The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.



Fallen Cherub

by Susan Miley  A little girl in a Baptist Church might’ve fallen from Heaven. Her fluffy eyelashes and paired wings flutter, as she beams under the glances of the other church-goers. In her white tights, she giggles quietly. Her golden... Continue Reading →


A Day

by Brianne Larson 8:01  My alarm is still buzzing causing the vibrations to alert me that another day is beginning. 8:32  I choose to hit the snooze button three more times and my tired body is finally forced to roll... Continue Reading →

The Church of True Israel: A Scene from the Midwestern Life – Alex Busse

The air outside is hot and humid.  The sun is a blinding white blot, reminiscent of a blot one may see by standing too quickly.  The boy lives in a town in northeast Indiana outside of Fort Wayne.  His house... Continue Reading →

L is for Lost – Amanda Spencer

Take the green line to Clark and Lake, then transfer to the orange line and ride that to Quincy, and then walk the rest of the way from there? Or was it transfer at Adam’s  and Wabash and ride the... Continue Reading →

Sing, and be Heard – Haleigh Smith

SHANTAY: A Frustrated and angry teenage girl AHASBAI: Middle-aged, warm counselor SCENE 1 (The stage is entirely black except for a spotlight over a chair and couch stage right, set up like a psychiatrist’s office. The chair is occupied by... Continue Reading →

The Smile – Morgan Spiess

Finally, he died. Today, at lunch, he died. “He’s dead,” I told him. And he didn’t believe me that he had died. He had lived for so long. So incredibly long. Years. Decades. Maybe even a century. No one really... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Weight – Joseph Beachy

“Love of two is one. Here but now they're gone. Came the last night of sadness. And it was clear she couldn't go on. Then the door was open and the wind appeared. The candles blew then disappeared. The curtains... Continue Reading →

Short Story: Caged – Taylor Gilliam

It was a place you’ve never heard of, in a time long before you were thought of. It was a celebration, and the extravagant evening, the feast, it was all for her. As the beauty of the village, she was the... Continue Reading →

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