Knitters Strive

“Yeah, maybe.  Let’s talk about something else.  Are you done with your swatch, Ainsling?”

Ainsling held up her square of knit work, the third attempt at reaching the correct gauge.  She laid it down and set a special ruler over it to count the stitches horizontally and vertically.  Finally, she got gauge!

 “Cool!  So, if I follow the instructions, it will be a perfect fit, right?”

Many of the knitters around them giggled. 

Ainsling looked at them quizzically.

“Well, that’s not always how it works out, but it’s the best way to aim for the goal.  Knitters strive to get gauge but—I know I’ve said it before and I will say it again—knitting keeps you humble,” Ellen chuckled.

-The Red Cloak, Days of the Guardian Vol. 2

 


 

It is all for the bright!

D. Marie Prokop

Paralyzed

 I watch the van pull away. An eager voice from behind me sings, “Can I have your autograph?” I’m about to refuse when I feel a prick in my neck. I collapse into a heap of striped spandex and leather onto the cold sidewalk.

I hear and see everything around me, but I’m paralyzed.

-Tigress


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His Biggest Fans Were Sheep

  “Let me tell you about another loser God used—his name was David.  He was young and scrawny and musical.  In fact, this artsy dude was one of the first true singer/songwriters.  Of course, his biggest fans were sheep.”—eyeroll—“No one thought he was anything special, even his own family.  He was a loser in the world’s eyes.  But God used that loser to slay a giant.  God can use you, too!”

Dude, I don’t even own a slingshot,” I joke under my breath to Kayla.

On The Outward Appearance



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Not a Naïve Little Girl

“Dr. Griffin, do you understand the importance of impressing Commander Chen?”

The dark-haired neurosurgeon scoffed at his short, scowling companion.

“Before this meeting is over, Comrade Chen will be eating out of my palm.”

This time, it was Dr. Feng who scoffed.

“You are a fool.  Chen Changxing is a Chinese soldier—not a naive teenage girl.”

“Oh, I’m a fool, am I?  Then maybe you should try and perform this surgery without my guidance.  I’m sure you’re talented enough to figure it out on your own.  Wait—weren’t you the one who spent years trying to figure out the error in my father’s formula without ever coming close to the answer?  Who was the only one able to succeed?  Me!

-The Red Knot, Prologue


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