Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
September 8, 1940; Sunday “Annabelle! Get to the shelta!” my mother screamed. Bombs were falling and taking out houses all around town. I quickly grabbed my box with my Narnian rings before running towards…
August 29, 1940; Thursday Wack! “Ow.” I rubbed my head after I hit the ceiling of what looked to be a miniature house. I let my eyes adjust to the dim light. I saw a…
Swanwhite lay on the soft, luscious green grass. She was surrounded by pools of water and tall green trees. A mist filled the air, making it warm and moist. Out of the mist came a…
Quickening 18, 899; Day 1 When I woke, I felt as if I was being watched. However, when I looked about my tent there was nobody there besides Riker, who was snoring soundly at…
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