fiction
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
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The Road Ends Here
The road slithered like a half-dead snake, its asphalt cracked and devoured by creeping vines. Mist hung low, muffling the world in damp gray, and the only sound was the crunch of tires on loose gravel. Emma stared out the… Continue reading
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Jesus, the Nail Technician of Glory
Brothers and sisters in Christ, beloved turtles of His pasture, gather round! For today, we’re gonna talk about a Jesus you’ve never considered before. Oh, I feel the Spirit trembling in my pelvis—this one’s gonna knock your socks off and… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part V – Epilogue: Love’s Eternal Echo
The first light of dawn crept into the great hall of Notre Dame, filtering through the stained glass windows and casting soft hues of gold and crimson across the stone floor. Lucien sat in the center of it all, cradling… Continue reading
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The Siren In His Dreams
The dream came every night, as inevitable as the tide. A melody—haunting and ethereal—coiled around the edges of his consciousness like mist over the waves. The fisherman, Jonas, would awaken to the phantom hum still vibrating in his ears, his… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part IV: The Breaking Point
Céline sat in the dim light of the library, her fingers tracing the worn edges of a leather-bound tome. The storm outside rattled the windows of the old Parisian manor, but she barely noticed. Her heart raced as she read… Continue reading
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The Black River
The sun was setting in streaks of crimson and gold as Jonah Callahan rode his weary horse to the edge of the Black River. The air smelled of decay, and the water ahead glistened unnaturally, dark as midnight ink. The… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part III: Unveiling the Tragedy
The rain tapped against the window as Lucien’s voice trembled, recounting a story that seemed to come from another world, another lifetime. “I was born,” he began, “to privilege, to wealth, to a name that commanded respect in every corner… Continue reading
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The Silent Ball
Evelyn’s carriage halted before the grand estate, its windows aglow with golden light. Music poured through the open doors, the melody intricate and haunting. She adjusted her black lace mask and ascended the marble steps, anticipation tightening her chest. Tonight,… Continue reading
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Christ On A Pogo Stick
This cold rain is pissing me off like a teething baby raccoon going through my underwear. Why did I have to spill the raw essence of my soul just to buy a popsicle? Everything’s gone sideways. The neighbors don’t even… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 