Author: Fellowship & Fairydust
Tree Spirit
Little figure in the bark Whisper to me Like the rustle Of leaves in the wind… Eyes of the tree Speak unto me Of all the many Lifetimes you’ve lived… Your deep, Secret wisdom Can…
Rapture: Bioshock, Andrew Ryan, and Christian Society
It’s now recognised that video games can be as beautiful, evocative, and educational as any other art form. A so-called “triple-A” title, released by a prominent gaming publisher and produced on a substantial budget, is…
The Hitch in Readying to Meet…
In a play on a well-known phrase, I'm calling the piece that follows a slice of the afterlife. In this fantastical short fiction, two famous historical figures meet up in the Afterlife to help…
The Stories That Matter: Teaching History with Catholic Principles
My earliest memories are hinged upon the love of stories. In time, I discovered that the same story-driven essence present in tales that enraptured me as a child was the undergirding of history, and it…
Reaching for the Sky: The Story of the Tuskegee Airmen and the Pilots of the Caribbean
As an American with a profound interest in the United Kingdom, among the things which fascinates me is the interplay of society and culture between our two countries. Going further as a black person, I…
In Memorium: My Dad “Spock”
My Dad – of blessed memory – passed away in February 2011 after a long and painful illness, a shadow of his former self. At the time, my children did not cry. Whether it was…
Riding with the Hunt
The leaves above me rustle and whisper, glints of golden sunlight filtering through an opulent canopy of orange and gold. Now and then, a creature scurries by in the undergrowth and fallen leaves.…
O Dayspring, Come: Frodo's Salvation through Mercy
When Frodo raises the star glass and cries out, “Hail, Eärendil, O Brightest of Stars!” he invokes a history of which, with Sam, he is now a major part. Throughout the history of Arda…
Love in a Time of Tigers: A St. Valentine's Day Reflection
Wal-Mart doesn’t die out at 11 pm on February 13th. I was in there last night and found it crawling with men bearing hunted expressions in their eyes and chocolate in their carts and…