An Old Man Fishing
By Robin Fennelly Word Count: 340 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: a poignant picture of peace in a poem I went down to the river’s edge And asked the Old Man fishing there…
Month: September 2018
The Voyages of the Asimov: A Star Trek Serial- Chapter 8
By Ariel Klay and the Members of the Starship Asimov Fan Club Word Count: Story in Progress, to be determined. Rating: PG-13 for minor blood and sensual content Summary: The Adventures of the Crew of…
The Lord of the Rings: A Traditional Catholic View
Mr. Paul Edwin Zimmer, of Greyhaven, remarked to me once that most analysis of the work of J.R.R. Tolkien was undertaken from the Evangelical Protestant or from the Anglican point of view. As Tolkien himself…
A Dear Friend Remembered: A Lord of the Rings Poem
By Vanessa Parry (alias Elwen) Word Count: 175 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: A wistful remembrance of Sam about Frodo I thought I saw you, today. In the grass, a book lay open.…
The Princess and the Merchant’s Daughter
Author's Note: Dedicated to Princess Myriam, from merchant's daughter Kat. Someday, I hope we'll get along. *** Once upon a time, in a small kingdom, now long lost in the mists of time and history,…
For the White Rose
Editor's Note: This poem was taken from The White Cockade, a collection of poetry by Charles A. Coulombe available from Tumblar House Publishing. *** All Kings and all pretenders, wherever you may be, the land…
Burnt: A Harry Potter Serial- Chapter 21: What’s Wrong?
By LastCrazyHorn Word Count: 105891 Rating: PG-13 for brief language, violence, and depictions of abuse Summary: A disabled Harry comes to Hogwarts story. Everyone expects him to be like his dad, but how can he be with…
Cutting the Cord: A Game of Thrones Serial – Chapter 15: Lion and Wolf
The mountain villages were without a lord, and yet they did have a castle which an elderly man of noble lineage called home. He styled himself Lord Tibolt Maelfaes of House Thurandin, but lived as…
The Jeweler’s Apprentice-Chapter 11
“Ilido,” Arethmay said one day not long after, early in the afternoon. “Fia hasn't seen much of the forest around about, and it will be winter soon; the good weather may not last much longer.…
Lament at Mabon
Once I knew the language of trees How each rustling of their leaves Could mean so much—if only one knew how to listen. Once I had so much definition in just that one thing: That…