Living On
I must always start where death and life held hands; at a grave in the shade of an old oak.
Shelter by the Wayside
Exploring ideas, growing a SubStack and sharing my journey in faith, life and being an online writer.
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To the Mother Beyond the Grave
You gave me life, the only life I have; so I lived while we never were.
Don’t Make The Mistake of Waiting
I know it’s hard to think that your writing is good.
Chapter 15: Back in Chania
Photo by Marisa Buhr Mizunaka on Unsplash Back in Chania, the doctor stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking out into the bustling crowd, the afternoon sun beating down on the open space around him. In all of his years of medical service, he had never seen someone with so many wounds run away as he had seen Eleni do, and he waited there, baking in the Mediterranean sun for the hospital…
What Sundays Are Made For
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Are We Really Ourselves?
One must simply write as one has felt.
Chapter 14: Facing Death
But at that moment three Germans appeared.
A Brother’s Vow Chapter 13
The sun looked beautiful to Eleni, a bonfire in the sky, against a purple backdrop.
Random Thoughts While Writing A Brother’s Vow
As I have been serializing my story A Brother’s Vow, the fictional aspects have been easy and fun to write.
A Brother’s Vow Ch. 12
A British soldier on horseback nearly trampled Eleni as she ran down the street.