The White Cobra: The Lair of the Cobra

We pushed our way through the shattered city. All around us were the signs of a race without hope, an entire nation devoid of both love and life. "Is this what they saw at Pompeii?" I wondered. Men and women both, dead before they died.

Pray for Iran and Iraq

Death toll from Sunday night's earthquake was being reported as upwards of 300 in Iran alone, as of 4:00 pm local time.  Lord God, watch over Your children and keep Your people safe.  Let their hope through this crisis testify to Your Son's power and His deliverance.  In Jesus' own most holy Name, let it… Continue reading Pray for Iran and Iraq

The Wolf’s Cry: Chapter Two

Were those footsteps?  He hid himself behind a massive oak—greater than any he had seen in Europe.  The trunk was more than five feet in diameter, and smelled musty—very musty.  He could almost smell the centuries of age in the bark. But there were the footsteps again!  This time he was sure of it.  He peered out around the trunk...

Done Honorably, This is Always Worthwhile

http://www.artofmanliness.com/2017/10/30/adoption-101-options-process/ Take care of the widow and the orphan...

More Bedtime Stories for All-Night Reading

Ladies and gentlemen, and scoundrels of all ages, this is the page for the stories. 

The Wolf’s Cry, Chapter One

"I'm wondering if there isn't a connection between this Viking’s appearance and our man's disappearance." "Yes, but I still don't know.  It's all...so...well, I don't know.  So unusual..."

Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” AIR A Song of Taliessin While walking out under the greenwood fair […] via… Continue reading Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.

Bedtime Stories to Read All Night

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The Legend of Gnat Bunker: An American Tall Tale.

It was a slow day in 1871...

What now?

This is a blog of, from, and occasionally about the undomesticated mind of one Josh Griffing, an artist and would-be SF/F writer with more book-learning than sense and the opinions to match.