Reading Fiction for Well Being

Born Hungry for Stories Before she can speak, an infant's cry expresses her yearning. A loving voice swaddles the new soul. The words may come with music or the mere sound of turning pages, but they capture her heart and mind either way. The child quiets, listens, grows calm. As if…

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Lethean Shroud: A 1st Draft Snippet

Rayanna jammed the key into the squad car's ignition. Grantham dove into the seat behind her as voracious snarls neared his doorway and overtook the waking engine's whine. She twisted to glance back. The officer croaked, "Go." Arms smeared in muck and blood, he slammed his door with a crunch and…

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The Snow Angel, Part Nine

Hickory and poultry scents wove through the neighborhood's brisk air as Amber lifted her cherub-faced daughter from the car. White flecks floated aimlessly on the breeze, dotting their cheeks with chilly kisses. A flake landed on Angela's long, dark lashes. "Whassat?" She blinked at her mother and pointed a chubby finger…

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Heroes, Heroines, and Winners

When does a character transform into a hero? The valiant peasant dreams of conquering the evil oppressing her people. Ill-equipped, untested, and devoid of status. She faces impossible odds. Obstacles loom in her path. Enemies beat her back. The adventure scars her body and robs her of companions. Allies urge her…

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Heroes, Heroines, and Winners

When does a character transform into a hero? The valiant peasant dreams of conquering the evil oppressing her people. Ill-equipped, untested, and devoid of status. She faces impossible odds. Obstacles loom in her path. Enemies beat her back. The adventure scars her body and robs her of companions. Allies urge her…

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Author Interview: The Spindle Chair

Shellie, thanks for joining us today at Divine Encouragement. I am excited to introduce readers to your ministry and writing. Tell us about your marriage ministry and why you felt led to write a novel. Tina, I appreciate the opportunity to connect with your Divine Encouragement readers. My burden is for…

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The Worry Curse, Part Seven

Coats swished into the hall as hours robbed natural rays from the cubicle hive. Electronics and clicking keys fell silent, leaving her alone under the intensifying hum of bile-hued lights. Laina┬ápecked away at her report until the screen blurred. She blinked and strained her eyes to type the conclusion. Send. Tight…

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The Worry Curse, Part Seven

Coats swished into the hall as hours robbed natural rays from the cubicle hive. Electronics and clicking keys fell silent, leaving her alone under the intensifying hum of bile-hued lights. Laina┬ápecked away at her report until the screen blurred. She blinked and strained her eyes to type the conclusion. Send. Tight…

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The Worry Curse, Part Five

Bitter chills swept over Laina's skin. She tightened her scarf for the fourth time as she strolled down the deserted sidewalk. Gusts howled through the alleys and rippled across inky street puddles. She snapped her attention to scuffling behind her. Litter tumbled and skidded across the concrete. She quickened her pace…

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