Chapter Five
Still Desperately Seeking a Title
Kenny stomped several times on the chancel floor with his right foot. “Yeah. It’s hollow underneath here,” he said.
The chancel only stood a foot and a half higher than the rest of the old church, so Mike added, “I don’t know how much space could actually be down there, but I’m curious.” Mike walked across the chancel floor, . . .
Chapter Four
Yeah, I still don't have a title for this thing.
Mike and Kenny heard the creak of the front door echo across the wooden floor as they opened it. As Mike felt on the wall for a light switch Kenny said, “I think if there was a treasure here someone would have found it. They did some renovations whenever someone had the bright idea of this being a museum.” When the Elm Avenue church was . . .
Chapter Three
My fictional work that still doesn't have a title.
Kenny still remembered how happy he was as a child when he would run up the stairs to the front porch of Elm Avenue Presbyterian’s parsonage when he’d come to spend a month with his grandparents in the summer. He’d climb up the five steps in three quick leaps to the big Victorian house porch and stretch on his tiptoes to take the front door . . .
Chapter Two
My, still, presently untitled work of fiction
“I’m telling you, there’s something to this. There’s enough stories floating around about the Thomasville Monster, something had to happen,” Mike said.
“You know what my Grandpa said?” Kenny replied. “He said the Thomasville Monster was for late nights at kids’ slumber parties when they told stories in the dark with a flashlight . . .
Chapter One
My Presently Untitled Story
I haven't written any fiction since I was in college. We'll see if I'm able to finish this, but here goes:
As he closed the heavy, almost medieval, door to the stone Presbyterian church Mike asked, “Is Kenny in?” Beatrice, Elm Avenue Presbyterian Church’s secretary since the 1960’s, watched the front desk of the church . . .
Be Nicer
I’m sure all this seemed like a good idea at the time. Most online articles (including this one) and social media posts have a way for readers to respond. “Let’s have this forum for people to share ideas and stories and then give a chance for others to add their thoughts and opinions” was probably the well-intentioned thinking from the early . . .
Envy is a Waste
Many years ago I struggled through a harder ministry, doing my best just to survive. Ministry always has its challenges, but this church was hard, and I was giving it all I had but still felt like I was failing. A new pastor started at a church down the road. That church was healthy and welcoming of new leadership. He began serving there, and . . .