FRIDAY FICTION: Isabella (89 Words)

The dried golden grass crunched under her feet as she walked the cemetery. Inadvertently, she stumbled upon the hidden resting place on the grounds of the deteriorating manor. 

The stone birdbath, worn out by time and weather, still stood peacefully on the first plot. The angel, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, tilted her head softly as if to bring one ear closer to heavenly whispers. Her feathered wings, carved with intricate detail, surrounded the welcoming bath for God’s creation.

Etched into the base was only a name: Isabella

FRIDAY FICTION: Shadows (21 Word Story)

The shadows of love lost still sit centered on the glass table. A beautiful, contradicting reminder of the illusion of trust.

AWAKE, MY SOUL

Awake, my soul

from restless sleep.

Stir my heart –

inviting His presence.

Arouse my mind,

evoking His Word.

Awake, my soul

from the darkest depths.

Stir my heart

with love abounding.

Arouse my mind –

remembering His promises.

© 2022 Raelyn Pracht 

FRIDAY FICTION: 10 Word Story

I have decided to try something new. On Fridays, I will use a random number generator to come up with how many words my story should be. Doing these specific word count exercises has helped me clean up my writing.

If you would like to join in this adventure, post your story in the comment or put a link in your own story to ping it back here. I will be using a photo to prompt my story, but feel free to use any photo you would like. Here it goes . . .

Living off the grid, they established a new, peaceful life.

Throwback Thursday: Short Story (2021 First Paragraph)

The previous year hadn’t been kind to her. Her hope and persistent self-preaching led her to believe that the new year would be different. It would hold a kinder story. However, the first two weeks had already fired the first shot in the battle raging within her – the battle between reality of this world and the faith in a God who was seemingly bigger than it all.

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