Katie Treisch

“Dottie sat in her rocking chair as night settled over the dewy castle grounds. Her son Antonio had already gone to bed, and as she worked on her embroidery, she felt herself stiffen from the slight draft from the still-closed cottage window. She tugged at the faded, rose-colored shawl around her shoulders a little tighter with her knobby fingers. That was when she heard it. *Slapslapslapslapslapslap* A sound she had not heard since her dear husband Paulo had been alive. She gazed out the window and stared at the stark white form of a man running past her cottage, his impressive manhood giving her a fond reminder of days past. She watched his ivory buttocks as they faded into the night, and she smiled. It had turned into a better evening than she could’ve ever hoped, as the faint slapping sound grew more and more distant.”
― Delemhach, The House Witch

“He?” “Or she. Didn’t mean to offend her or misgender. But I’m not some supremacist, I’m super feminist.”
― Dwain Worrell, Otherworldly

“To trust Him means, of course, trying to do all that He says. There would be no sense in saying you trusted a person if you would not take his advice. Thus if you have really handed yourself over to Him, it must follow that you are trying to obey Him. But trying in a new way, a less worried way. Not doing these things in order to be saved, but because He has begun to save you already. Not hoping to get to Heaven as a reward for your actions, but inevitably wanting to act in a certain way because a first faint gleam of Heaven is already inside you.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

“Teenagers were the absolute worst. It was like an alien had come to earth one day, picked up my loving boy, and replaced him with a stinky, hairy mutant. Someone should’ve warned me.”
― K.F. Breene, Magical Midlife Madness