by Teresa Shields Parker | Nov 20, 2018 | Blog, Fiction, Poems and fiction
The brisk breeze necessitated lying closer together, at least that’s what he told himself. It seemed the dark violet sky wanted to swallow them surrounding each completely. In contrast, the three moons of Trikala glowed various neon colors first light purple... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Dec 20, 2017 | Blog, Devotional, Fiction, Health, Inspiration, Purpose
“Where am I and how did I get here?” Overcomer said softly to no one but herself. The answer came from someone above her climbing up the steep wall of the deep ravine. Desperately Hungry for Everything “You came here for the goodies down there just like I did,” said... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Dec 25, 2016 | Blog, Family, Fiction, Inspiration, Poems and fiction
One year a young lady gave a young man a beautifully wrapped Christmas gift. The shiny paper was perfectly tailored and the bow was tied to perfection. He couldn’t wait to open it. His girlfriend had given him a present. He had gotten her a beautiful necklace he... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Aug 29, 2016 | #KickWeight, 10-Day Sugar Challenge, Family, Fiction, Health
Points, points, points, do I have too many points today? Does God’s grace system for parents grade on the curve? Will He let me slide by today without calling down fire from heaven for by bad performance as a mom? I woke up already running late. I opened a can... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Jul 9, 2015 | Blog, Fiction, Write the Vision
I wish I still had the short fiction story. It was the first thing I wrote that was “published,” if you call the mimeographed version of the West Junior High School Sword and Shield being published. Once that newspaper hit the halls, I knew I had found the thing I... by Teresa Shields Parker | Jun 24, 2015 | Blog, Devotional, Fiction
The boy crept silently through the back alley to the elderly lady’s house. It was a small bungalow with overgrown bushes all around. He liked the bushes. Great cover for getting in and out of a house at night, especially a house that wasn’t his. An Easy Job He...