She pulled her sweater firmly around her body and sat next to him on the porch steps. They looked out at the sleeping neighborhood. The sky was slowly brightening on their right, and the city was beginning to stir. “Can you feel it yet?” he asked. She shook her head. “How longContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
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Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
It was isolated, dark, and warm as he walked down the trail. The lake was on his left, gray and moving rapidly, tipped with white. On his right, a thicket rambled along the trail, hemming him in. The branches trembled in the breeze, and dead leaves skidded across the pavement in front of him. ThereContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
“Ray, I can go. You don’t have to do this.” “At least till the rain stops,” she said, opening the door wider. He made to follow her, but she stopped him. “You don’t want to leave that outside,” she said, gesturing toward the Rimshot. “Set it down in here. Anywhere is fine,” sheContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
Together, they walked out the glass doors of Carver on to the steaming concrete, which glittered in the early evening sun. He squinted and put on the sunglasses she’d bought for him. She nodded with approval. “I told you they’d look good on you.” He turned around and glanced at his reflection inContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He took a seat next to her in the cafeteria. He did it with studied ease, pulling out the chair and sitting as if he’d done it a thousand times. Of course, he had pulled out a chair and sat in it a thousand times, perhaps ten thousand times. But this was no time forContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol
The September sun peeked out from behind the gray clouds, tossing an errant ray through the conference room window as people filed in for the morning meeting. Reagan sat across the table, scribbling a note as the beam of sunshine lit her hair in a gold-tipped silhouette. Eric sat next to him and asked himContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 2 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol
He didn’t usually seek his big brother’s advice on girls. Not that Nick was ignorant on the subject. Indeed, he seemed to know everything. All Casper needed was a nudge, and maybe a few pointers on finesse. He had already made up his mind that he was going to do it. He was going toContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 2 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol”
Exactly what I want to hear.
When I was in eighth grade, my mom gave me a book for Christmas that changed my life. At Home in Mitford, by Jan Karon. It’s unlikely that I was in Ms. Karon’s target audience, seeing as the protagonist of her bestselling Mitford series is a sixty-something Episcopalian clergyman with a penchant for sherry, meatloaf,Continue reading “Exactly what I want to hear.”
His world was enchanted.
An excerpt from my novel, Though I Make My Bed in Sheol. The bitter days of winter breezed by in a golden haze. Before he knew it, the steely sky thawed into tender blue, and the damp black trees began to shyly dress themselves in veils of green, white, and pink. His world was enchanted.Continue reading “His world was enchanted.”
Katie Bertola 