“My precious, I write to you with a heart full of serenity, for the mere thought of you stills my otherwise bustling day. Countless clouds have gone past the sky since I last breathed in the aroma of your company. And what charming days were those spent walking beside you along the silent stream of spring. I have missed you with each morning and every sunset and would do all in my power to see you...

Fear had set in her heart… She lay in the darkness, motionless – but the pattern of her breathing gave away her peaceful demeanor – ragged, semi-awake. She turned on her side to emit a series of hacking coughs. The form shifted back into its original position, having emitted an SOS through Morse code – each cough followed by a jerky ragged breath. The room was pitched in reassuring...

I awoke early that morning. The fog still hung low over the lake. The sun rising slowly over the mountains. While the morning dew still held it’s place on each blade of grass. Millions of tiny diamonds reflecting the sun; scattering its light in all directions. The birds chirped there songs in the distance. Letting all the world know the morning had arrived, and the world was once again free...

When someone asks you a question, do you measure how long it takes them too respond? The tone in there voice, pitch, intensity, volume? Do any of these things register with you? Which syllables are stressed, and which are not? Should those syllables have been stressed? Would I have stressed those syllables? Did there voice drop in volume when answering there question? Did they speed through there long...

e-book by Chris Cade Review by Keith Beasley Spiritual Stories may be a comparatively new genre, but as more and more of us seek for meaning in our lives, it’s an important and rapidly growing one. It’s also one that really enables and encourages those new to writing to have a go: it’s healing and it’s liberating. In this guide, Chris clearly and enthusiastically helps us to create . . . and...