by Nate Stevens | May 21, 2018 | Short Story
I’ve killed many men in battle. As a Roman soldier, I’ve honed the act of killing to an art of precision. You are present, I have a sword, you die. Direct, simple, efficient. I’ve taken so many lives, the fading light in dying eyes no longer haunts me. I now consider...
by Nate Stevens | Apr 1, 2018 | Short Story
His death was agonizing. A more vicious, inhumane demise was unimaginable. Yet, it happened as destined. With his last breath, as spirit separated from broken body, he whooshed through a darkened vortex of time engulfed by eternity. He landed in front of a formidable,...
by Nate Stevens | Oct 20, 2017 | Short Story
That He might present her to Himself a glorious church [bride], not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. (Ephesians 5:27, brackets added) Their courtship was long and difficult—but well worth the wait. He loved...
