Christian Fiction

Ethan could feel it—the slow, steady pull downward, like standing in quicksand. The harder he tried to stay above water, the more he sank. Every decision at work seemed to come with a set of impossible consequences, and even when he thought he’d made the right call, something would slip […]Read more »

Ethan’s office was quiet, save for the steady hum of the city outside the windows. His desk was littered with files—reports, contracts, projections. Numbers stared back at him, mocking his supposed expertise. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The weight on his shoulders seemed to press harder […]Read more »

When Ethan Coleman got the call, he was standing in his kitchen, half-watching the evening news while his youngest daughter, Emily, sat cross-legged at the counter with a coloring book. The sound of the phone vibrating against the marble pulled him from the numbing drone of current events. “Mr. Coleman?” […]Read more »

Mark Thompson was an ordinary man in an ordinary town. He worked at the old steel mill on the edge of town—a place where the air always smelled like burnt metal and grease, and the sounds of grinding machines seemed to echo in his bones. It was monotonous, sure, but […]Read more »