Nick had asked him how someone so smart could do something so stupid. He knew he was supposed to let the puppy out every hour for the first few weeks, but even when his phone alerted him, he would turn off the ringer and work for another two or three minutes. Thirty minutesContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
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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 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”
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 