False Spring
By Lawrence Hall Word Count: Rating: G Summary: A poem about the "January thaw." No spring is false when warm, sweet sunlight falls Upon the weathered field and woods and walls And frogs shake off…
By Lawrence Hall Word Count: Rating: G Summary: A poem about the "January thaw." No spring is false when warm, sweet sunlight falls Upon the weathered field and woods and walls And frogs shake off…
By Avellina Balestri (alias Rosaria Marie) Word Count: 29645 Rating: PG for brief moments of peril and some thematic elements Summary: Harry and Snape spend Christmas together and come to understand one another a little…
The snake. It was so large, and it slithered subtly, slowly, and it snapped down through flesh and gorged on blood. It made him sick to his stomach and ate out his heart. Oh, oh,…
The hour was late, and Spock had taken his Vulcan lamp into his study and lit the attunement flame. While his family slept, he sat down on a meditation stool. With eyes closed and palms…
[caption id="attachment_8038" align="alignnone" width="1400"] Image Credit: narniafans.com/2010/12/c-s-lewis-movie-teaser-webpage/[/caption] Our Spring Issue is going to be based on C.S. Lewis' works! These include (but are by no means limited to) the following: The Chronicles of Narnia, The Great…
A NEW DAWN OF FREEDOM By Lawrence Hall Word count: 83 Rating: G Summary: The poet dedicates the New Year to Christian virtues, rather than the old Pagan ones. A new dawn of freedom? May…
~ by Hannah Skipper As the snow let up in the wee hours of the morning on Christmas Day 1944, forty-nine-year old Colonel James Bennett and a small contingent of British and American officers hunkered…
By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 87 Rating: G Summary: A poem digesting what Epiphany would be like today. How, then, does one transfer a holy day? The Magi reschedule their appointments, The camels are re-booked…
The next day, Lucy was skipping to keep up with Peter’s long strides. “I wonder what Father Christmas will bring us this year,” she said. “I’d love some good Narnia cloth.” Peter cleared his throat.…
Frodo stood silently in the dark parlour, looking at the single light that glowed by his favorite chair. The book he was reading awaited him by the table. The blanket he often wrapped himself in…
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