glimpses shared by our authors
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- The following is Willie's first entry in the journal we created for him on an old laptop we loaned him. It's rather unsophisticated, and doesn't paint a pleasant picture ... read more -
No one really talks about God anymore. I’m not surprised. My mother used to tell me that God has (had?) a plan for everyone, but I started finding that even ... read more -
That one, too. She also referred to that one a lot, and that’s where I got my name: Samuel. Samuel, a permanent emblem of God’s work and his plan for ... read more -
Food would be scarce these days if there were more people that ate it. Some people I’ve met on the roads have told me that the human population has dropped ... read more -
Yardley. It’s a small town in Pennsylvania bordering the Delaware River, separating the state from New Jersey. Right around the area George Washington crossed the Delaware that famous Christmas during ... read more -
We each had weapons, but a horde of Blighted can’t be stopped with baseball bats or movie replica swords alone. We fought them back until they found the side windows ... read more -
"Baby, no. Baby, no!" sobbed Steve. I could see him twisting the ring on his finger as he put together the enormity of the situation. "I know what has to ... read more -
"It's probably a deer or something." "How confident are you? Should we send someone out to get it?" "I am never going to be confident enough to make that call." ... read more -
And I’m alone again. At least it’s not raining. It’d be impossible to hear Tim if it were raining. Though, he probably wouldn’t have gone out if it’s raining. Then ... read more -
I can’t help but think of what Tim was like before this. Was he always this serious? Not that I mind it; it’s certainly for my benefit. Even in the ... read more
