My first very short story published by Grace Publishing in 2017. The editor's challenge for acceptance into Grace's Short and Sweet, Too compilation, was the requirement for all stories to be under 300 words, and restricted to single syllables. I finally learned how to write much tighter! Hoping you enjoy this story. swordoftruth-3Download
The Forbidden Gift by Debra TorresMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThe Forbidden Gift, was my first experience reading Amish fiction. I enjoyed being educated and immersed in aspects of their culture. If you like stories of redemption, reconciliation, and suspense, I highly recommend this novel. Well done!View all my reviews
When I’m in the grip of fear, grief, or pain—I raise my hands to pray and sing. First my flesh bows, I force out words, as I fret from the weight on my heart. I shift my load to His open, pierced palms, where my thoughts are safe from harm. On the edge of that... Continue Reading →
Easter Sunday, Short Story
#creeklife #wildlifelovers #wildlifeseekers My childhood was spent in a small-town setting in the country. Our home was situated 15 feet from a year-round creek on a narrow logging road running through a canyon. The creek led to the best pond around. On my walk home from the bus stop every day, I’d search for animals. Unwanted... Continue Reading →
With the gray, stormy sea surging toward Eliza and Grace at Cobh harbor, (AKA-Queenstown, Ireland) and darker gray clouds above them, the two women were reluctant to exit their rented mini-van. Grace stared at the wind, and the wet, spattered window. "Are you sure we can only see the museum today? What's next on our... Continue Reading →
The cash register’s bell dinged as Joyce shut the drawer. She turned to Judy. “Tomorrow’s blind date with Ray won’t work. I have an emergency dental appointment. I broke a tooth.” Joyce pointed to her molar. “No!” Judy’s dark eyes flashed. “You can’t cancel again! I’ve worked six months to set this up…just go anyway.... Continue Reading →
In my bedroom, I continued my morning of packing. "I dreamed about moving boxes last night, honey." I called out, then coughed, and wiped the drops of sweat from under my bangs, between taping up the umpteenth brown, cardboard, square thing. The word, "box," had choked me. Out in the living room, an object dragged... Continue Reading →
Monkey Falls, A Short Story from My Family Stories
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