Month: November 2014

Fiction 101 (12) – Point of View by Janice L. Dick


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Point of view can be a tricky subject. Basically, it refers to how we decide to relate our story, the perspective from which we see it. Which character(s) will communicate the story most effectively? Do we want to tell the story from one person’s perspec Read More

What are You Reading? by Brenda J. Wood


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As you will read, Brenda sat down to write something much different but felt God had a word of encouragement for each o Read More

Showing or Telling by Carolyn Wilker


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A student wrote a story about a memory from her childhood when she went on a walk by herself. Fascinated by the water that flowed in the ditch alongside the road near her home, she got into mud and was stuck. She didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, her parents were not too far Read More

The Greatest Day of My Life by Jack Popjes


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    It happened at sundown. My wife and I, with our three preschool daughters, had just arrived and were staying with some missionary friends in their home on the edge of a small Brazilian town. At dusk I went outside to cool off. I looked over the fields below the house where a Read More