Z Edmondson

Brady Scott stood in the center of a smoky battlefield, surrounded by soldiers and superheroes. A figure emerged from the smoke—a glowing man in a green uniform. Brady recognized him—the Human

Brady Scott leaped out of bed at the first beep of his alarm. He nearly stumbled over his superhero action figures on the way out the door. He was so excited that he

Are you a Christian? Do you feel as if you don’t fit in anywhere in this world? Believe me, you are not alone. Most people today find everything about Christianity offensive—particularly

Close your eyes and try to picture the perfect neighborhood. What do you see? A sturdy house with decent air conditioning? A good school for your children? Friendly neighbors with whom you have

“But that’s my black horse!” Eight-year-old Timmy tried to take the LEGO figure from his older brother’s hands. “Mom got it for my birthday last year!” Eleven-year-old Chris wrenched the pieces

Since I was eleven years old, my dream has been to write. Whether it was screenplays, novels, or articles, I wanted to write something that would change the world for the better. Something

Do you ever wonder if the world has lost its mind? Just watch the news or scroll through your social media feed for two minutes, and you’ll remove all doubt. The top

Repose is a little child at play, Frolicking about in his yard all day. Repose is a child in bed at night, Asleep without fear until morning’s first light. Repose is a

Believe me, the last thing I want to do is write more nonfiction. My dream is to be a novelist. But if you’ve read my work before, you know that I suffer

In another world, beneath a great white throne, A holy seraph keeps a Book of Tears. In this book are stories, telling of human sorrows, Of great grief, weeping, and secret fears. No

“How can I be surrounded by people and feel so utterly alone?” Have you ever thought that before? Think of that social event where everyone had a date except you. Or that society

For my life and health I have no anxiety; My God cares for me. By worrying, could I add a foot to my height? My God cares for me. Am I not loved

Sometimes I just can’t catch a break. Sundays are wonderful days for writing. I have hours of free time where I can lock myself away in my room and write the stories