Category Archives: lit

Katie and Siciley V3: No Greater Love

by Angela Santistevan

She couldn’t stop grinning. Unaware of the fact that she was, Katie also couldn’t stop singing. It was one of the songs the Sheriff liked so much, “Everyday it’s getting closer, mmm hmm, it’s getting closer, going faster than a roller coaster…” She couldn’t help herself, Katie was over the top on this one, she was practically bursting with anticipation. “What a day!” Katie had to get on her tiptoes to sit on her bike, after that it was cake, just balancing and pedaling. She didn’t concern herself at all about stopping and how that would all work out.

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Creativity and Making Art Today: Wisdom or Folly?

 

by Eleanor Parker Sapia

“It is very interesting that foolish people make the world what it is, and wise people have to live in it. Foolish people can create disasters, but they cannot endure them; wise people do not cause them, but they can endure them. One of the proofs of wisdom is the fact it can survive the shock and stress of change and the shock and stress of error. There is something immortal about wisdom because wisdom can live in an environment where stupidity cannot exist. Wisdom possesses a certain immortality. A wise person can live in a world as it is, regardless of what that world may be, regardless of the religions and philosophies, or absence of them, regardless of the intemperances and intolerances. That which is truly wise flows continuously and placidly on its way, unmoved in itself by any of the changes which affect and afflict that which is unwise.”

~ Manly P. Hall

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Katie and Siciley V1: The Preacher’s Daughter

We have a new short fiction series for you by Angela Santistevan. We hope you enjoy it.

-Allie

It was real.  Awful.  Unfathomable.  And, the most real moment, Katie, at the tender age of twelve, had ever lived through.  Katie couldn’t help but feel that what she had just done, as awful as it was, couldn’t compare to the awfulness that her life-time best friend in the world, Siciley, had lived through every time that this woman, lying on the river bank, half in the water, had done to her over and over again.

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A Stone Skipped V2: Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child

by Cheryl Vollmar

It’s taken a long time to fully understand why my mother raised me the way she did. She’d grown up being beaten and raped in a home that was backwards, backwoods, and even more religious than the home she built with my father. Religious applies loosely because my grandfather was a minister who didn’t always practice what he preached. Mother was made to cook, clean, and wait on her family like a servant. Her father believed a woman belonged at home rearing the children and taking care of the home, so she was not allowed the luxury of an education past the age of sixteen when she was old enough to get a job. She also met my father that year; he was thirty-eight at the time. My grandfather thought my dad had money because he drove a little sports car, and happily gave her away in marriage just ten days after she turned seventeen. I was born two years later. She went from being a child to being a wife and then a mother before most girls her age had even completed their first year in college. She hadn’t had the opportunity to date, or get to know herself like most people do in their late teens and twenties. She didn’t know what the world was like outside of her little bubble of home and church life, and never learned how to survive on her own. She was raising me as best she could only with the resources and examples she had from her own parents, and those resources were twisted and absolutely insane.

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Facebook Messenger is not a Bookstore

by J.C. Hannigan

I am both an author and an avid reader. I am also the mother of two small children. Naturally family comes first to me. As an author, I don’t have a whole lot of time that isn’t dedicated to my work after my family’s needs are met. When I do get a slice of extra time, of course I love to read.

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