Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
Nico sighed as he sat back in his chair and tossed the pencil on the desk. Homework was so boring, and tests were particularly tedious. Why did Erik insist that he learn more despite the…
Nico and Erik found Francesca and Gino waiting for them at the wall. They quickly told the couple about the little girl and the old man still in the village, and the four set out…
“So, do you have an idea on how to get the three of us out in one piece?” asked Erik as he helped Nico into his pirate costume. “Not really, the biggest problem is that…
Samantha groaned yet again as her grandmother sat down in a chair with her embroidery. “Hush, Samantha, that's no way to act when we have company coming over.” “But does it have to include a…
The Sabbath finally arrived, and Nico could sense the tension grow taut like a tightrope between Francesca and Prospero, his sense no doubt heightened by his own chest twisting in anguish and concern. The guards…
“You did what?” Nico muttered angrily, his dark eyes flashing. Erik’s own eyes flashed in return. “You heard me. I let you sleep and went on a nightly excursion by myself, and I’ll do it…
Nico did feel rested enough by dinner that he could join Prospero’s party at the table, but that didn’t mean he relished the idea of being any sicker than he was already feeling from the…
The carriage clattered over the dirt road, taking them nearer to their destination. Erik attempted to get Nico to practice smiling, as he would be among the rich partygoers, a fact that only seemed to…
A soft tapping was heard at the door. Nico sighed, “Come in, Erik.” A skeleton of a man opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him as a spirit moaned through the…
Robert “Red” Randall sat down at a table close to the front of the cafe and took a quick sip of his cappuccino. It was still rather hot, so he let it sit a bit…
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