Timarie Friesen Writes
short stories about the global church


 

Most of the robins flew off soon as the ground froze.

These last weeks my mom led us through the country she adored, and I followed along reluctantly.

I make a U-turn. The driving today tires me. Miles of Iowa roads shuffling kids to sports and summer activities equal a road trip to...

Utilize strong verbs to make adverbs unnecessary. Try the writing prompt.

Update: Fathom Magazine published my poem in Issue 44, September 2021. “Let’s not,” I say, As I hand the shell back. “I don’t want a...

Marla carried the washtub into the kitchen when her toe caught the leg of a chair. Metal clanged after water spilled, but somehow she...

How does a writer tell a story if they can’t think of one to tell? Sometimes I write poems for lack of a plan. Poetry gets words on...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Art and creativity transpire when a farmer tames the land, an eye doctor restores sight, a widow comforts another widow, a computer...

"From Flora" (Short Story Title) Flora buzzed the doorbell a third time and looked up at Mrs. Savellini’s three-story home. The roof...

"The Catalog" (Short Story Title) When the Breck’s catalog arrived, Mrs. Savellini lifted it out of her mailbox and started thumbing...

Flora opened her door and there stood Mrs. Savellini frowning in the frozen morning. “It’s your responsibility to shovel the sidewalk,...

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...

Ezra’s eyes follow the lines that look like seafoam green waves. Warm periwinkles and grays mix into the pattern, but it never moves....

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...

The cat’s glowing eyes followed Celestina as she flapped her green wings and circled the room. Darkness surrounded the tiny dragon except...

I pondered over the title, “Resolution Road,” for January 1st, with a clean, fresh path stretching ahead. When I snapped the photo on my...