure, this post was inspired by…
It’s probably either illegal or too shocking for this blog, but how about a true story? Caraleisa has a new blog, and presents a touching true story, A soldier, a little girl, and a tragedy….
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, and is part of my God-Talk club series. For more information follow the link.] Ellen McDonald set the extra large Coke on the table in front of Mark Morton and then sat down herself. “I hope you won’t get fired for sitting down here with us,” said Mark. “Oh,…
Tlisli waited tensely for the animal sounds around her to die down. It was some time before the jungle noises settled back to normal. She was pretty sure that someone else was disturbing the jungle-perhaps many someones. If there was one thing she could do well, however, it was being quiet. Soon her silent waiting…
[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any person or event to anything in the real world is purely coincidental!] Children, obey your parents, for this is right. — Ephesians 6:1 He was only 11, and he was walking home from school. It should have been simple. He was under strict instructions to…
