Photo by Mark Frost from Pixabay In my young adult years, I met a couple at my church who ministered to teen runaways at a shelter in downtown Hollywood. The wife told me stories of how the runaways had been enslaved into prostitution. She also told me of many victories over demons. My short work below … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Spiritual Warrior
Ascending It’s cold underwater. Holding my breath, watching the bubbles bloat and pop in front of me before rising to the surface, I float in the deep. The sun sparkles from beyond the water’s surface, bright yellow, warm, golden. And I know he is also there, so close and yet so far away. I hadn’t … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ascending
Signs of Spring by Madison Wheatly I’ve lost him. At last. Jumping a fence, I was swallowed up by shadows of the towering timbers beyond my foster family’s backyard. Overhead, a nor’easter surged, dumping a good foot of snow over central Maine. It was the worst storm of the year, and I was running away, … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Signs of Spring
This is a repost from the original Delia Talent, Christian Creative blog. It's contains a testimony and story that moved me so much I wanted to share it again on the new blog so that others could experience it as well. Click here or the title below to read the post: Madison Wheatley, Writer: When God Gives … Continue reading Flash Fiction by Madison Wheatley
(Reblog) A flash fiction story for Easter originally posted on the original Delia Talent blog.
Three years later, this is how it ended. Conspiracy. Betrayal. Bitter lashes, lacerated skin. A lonely walk towards an ugly hill.
A road that stopped at the cross.
Darkness was growing, invisible to human eyes but thick like oil to celestial senses. A living, twisted manifestation of evil, it curled and writhed in the spaces between the masses of people, inflaming, pulsing; subverting reason and compassion. Rendering the degenerate heart of Men into a furnace.
Put him on the cross!
Destroy him who claims to be the Son of God!
Hands shoved and tore at the man at the centre of it all. Rocks fell to his left and to his right. Thorns from a mocking crown dug into his flesh. Dripping blood burned his eyes and seeped into his mouth.
Tell us the truth! Are you the Son of God?
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Flash fiction: a Behind the Scenes look at the Cross…Click on the link to read At Last, my flash fiction in honor or Easter.