Camron Evans is 13 years old and he goes to East Junior High. He has a few friends, he's popular for sure, but he's not normal. And no one knows this, but Camron is actually immortal. His dad coming from another planet that no scientist knows about, and his mom being an actual human. Powers were forced upon Camron when he was born, his mom had to choose between herself and him. She chose him. But he and his dad still live in this mortal world trying not to be discovered. But it might not work very well when weird things start happening to Camron out of the blue. Can Camron keep his cover or will he blow it for himself and have to be forced to run from everything?

The New World is where the Makers are in charge, the Labeling is what kills people, and being different is the most feared thing of all. Maris and Nev are two of many who have been Labeled and sent to die, but having the mindset of a Feared showed them both the escape to safety before death arrived. Now, hiding in a small apartment room for over two years, the two teens finally start planning a secret rebellion after gaining more followers who are escaping death also. But even if they take over their own district, they've got the whole world left. What Maris and Nev don't know is that they both have this special mindset, and with this power brings the ability to win back their world, they just need to unlock it before it's too late.

It was just like any other summer’s day in the Lone Star State, except there is only one July 20th, 1973 in history, and the only time Lacey would turn thirteen. But otherwise it felt like any other day. How could I have known it wouldn’t be? Lacey and I were hanging out at my house after her roller skating party in town. I had been granted a well deserved ‘free day’, mamma argued, much to the protest of my Father. He didn’t like Lacey one bit, and if not for my mother our friendship wouldn’t be allowed at all. “She’s bad for that boy’s head,” he huffed, “bad for this family!” All I know is that I wanted to spend every waking minute with Lacey, even though we were from opposite sides of the track, different worlds all together really. *** It was ten minutes after one o’clock. I know because Lacey announced it after looking at her new watch; pink with little sparkling gems around the face. Five minutes ago it was ‘five minutes after one o’clock!” or “fifty five minutes until two o’clock!” She was awfully proud of that watch. Lacey had a pink bicycle with a multi-colored banana seat on which she was now perched; legs flailing, hair flying in the wind and exhilarating squeals of delight piped from her lungs filling the air with sounds of adventure. We were only going to the mailbox for heaven’s sake. But Lacey found adventure in everything, and she was infectious. That’s why I loved her so much; she made me feel alive. My bike was blue, and rusty, but much faster. Lacey gave me a Queen of Hearts playing card, which I attached to my spoke with a wooden clothes pin. . . . rat-a-tat, tat, tat, tat, tat it hummed as I peddled faster and faster. It was important to be faster, I mean since she was pretty, popular, talented and smart. I had to have some claim to fame for my manhood, didn’t I? We called my bike the ‘sound machine’.

This is a story written for That Which Remains Reliquary competition. Follow this link for the clues. The clues are bolded in the story. https://mendingbrokenwings.wordpress.com/2013/11/01/that-which-remains-reliquary-fiction-contest-clues/

This is a short story written for That Which Remains Reliquary Competition in which clues are mailed to the participants and all write short stories based on those clues. https://mendingbrokenwings.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=3249&action=edit

As a guest writer for Significance and Cinema this is my spiritual experience with the movie The Grey.

This was another short story written for That Which Remains Reliquary competition. Follow this link to the clues. The clues are bolded in the story. https://mendingbrokenwings.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/september-2014-that-which-remains-reliquary-short-story-competition-clues/

This is a poem about a matriarch elephant protecting her herd.

A movie review of Cinderella Man: My experience with the movie in relation to my faith.