I like stories.
I like stories that defy genres, or that fill them to the brim, and explode out of them.
I like stories that shouldn’t fit together but do.
Stories that are hard to explain, beyond saying that they’re wonderful.
Stories that collide another world into our own.
Stories that place westerns in space, dragons into romance, or magic into science where it belongs.
Stories that remind us that it is wise to be afraid of the dark.
Stories that show us how small we truly are, while reminding us that we are so much bigger than what we live like.
Stories that remind us that Truth, Hope, Love and God are real and cannot be reasoned away or killed.
Stories that speak of the old magic we haven’t quite forgotten. Stories that show us the enchantment in a single leaf.
Stories that speak the most human like experience, and give it to a dog so that we can understand it.
Stories that pull us up off of our sofas and out of our doors to explore the world we just read about, or to build one of our own.
Stories that open our hearts as much as our minds and grow our souls capacity.
I like stories where demons are pen pals and beavers declare the kingship of Christ.
I like stories where the damned choose righteousness, the righteous are damned, and the one that we choose will always be the one that is chosen for us.
I like stories that remind us that nothing is truly gone, Childhood, Grandpa, Faith, Dinosaurs.
Stories open doors, so the light can shine in. They turn complicated to simple, and make murky things clear.
They move and stir our dusty souls when we have tucked them away. They can touch them, ignite them and rekindle their purpose.