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Age-Old Beauty
Ellie ran the antique brush through her long, raven hair—ten times. According to her mentor, it would not only bring shine but also guarantee a win in the pageant. She sighed. Was that true? Did she really believe everything the contestants were told about their daily...
What are you doing to me, Lord?
Joe yanked the foreclosure sign off his front door and crumpled it into a ball. He whipped it across the yard as if doing so would rid him of all his troubles. I don’t need this. Not now. He unlocked the front door and entered his empty home. Its silence blasted his...
Stolen Identity
Edison stared at the access denied message blinking on his computer screen like an annoying strobe light flicking on and off. He slammed his fist on the desk. Why wouldn’t it work? First his bank account locked him out due to an incorrect PIN. The one he'd been using...
Come Home
Darian peeked through the bars of the wrought iron gate and stared at the brick mansion in the distance. Trees lined the lane like sentinels protecting the property from outside forces. Fog hovered over the property. He placed his hand on his heart and glanced over...
No Room – Barbara Ayton
There came two weary travellers upon a dusty road the one was very great with child uncomfortable and cold. The other too was cold and spent upon his brow a frown for he must find, at this late hour, a place to lay them down. Each time they stopped along the way the...
Where’s the Line?
Simcha plunked himself on a rock and rubbed his weary muscles. The journey to reach Bethlehem had taken days. Why didn’t the other shepherds come? Didn’t they believe the angel when he spoke about the One? He reached into his bag to grab a quick bite of his pita...
Guest blog by Barbara Ayton – Christmas Light
This week I would like to feature the poetry of a fellow writer and friend, Barbara Ayton. She joined our writer's club a few years ago and it's been a pleasure getting to know her. Her sweet, quiet spirit quickly captured our group. Thank you Barbara for sharing your...
Favored One
She rummaged through the garbage looking for nourishment. Not necessarily for herself but for the life growing inside her. Even though this pregnancy wasn't of her own choosing, her foster parents threw her out of their home anyway. They didn't believe her when she...