The young girl awoke with a start to the sound of desperate bleating. She quickly dressed and ran outside, fearing the worst. The pen which held her sheep—her precious sheep that she cared for daily—was open. Carcasses and blood were everywhere. She had to find her father; he was the only one who could help. …
Category Archive: Fiction
Oct 08
The Parable of the Great King
A boy of nearly six lay weeping on the side of the road. His father, face down in the mud beside him, had just been slain. He was unable to pay the taxes required by the local governor. He pleaded with the collectors to spare his life, as he had no money with which to …
Jan 17
Creating a Myth
Could we be living on a giant sneeze or perhaps on a dandelion carried by an elephant?
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