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Showing posts with label There's More. Show all posts
Showing posts with label There's More. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Reprint of a Judith Marshall Interview
Monday, December 15, 2014
Senior But Not Retired: Editor Carol Smallwood Interview
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
New Release--There's More . . . : A Novella of Life and Afterlife

"Relief pitcher Jack Thorne
stares at his catcher’s target. His single focus is to get this batter out.
If he does, a coveted World Series ring will be his. But the Universe has
a different plan for this Catholic priest-turned-ballplayer. There’s More is a creative imagining of the
ultimate human mysteries—death and Afterlife. This gripping story invites
readers to expand their existing concepts and consider broader cosmic
possibilities in answer to the universal question, 'What’s next?'"
Available at:
and
E-book: $1.99
Paperback:$ 8.55 (on Amazon)
I'd love to hear your reaction to this unusual story.
PS: Honest reviews always
welcome.
Monday, February 17, 2014
There’s More . . .
A bat. A ball. A swing. A bullet.
A death. A guide. A life.
A death. A guide. A life.
A bat—black-varnished,
rays of setting sun splintering north, south, east, west, until tension-stilled,
at the ready.
A ball—Virginal white. Never pitched, nor struck. Rocketing from hurler’s hand.
A swing—fluid, potent contact, ball arrowing moundward.
A bullet—fired in revenge, racing ball to target.
A death. Accident? Murder? Projectiles: protagonists in this unplotted drama. The pitcher falls, forehead concaved,
a blackening hole deep at crater ’s base.
A guide. Heaven-sent to assist at this unexpected crossing-over.
A life—“There’s more, my son . . . .”
The End
at the ready.
A ball—Virginal white. Never pitched, nor struck. Rocketing from hurler’s hand.
A swing—fluid, potent contact, ball arrowing moundward.
A bullet—fired in revenge, racing ball to target.
A death. Accident? Murder? Projectiles: protagonists in this unplotted drama. The pitcher falls, forehead concaved,
a blackening hole deep at crater ’s base.
A guide. Heaven-sent to assist at this unexpected crossing-over.
A life—“There’s more, my son . . . .”
The End
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