The Teacher and The Tiphereth Trilogy are published and available for sale, but here are some other books or short stories that are written and just need editing and to be published.
“Gone!” cried Elysianna, her usual self control breaking under this last grief. “What have you done with my baby?” she almost shrieked.
“Calm down and I will explain,” Mrs. Fuller said impatiently. Elysianna sank into a chair as if in a daze.
“Where is he?” she whispered urgently.
“Listen, Elise,” Mrs. Fuller purred. “Since Archie died you cannot afford to raise a son. Besides you know nothing at all about it. What could you do?”
“God would have provided and given me strength…” Elysianna cried.
“Thirdly,” said Mrs. Fuller, “Thirdly, no one will make an offer of marriage to you if you have him. And fourthly, I don’t have a ticket for his passage to Europe. Fifthly, he is much better off where he is now.”
“Where is he?” Elysianna gasped.
“I don’t know where he is right now, but soon he will be adopted by some loving family out west.”
“The orphan train!”
Arthur: The Forgotten Tale of Honour
Princess Elyona and the Dragon
The Gift of Family
The Innkeeper's Daughter (Short--Very Short story, I would publish it with something else.)
The True Princess Series
Peasant to Princess
Queen of the Anglo-Saxons
Through Trials and Tribulations
Beyond the Mountains
No Greater Love (another very, very short story)
Caecilia stood, perfectly still, with an incredulous smile on her face. However she was thinking quickly. She did not yet know enough of Jesus Christ to be willing to give her life for him, she decided quickly. Just then Caecilia heard Demetrius’ step at the door and knew that he had heard what Aurelius had said. Caecilia knew without a doubt that she had only two options. She could face the charge bravely and go to prison, at which time she could choose to die and go to be with Demetrius and his God, or choose to renounce and die of starvation. Caecilia shuddered as she thought of the certain death that awaited her. Lifting her chin, she recklessly and selfishly chose a third option in a fleeting moment of panic which she would regret for the rest of her life.
That Cecilia (short story)
I may have several others as well. These may not be published for a while.:) !
“Don’t any of you know how to use this thing?” Leslie Rose asked in despair. She stood with her four siblings in the cornfield, gazing at a large John Deere tractor.
The three little girls shook their heads.
“I think,” ventured James, “that Father used to stick the key in, and it would turn on. Then you can make it go where you want with the steering wheel.”
“I know how to drive the tractor, just not how to work it,” his sister said tiredly, pushing a long wisp of blond hair away from her sweaty face.
“I thought Father showed you how to work it, after Mother died,” twelve-year-old Jessica said.
Leslie Rose climbed into the tractor seat. “Yes, he showed me how to drive it, but nothing about the harvester attachment things,” she sighed. “He meant to do that himself.”
The Annals of the History of the Kings of Basileia
Presently Joshuan and I were standing rather unnoticed by others, but I had seen smoke rising from the forest a little while distant.
“Joshuan,” I said, attracting his attention to the smoke.
“The work of those horrid Peering-things-that-grin?” he asked me.
“Perhaps.” I glanced uneasily at the forest. There had been no mention of the Peering-things-that-grin when the sailors had first returned in the merchant ship. “We should go and see,” I told my expectant brother.
He grinned, and despite my worries, I grinned back, anticipating that delightful “shing” when I would draw my sword.
As we ran toward the smoke, we prayed for the High King’s blessing and that He would grant the victory in case of battle.
My Brothers and I
The funeral affected me a great deal too, and when I ought to have been attending to the supper, I was looking through my Bible. I did not realize it until Paul the professor to be walked into the house and sniffed the air delightedly.
“It smells delectable, my lady. Fit for a King entirely.” Now Paul was not being sarcastic. It was his way of trying to make me feel better, but rather malapropos at the moment, for I looked up and could scarcely see him for the smoke. I rushed to the cookstove as Tim walked in and ran right back out calling,
“James John George Matt Cal Paul Tim! House is on fire!” He knew who to call first, for as Matthew and Cal looked up from their books concernedly, James and John were already splashing water on the roof.
Paul had walked back out to see what was going on outside as I took the supper out of the oven. James, John, and George rushed bravely into the house to rescue me but stopped short aghast when they saw the supper. James and John hurriedly said, “Oh…I guess it wasn’t a fire,” and ran back outside but George said, “Could you make another batch?”
I was very hasty, but I was rather upset by the day’s events, my own irresponsibility, the waste of a week’s worth (for me) of good ingredients, and George’s unintentional impudence finished me. I ran at him and he ran outside.
A little surprised to see a dishcloth come flying out the door after George, the rest of our brothers surrounded him with questions as I hurriedly started a second supper. The boys didn’t come in until I called them for supper and it was eaten in silence. After supper I decided to let the dishes wait and go outside to think over the day’s events. At the door I stopped and turned to George. “George, I’m sorry I was angry with you and threw the dishcloth at you,” I said sincerely. I bolted out the door as soon as I heard the beginnings of the boys’ roar of laughter.
His Mother's Son
A girl of about eight entered the room quietly. She was rather dirty and very sad looking, but it appeared she had made an attempt to tidy herself. Her face was clean and her pretty blonde hair was neatly done in two braids. Miss Katie smiled welcomingly at her. The little girl turned and leaned out the door. It was evident she was tugging on someone’s arm. Another little girl appeared, this one younger, more around the age of five. She was very, very shy. The two girls were alike enough to be sisters, but different enough to not be.
“Please, Ma’am, my name is Caroline,” the elder girl said shyly. “My Ma died and my Pa is a drunkard. He abandoned us and is now in prison and we have nowhere to go. I heard you had a home here, and you were kind to children.”
“This is a boys’ home,” Miss Katie said sadly. “I don’t have home for girls.”
Caroline’s eyes filled with tears. “Then you don’t want us?” she said mournfully. “I tried to make us clean. I braided my hair and Baby’s, and I washed her face. I hoped you would want us.”
“I do want you!” Miss Katie exclaimed. “But this is a boys’ home. I don’t know what to do with you. Is the other girl your sister?”
Caroline smiled. “Yes, this is Baby,” she said, patting her sister’s dark head. “Ma never gave her a name, and Pa didn’t care.”
“We shall have to think of one,” Miss Katie said thoughtfully.
“What are you going to do, Miss Katie?” Jack asked. “Start a girls’ home?”
Miss Katie started as if she had forgotten the boys were there. “I don’t know, Jack,” she said. “I couldn’t afford two homes, but I can’t turn anyone away. I will have to talk to others. However, for tonight Caroline and her sister are coming home with me.” She smiled at the little girls and held out her arms to them. “I think I have some dresses to fit.”
Caroline went confidingly to her side, pulling her sister along with her. “Thank you, Lady!” she gasped. Then she burst into tears.
Miss Katie rose, picking up the littler of the girls and taking Caroline’s hand. “Daniel, I will help you find your mother in the morning,” she said. “Jack, if you could find Daniel room to sleep, I would appreciate it. I need to take care of these little girls.”
I wasn't able to put excerpts for all these stories, but out of the stories with excerpts, which do you think looks the most interesting? Please comment and let me know!