Young Elsa’s Despair: A Frozen Poem
By Emily Geerling Word Count: 200 Rated: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: A frozen poem Here I am, on the floor, All alone in my room. Another day goes by; I can’t escape the…
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Happiness and Resolution: Lent as a Reset Button
Have you had anyone wish you a “Happy Lent?” It seems odd, because Lent is not commonly viewed as a happy time. It is that liturgical season during which we Catholics fast, abstain…
Sail Away: A Lord of the Rings Poem
The wind drifts across the sea Beckoning and calling me. Tugging on my Elven hair, It tries to draw me in. – The waves crash against the shore Seeming to my heart implore: Come and…
The Twelve Days of Christmas: Seemingly Secular, Actually Catholic!
The widely-sung carol “The Twelve Days of Christmas” seems very secular. At first glance, it is about someone whose true love has given them a variety of strange and extravagant gifts over the course…
A Movie Fan’s Dream: A Crossover Story
(Hidden in the random and ridiculous story below are sixteen movie titles. Can you find them all? [Hint: Titles may be spread across words and punctuation. Prefixes such as ‘The Lord of the Rings:’ and ‘Harry…
Intelligent Design Exists: A Summary of the Argument in “Darwin’s Black Box”
Everyone knows the story of how life began as a simple cell that formed by chance and gradually evolved into more complex organisms (aka “Macroevolution*”). Everyone also knows the story of how God created life…
Character Injustice: Underappreciated Figures in the Star Wars Universe
My pen name may be Frodo Baggins, but I am a huge Star Wars fan. I have the Star-Wars-themed keychains, pillows, and Barbie dolls to prove it. Don’t even get me started on my…
Enchantment: The Spell of Secondary Worlds
In his essay “On Fairy-Stories,” J.R.R. Tolkien discusses “a special skill, a kind of elvish craft” that is necessary to make a Fantasy world believable. He later calls this craft “Enchantment.” If you look up…
Where Are My Lembas?: A Lord of the Rings Poem
O where, O where have my lembas gone? O where, O where can they be?! I’ve looked in the sack and I’ve looked on the ground! O where, O where can they be?! – O…