Every once in a while, I read a book and am whisked away by how good it is. Normally, a fiction author can transport me to another world, another place. But Neil Pasricha's new book, You Are Awesome: 9 Secrets to Getting Stronger and Living an Intentional Life, rises above other self-care books most helpfully.
Toynbee's Gate: Free Short Story
Looking for a free sci-fi short story? Here’s my story Toynbee’s Gate. I hope you enjoy it!
I would not give up. I refused to allow Cardinal Giacomo to intimidate me with his piercing stare and deep, booming voice. To help me focus, I had declined a chair and knelt before the Cardinal’s desk on the marble floor, clenching my rosary beads in my folded hands. The metal crucifix, jabbed into my palm, heightened my discomfort, but I would not break. For my brother’s sake, I couldn’t.
Lost (Cinderella's Secret Witch Diaries): An Anatomy of a Scene
Ever wonder how people deal with a broken heart? As an author of more than 11 books, I have written my share of heartache and loss. Come along and read a scene from my book Lost: Cinderella’s Secret Witch Diaries and I’ll walk you through the anatomy of the scene and the meaning behind it. The Cinderella we grew up with might be a happy ever after story, but my retelling of the Cinderella fairy tale is more complicated and darker than that…
Free Short Story: Such Sinners We Are
I've been writing a long, long time and I wanted to share with you a free short story entitled "Such Sinners We Are." This little gem holds a special place in my heart. I grew up in the Catholic faith and this story is a complicated one as I wanted to explore what self-sacrifice and love is all about. I had a lot of fun writing this story and hope you enjoy it!
Free Cinderella Short Story: Under the Dark Gray Clouds
The following Cinderella story takes place about 10 years before the events in Lost (book 1 in the Cinderella’s Secret Witch Diaries series). I hope you enjoy!
Under the Dark Gray Clouds
Cinderella held her head high and stood by her father. The rain came down heavy, incessant, as though the sound of the rain drops hitting the frozen ground could erase, or at least numb, the pain.
