Sojourner, dear wanderer, looking to the sky, wondering at the message you can’t demystify. Do the stars speak? Does the answer leak from the twisting stars and ink to answer why?
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Story Embers
Story Embers was run by a group of Christian writers and editors who were committed to glorifying God with excellent craftsmanship. We accepted article, poetry, and short story submissions from a number of Christian storytellers around the world. You can peruse posts from contributing audience members below.
The Lord Is in Control
Like a sheep, wandering, hopeless, Lord, I walk through the valley; Such a wayward child, going the wrong way. Like a shepherd, You search for me despite my failings; Like a father, You’re ever near me every day.
I Hear a Song
I hear a song ringing at every corner of the earth, rung out from every human heart. A quartet, a chorus, full in every part, but empty; rich with every swell, and yet it wanders, imperfect in its beauty—flawed even in the depths of each new chord.
3 Ways Hunger Games Engages Readers with Foreshadowing
A scene pauses for a moment on a scrap of paper tucked beneath a chair. A hero feels uneasy as the last-ditch plan against the villain is set into motion. Foreboding music plays as a young woman takes a shortcut through the park late at night. All of the above are examples of foreshadowing, which is a literary device that allows writers to hint at future events without hitting readers over the head.
Dear Rose
Dear Rose, Why do you quiver when the breeze brushes against your face? Does the wind scare you? You protect yourself with thorns, but why? Is beauty so much a curse that you choose to hide?
First Place Winner: Backstays of the Sun
He only sees white. White walls, white countertop at the front desk, white tiles beneath his feet. Sturdy white sneakers belonging to doctors and nurses clip-clop across the floor. They wear blue, like splinters of the sky cascading through the hallways.
A True Man
For many years, I’ve stood alone; I’ve watched the world grow old and gray; I’ve seen the lands around me fail; I’ve viewed events both wild and fey.
Gold
Life changes in a moment; In a heartbeat the color fades. Sunbeams chase the shadows and are gone with the laughter. Grief, in the darkness, in the cold, in the view when the sun is gone.
Mask
I sit with twiddling thumbs, Always wondering if it’s done. What more could I add? Is its countenance too sad? I rub my thumb over the scar on the left cheek, That fake story about the fall I had that one week.
Fruit Loops
The phone rings four times, but Mom doesn’t pick up. She knows it’s me. Probably wishes it wasn’t. I cross all the fingers on my left hand, gnawing my lip until it bleeds. Please answer. The receiver clicks.
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