• The Guardian
    Short Stories

    The Guardian–A Flash Fiction

    No one came to see the Guardian anymore.  He sat in the same place he had for centuries, his face set like stone against the elements. If someone was to pass him by, they might mistake him for a statue he was so weathered and overgrown with vines. Yet no one had walked down that wooded path in years.  He quietly hummed to himself, watching the humans walk past his hidden grove on the paved sidewalk. He had seen many such people. So many of them distracted by the noises around them to notice the hidden magic of the gardens.  A pigeon landed on the Guardian’s outstretched hand and pooped.…

  • The Eighth Ransom by Given Hoffman
    Book Reviews

    Book Review: The Eighth Ransom by Given Hoffman

    Good morning, friends! I recently had the opportunity to read and review a book with my mom and brother. It’s pretty rare all three of us read the same book, so it was pretty fun. We read The Eighth Ransom by Given Hoffman. Here’s the synopsis from Goodreads: Trent Soris is an artist with a chip on his shoulder, and Ashley Rye is what Trent would describe as an annoying religious kid. When they’re kidnapped with six others from across the U.S., they have nothing in common but their enemy. To survive, all eight of them will have to depend on each other. By working together, they just might prevent…

  • This World of Gray--A Flash Fiction
    Short Stories

    This World of Gray–A Flash Fiction

    The only thing that kept her grounded was her music. Her earbuds were like an IV, streaming life into her bones.  When They came, she started sleeping with the carefully shaped plastic pieces in her ears. When the bombs came and the world turned to ash, she turned up the melody to drown out the screams. When soldiers crowded the streets in front of her home, she hummed along.  As she walked down the dirty streets, she kept her eyes closed and she moved in sync with the rhythm. She let the soft magic of harmony take her away and to a place with green grass and blue sky. Here,…

  • Return of the Distraction Squirrels!
    Articles

    Return of the Distraction Squirrels!

    I don’t know about you, but quarantine is making it even easier than before to get distracted. Because I have next to no plans, I keep procrastinating with just about everything. I often tell my mom, “Well, it’s not like I have any plans for the weekend. I can finish my school assignments/do chores/write a blog post later.” One thing our pastor said last week really stood out to me, and I paraphrase, “Don’t let your distractions become your habits.” What did he mean by this? He explained that during this time of isolation and social distancing that we are starting to spend more time on the things we used…

  • Oliver in a mask during the COVID-19 pandemic
    Articles

    4 Things to Remember During the COVID-19 Pandemic

    Billions of people across the globe have been affected in some way by the COVID-19 pandemic. Countless doctors, nurses, and grocery store workers are working extended hours, putting themselves at risk. Thousands of families have members with the virus. Some are mourning the loss of life. For some of us, the only effects we can see are messed up plans and empty grocery store shelves. If you’re like me, your carefully planned year just got knocked off the tracks. This time is hard for everyone. I know you’ve probably heard plenty of advice on how to handle the pandemic these past few weeks, but I would like to offer you…

  • Bloody Hands
    Short Stories

    Bloody Hands: Part 4

    Trigger warning: This story contains abuse (physical and emotional), murder, and suicide attempts.  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The prison is a small building with one communal cell. The only other occupant is a man who smells like alcohol. He declares he got too drunk and they’ll put him in the stocks for a few hours later in the afternoon. He’s not bothered by the punishment. I sit on the damp straw in the far corner from the door and the reeking bucket of human waste. I hug my knees to my chest and hide my face. It’ll only be a couple days at most before someone from my…

  • Bloody Hands
    Short Stories

    Bloody Hands Part 3

    Trigger warning: This story contains abuse (physical and emotional), murder, and suicide attempts. Part 1 Part 2 The cheerful conversation at dinner makes the succulent duck turn to dust in my mouth. Sarah talks about the village as if it’s the best place in the colonies. She says that everyone there was so kind after her mother died of the same fever that took Midwife Sasha. Edmund and Martha only encourage it, asking for news of her father and asking if there are any boys she has her eye on. I stop listening and keep chewing the pasty duck. I probably have been working on this one bite for five…

  • Bloody Hands
    Short Stories

    Bloody Hands: Part 2

    Part 1 here Trigger warning: This story contains abuse (physical and emotional), murder, and suicide attempts. When I wake on the riverbank, I curse the God who just won’t let me die. I curse the sun creeping over the horizon like a skulking cat. I curse the crusted blood beneath my fingernails. “Why can’t I just die!” I scream up at the sky. I lay on my back, watching the purplish clouds scuttle across the lightening sky. God doesn’t answer. I’m used to it. No matter how many bedtime prayers Midwife Sasha made me repeat, I never believed God could actually hear me. And if He could, He surely had…

  • Bloody Hands
    Short Stories

    Bloody Hands: Part 1

    Hey guys! I’m so excited to share this short story with you all! Trigger warning: This story contains abuse (physical and emotional), murder, and suicide attempts. I was born with blood on my hands. It still stains my skin now, no matter how hard I try to rid myself of it. I shove my hands into my ragged pockets and hunch my shoulders against the rain. The graveyard is full of clusters of people, but I am not one of them. I stand off to the side, just in view of the open grave, yet far enough away no one will be bothered by my presence. There are fewer people…

  • Empty Pages by Allison Grace
    Short Stories

    I’m Back! + Empty Pages

    Hey everyone! I’ve missed blogging, but boy, do I have some exciting things coming in the next few months! Just a quick run over of all the changes before we dive into the first short story of my “new” blog. 😉 Instead of posting every week, I’ll be posting every other Saturday. That will take some pressure off of me and allow me to give you better content! Speaking of content, you’ll be seeing a lot more of my short stories and Christian living articles than before. I might occasionally post writing tips, but my focus is going to be on short stories. They will be serialized so you don’t…