Healing the Blind Man, by Yongsung Kim Aaron looked down the row of tired homes, his mind mired in both wonder and uncertainty. The ...

The boy watched her pray more times than he could remember. He often peaked from the doorway of her bedroom as she knelt carefully, the...

The young girl studied the old man’s weathered face as they stood on the broken stone steps leading to the water. She was certain this...

The young man pedaled his bicycle past the small farmhouse at least once each week for months before finally he finally stopped. There...

Lord, make me a mountain that I may withstand the wind and tower over adversity. And He said, the mountains suffer the wear of the wind...

i know some days are heavy, i know some nights are long. i hear your voice trembling, fighting to sing along. to a distant tune, a melody...

Henry’s pressure in his forehead, akin to a feeler migraine, remained intense. “Grief? What does that even mean?! Like the feeling that...

I will tell you something interesting about feelers. Their very existence and every natural part of the world they are in is essentially...

Dear Lucille, People are generally good. Even when ugliness rears its head in one's behavior, it is likely a product of heartache and...

Henry’s soul flickered. Like a collection of tired fluorescent lights teetering between reluctantly flashing on and giving up altogether....

Chapter 2 You might be wondering why, of all the feeler accidents across the world at any given moment, I was drawn so intently to this...

Somewhere in the space between a prayer and open sky. A familiar pull, it beckons me, and I close my tired eyes. A world turned bright;...

In an effort to encourage myself to finish this book, I'll be posting a chapter at a time on here to hold myself accountable. It is the...

Walter Neskin is terrified to begin the school year at Emerson Middle. He is quiet, awkward, and, despite his mother’s efforts to give...

The Young Shepherd watched as his uncle carefully selected two sheep to trade with the merchant. The boy was saddened to see that the two...

Dear Lucille, Grief cannot speak to any two people in the same exact way. Similarities are inevitable--but its capacities are vast. One...

Dear Boys, I have been thinking about a few things you inherited from me: 1. Poofy hair: It just sticks up no matter what you do. It...

Dear Lucille, Limit the unnecessary violence you intake. The world has it in spades, and it is easy to ingest it with little thought. Its...

He felt its rough bark against his hand, looking up at swaying branches and their leaves. “You’re tall and strong, just like he was. Will...

“Mother, tell me the story, once again, when the stone was rolled away. Of angels there, of the empty tomb, and the words you heard him...