From Out of the Gravel
The vinca vine drank in the sunlight, and its leaves, once curled and parched, now looked like mini tea cups filled to the brim. Though...
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Timarie Friesen
Writing, Reading, Following Jesus
- Mar 19, 2021
Rather and Instead
While I enjoy writing blog posts, errors spring up and I find myself questioning the context of how something sounds. A few weeks ago, I...
- Mar 12, 2021
Songs from a Friday
The songs plop you down in the middle of Jerusalem the week before that first Easter. Golgotha is the title of the album, and the band is...
- Mar 5, 2021
Islands Away
Something floated on the water. Benny saw it as he swam in the bay not far from shore. It drifted away from him and headed out to sea. He...
- Feb 25, 2021
Art Museum
Art and creativity transpire when a farmer tames the land, an eye doctor restores sight, a widow comforts another widow, a computer...
- Feb 19, 2021
Neighbors' Noise - Part 3
"From Flora" (Short Story Title) Flora buzzed the doorbell a third time and looked up at Mrs. Savellini’s three-story home. The roof...
- Feb 12, 2021
Neighbors' Noise - Part 2
"The Catalog" (Short Story Title) When the Breck’s catalog arrived, Mrs. Savellini lifted it out of her mailbox and started thumbing...
- Feb 5, 2021
Neighbors' Noise - Part 1
Flora opened her door and there stood Mrs. Savellini frowning in the frozen morning. “It’s your responsibility to shovel the sidewalk,...
- Jan 29, 2021
New
The writer opens her journal. It’s new, brand new, and hand-crafted of real leather with her name stamped on the cover. It was a gift for...
- Jan 22, 2021
Fiction on Ice
Ezra’s eyes follow the lines that look like seafoam green waves. Warm periwinkles and grays mix into the pattern, but it never moves....
- Jan 15, 2021
Hope Along the Way
Edward Tulane is an unlikely friend. He doesn’t have a heart. Even though he means the world to Abilene, the girl who considers this toy...
- Jan 8, 2021
Celestina and the Storybook
The cat’s glowing eyes followed Celestina as she flapped her green wings and circled the room. Darkness surrounded the tiny dragon except...
- Jan 1, 2021
A Slow Reader and a Snowy Road
I pondered over the title, “Resolution Road,” for January 1st, with a clean, fresh path stretching ahead. When I snapped the photo on my...
- Dec 18, 2020
Tracing the Light
The clearance sign caught his attention, and he turned toward it. On a table lay a dozen or so ornaments, discounted with yellow...
- Dec 11, 2020
Lamplight and a Hook
I entered Charles Dickens' world of Victorian London with a lengthy audiobook that's taken more than a year to finish. The reader of this...
- Dec 4, 2020
Fiction on a Friday
Here's a short story I wrote titled, "Savannah's Gravity and Grace." It came from a writing prompt from the writers' group I belong to,...
- Nov 27, 2020
After the Harvest
I walked in an Iowa cornfield looking for leftover scraps. Whole, dried corncobs deter squirrels from climbing onto our bird feeder, so I...
- Nov 20, 2020
Not Intended for the Mouse
The mouse nibbled three holes and out spilled birdseed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting both food and warmth. But with masking tape I...
- Nov 13, 2020
For the Fine-Point Paintbrush
Other writers publish their books and have their stories read. The world tweets about it and buzzes with their words. I stand at a fork...
- Nov 6, 2020
Three French Hens and How They Made Her Laugh
I used to write about chickens. My mom had a coop full of fancy, French hens and they became characters in books I would create for her...
A Collection of Short Stories and Pieces
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