The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 2)

Curiosity had always scratched at his insides, luring him into the fields of science, technology,
and astronomy. The Black Door, however, was something completely different. It was something that fell between the
shelves of Tinson’s chosen fields of research. The Black Door was something supernatural, something alien. Something bizarre. … More The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 2)

The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 1)

Tinson felt a strange mix of loneliness and contemplative freedom being in the common study room this late after everyone else had already retired for the evening, even though on most nights, the scientists and scholars who came to this place usually stayed late into the night and early into the morning to drink in the knowledge and research available in the mid-sized study hall. … More The Friday Muse – Tinson’s Door (Part 1)

From the Ashes

You may kill a fire. And everything you know falls to dust and ash. Yet the remarkable treasure in this seemingly hopeless pile, is hidden deep within. The burning embers incarnate the perpetual desire to go from spark to flame. – Akilnathan Logeswaran … More From the Ashes

The Shattered Pieces

When things fall apart, the broken pieces allow all sorts of things to enter, and one of them is the presence of God. – Shauna Niequist Denial. It’s a poison that many of us like to carry around with us, and it is something that can kill our dreams, those around us, even ourselves if … More The Shattered Pieces

The Friday Muse – The Princess of Para

The frosted glass allowed the morning’s luminescence to bleed into the castle, filling the hallway with bright white light that flowed gracefully across the white marble flooring, the brownish-gray walls, and the ivory doors of the servants’ quarters. The scent of bacon and potatoes filled the wide corridor, signaling breakfast, but the silence that permeated … More The Friday Muse – The Princess of Para

Small Sacrifices

The receptionist at the front desk wore a long white lab coat, but Brittany doubted she was a doctor. Or a nurse. Or in any way related to the medical field. She carried a bit of weight in her stomach and cheeks, and she smelled like wildflower-scented soap. Her scent was much like that of … More Small Sacrifices

The Friday Muse – Jennifer Glass And The Resurrection

The sound of the hammer hitting those awful nails made Jennifer Glass sick to her stomach. Something about the way the instrument hit iron or the fact that those nails were piercing the flesh of an innocent man, sent her stomach reeling. That was awhile ago, before He was lifted to the cross. Jennifer fought … More The Friday Muse – Jennifer Glass And The Resurrection