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Blog postI adopted my dog, Fox, in August of 2004. We've been through a lot since then. I taught him how to trust, as well as several commands and tricks, and I found out dogs can give us a tiny glimpse into our relationship with God. As Fox is growing older, and my time with him draws ever closer to an end, I'd like to share a little of what he taught me.
1. When dogs get loose, they often like to start a game of chase. The more you run after them, the farther they go. They don't understand -
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Blog postKim stared at the flashing emergency light on her watch. It seemed as though time stood still. For Chelsea to have declared an emergency meant serious trouble, and Kim suspected Vanessa was behind it. She looked at Dr. Radik, expecting answers to unspoken questions.
“Kim, Juan, I want you to stay here.” Dr. Radik hurried toward Melvin, the orange dragon who crouched nearby. “Melvin, will you …?”
“Of course, I’ll take you wherever you need to go. Get on.” The dragon lowe -
Blog postVanessa sat cross-legged on the Persian rug with her eyes closed. The crystal glowed in her hands as images passed through her mind—snippets of dreams from napping islanders. Most appeared harmless, some even pleasant. A few took darker turns, but she found them disappointing. And then there it was—an entity so sinister it made her cringe. She memorized the details, broke from her trance, and picked up the phone. She entered a familiar number.
After four rings, the answering machine -
Blog postAs an author and fantasy writer, I create my own worlds with characters I come to love. They move through the story as I want them to (though sometimes the story seems to take on a life of its own), and they often face hardships in order to accomplish their ultimate goals.
God is the author of our lives. He created us, and He loves us. I believe it hurts Him when we suffer, but He sees the big picture – the entire story. He knows what’s best. Does this mean I think He causes sufferi -
Blog postSeventeen-year-old Lumina wondered what it would feel like to ride a comet and fly across the galaxy like her brothers did, but girls weren’t permitted to. Comet riders sometimes died, and the nation of Galena couldn’t afford to lose any of their few remaining females. Lumina could only stare at the stars and dream that one day she too would soar among them.
“Hey, sis!” Lumina’s older brother called as he hauled himself onto the ledge where she lay.
“Hi, Jacom. Congrats -
Blog postAlex P. Huntington III changed into a blue T-shirt and a pair of jeans, ran a comb through his hair, and checked his reflection. The shirt accentuated his brown eyes, so he decided it was a good choice. Then he packed his bags and loaded them in the car with his laptop.
He drove until he reached his log cabin in the Catskills. The brick chimney and wrap-around porch gave it a welcoming feel, but Alex seldom invited guests. And today he didn't even pay attention to the scenic view as -
Blog postThe unnatural darkness in Alex’s cabin permeated his senses. It smelled of rot and decay. It brushed against his skin like fine cobwebs, and other than his pounding heart, all sound was subdued.
“Bromley, what have you done?” Alex swallowed hard. He felt as though the darkness would smother him. “This is no ordinary power outage.”
“Relax, Alex. Outside the sun continues to shine and birds sing. Let your mind picture it for a moment, and the atmosphere I have created wil -
Blog postFar from Pesadilla Island, Alexander P. Huntington gripped a leather case as he wove his way along the crowded sidewalk. Vehicles rolled by, filling the air with their noise and fumes. He bumped shoulders with a pedestrian who suddenly stopped to take a picture of a storefront.
If there’s one thing I can count on in the City, it’s the tourists. He rolled his eyes. They’re everywhere.
A few more strides brought him to the front of a little coffee shop, and he brea -
Blog postJuan and Derek carried the immobilized version of Travis through headquarter entrance. Behind them, Kim walked with her head bowed. Juan longed to comfort her, but he wasn’t sure what to say.
How is a person supposed to deal with losing a loved one twice? Juan stopped as Derek reached the next door. They moved aside to let Chelsea go by so she could open it. Lord, Kim’s hurting in ways I can’t imagine. The fact she pulled the trigger to immobilize Travis herself doesn’t help. I see -
Blog postContinued from TRAVIS: Part 1 ...
