Eloise creeped carefully down the hallway, her small feet filling the width of each board as she avoided the cracks. She could hear the thump, thump, thump of Lady Gladdis searching the halls. Frantically, Eloise ran into the library looking for a place to hide. In swift movement she ran and ducked behind the couch.Continue reading “Hay in a Needlestack”
Come and listen to the tale of how the snow began how the stars turned night to white and fell into your hand From her perch on top of her hut in her little Alaskan village, Ila stared into the northern night, tracing the stars with her fingertips. She could taste the saltyContinue reading “How the Snow Began”
Realism is minute; it is the drama of a broken teacup, the tragedy of a walk down the block, the excitement of an afternoon call, the adventure of an invitation to dinner. -Frank Norris, A Plea for Romantic Fiction (1901) “Can I sit here?” she asked, blue eyes batting. He looked up, “of course.”Continue reading “Say Something”
The analysis and explanation behind my short story “So Mary Magdalene, Priscilla, and Joanna Walk Into a Bar…”
A short story I wrote for my Women in Christianity class. Analysis and further explanation to follow.