Isaiah 35:8 (ESV)
I was a child walking in the Way of Holiness when I saw the figures carved in stone, some distance from the path. One was reclining on its side and the other standing. To stop and look seemed but a little delay from my journey.
Isaiah 35:8 (ESV)
I was a child walking in the Way of Holiness when I saw the figures carved in stone, some distance from the path. One was reclining on its side and the other standing. To stop and look seemed but a little delay from my journey.
His pick seemed heavier than a few minutes ago, and his arms were going to fall off. His head was in a whirl. The dark dirt pressed in around him. Looking up, he could see the pale sky so far above him. The mouth of this hole must be a mile above him, he thought. He had dug so far, so long, so consistently. Where was the water? He’d been picking away at this bed of rebellious rock as long as he could stand it, and now his neck and shoulders felt shattered.
This story does not have a happy ending. This story is a bit of truth about all of us, unless we know The Truth that sets us free from ourselves.
I didn’t proofread this. So. Please forgive me.
So, I honestly don’t know what this is supposed to be. It started out as a random thought and then I got three pages into it and began to wonder where it was headed.
This bit of writing was inspired by another sister. We were driving to work one morning when we got to talking about things like… you know… Narnia. 😉
So, this is something completely different. So completely different that I’m not sure how to preface it. But, I wrote it spur of the moment and now I’m not sure what it turned into. It made people smile anyhow, so that’s encouraging don’t you think?
HOLD IT HOLD IT! Before you scroll past this and get to the little snippet of a story let me beg your pardon first. This is, in fact, quiet undeniably, another small story set in wartime. Please, please, I sincerely beg your pardon.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve gone and written a piece of fan fiction based on one of my favorite nonexistent places. The Shire. This little bit of writing was inspired by another writing prompt from a dear sister. She asked me to write about “what I thought was going on in the Shire between the time that the Black Riders came through and the time that Saruman decided to create his headquarters there.”
That is actually quite a bit of time to cover in one small snippet… and so you might find another piece pop on my blog at a later date set in a similar time, just covering different events.
But for now, here it goes! I’m risking my reputation by tampering with Tolkien’s world. But at least I had a bit of fun while doing it.
P. S. I’ve never seen the movies… so be gracious… 😉
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