Kim sat straight up on the van's passenger seat. From here, she could see the abandoned factory's dark entrance. Do we truly have a second chance at saving Travis, or will this end in more heartache? Only one way to find out.
“Kim, did events unfold in your nightmare the exact same way as we experienced them?” Derek asked.
“Yes.” Kim’s stomach clenched, forcing bile to her throat. She swallowed. “What are you -
Blog postChelsea followed Derek, Kim and Juan into the lab Dr. Radik had reserved for their use. Her nose wrinkled as she entered. Though the place appeared clean and organized, the pungent aromas of various chemicals lingered in the air. A gas chromatograph with mass spectrometer and computer took up a portion of the countertop space, and a fume hood occupied another corner. There was also a decontamination unit with a separate exit in case an unknown substance from a dream-creature proved hazardous.
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Blog postDr. Radik sank onto the office chair and placed his elbows on the polished desk, trying to release his tension. He had gone over the reports concerning the fire, and they worried him. According to the usual rules as to what dreams became reality, the incident never should’ve happened. No one had died, but it had been too close. The phone rang and jarred his thoughts. He grimaced when the caller ID showed a blocked number, but he picked up the receiver.
“Hello, Vanessa,” he -
Blog postGENERAL DESCRIPTION OF SERIES
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Blog postIn this ongoing series, readers journey to an island where nightmares come true. Posted on a bi-monthly basis with no set dates. Sign up for my newsletter to be notified when new stories are available. Alex P. Huntington III - series of 3 stories about an author whose characters literally come to life. Will eventually continue in Dream Chasers Miscellaneous Short Stories may appear at
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As a fledgling writer, I've learned the world of publishing can prove very daunting. Traditional publishing involves sending out query letter after query in hopes of finding an agent, and even if one does take your novel on, there's no guarantee a publisher will. For this reason, many authors have decided to take matters into their own hands. While self-publishing does ensure a book will make it into the market (how successful it will be is another -
Blog postHave you ever stood at the edge of a cliff and wanted to fly? Imagine it with me. You cautiously approach the ledge, one step at a time. As you get closer, your feet shuffle forward inch by inch until you've reached the very brink of a sheer drop. You look down. Far below, you see a winding stream. It appears like nothing more than a pale ribbon glinting in the sun. The wind rushes up the side of the cliff and sweeps across your face as you peer into the chasm, and you long for wings to s
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Blog postIn the Fall of 2013 I decided to write a novel. Why? Because I didn't like where my life was at, but I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I would get bored. An idea hit. I figured if C.S. Lewis could write The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for his goddaughter, why couldn't I write a novel for my niece and nephew? Little did I know the journey this little thought would set me on.
I don't expect to ever be as talented as Lewis or match his level of skill, but I have learned a lo -
Blog postOne day I went for a walk in the park, and I happened across a beautiful swallowtail butterfly. It had velvety black wings with sapphire blue edges and the palest of yellow dots. When it landed nearby, I had to get a picture. I didn't think it would stay still long enough, but to my surprise it did. Not until after I lined up the lens did I notice the great tear in one wing. No wonder it stayed in place. It needed rest. However, what struck me more was the fact it could still fly.
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Blog postThere are places in life that comfort the soul, a respite from the chaotic world around us. Mine is under the Cottonwood tree. It's not just any Cottonwood, but a specific one. It stands tall and proud at the edge of a park. The sounds of traffic can be heard, dogs from nearby houses will bark, and people walk by, so it seems like an ordinary place. However, the stone bridge makes all the difference. No water flows under it, but it still draws my mind into reverie of distant lands and worlds go
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Blog postTo write a novel is like participating in a marathon. It takes a lot of preparation and dedication. Countless hours go into bringing the story to life. A good story will take time to tell. Some writers may spend hours a day working on their novel and have it done within months. Others will take years to complete the first draft of their manuscript. Many more will choose to give up long before they reach the end.
If you have decided to write a novel and feel frustrated as to how long
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