Nearer, My God, to Thee—Japanese-English arrangement

arranged by Esther Davisphoto-by-esther-davis

(translation at bottom)

Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee! Continue reading

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Drogg

by Esther Davis

"Risen From The Skies" by Mohammad Hossein Attaran

artwork by Mohammad Hossein Attaran

“Hide!”

Klon’s voice rasped as he shouted to his wife. But she didn’t duck beneath the stone table or make for the cellar. Instead, Jini stepped next to him at the window, cradling their child in her arm. “They broke through the defenses, didn’t they?” she asked, emotionless.

High above, violet lightning flashed across the billowing fumes of poisonous clouds.

“Let’s go.” Continue reading

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Thank you to my readers

Konnichi wa minsan! Hello!

I don’t have a fantasy story for you today sadly, but I did want to say a few words. The last 18 months I’ve let this wonderful invention called a computer auto-post a steady stream of sketches and short stories in hopes they could enrich someone’s day. Just this week I returned to WordPress and Twitter and finally saw the responses to my writing. I’m blown away. Thank you so much for your kind words! A writer is nothing without her readers, and I’m so grateful to have such wonderful people reading my work.

Now for a bit of explanation: I put writing on hold for a 18-month trip to Japan as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Yes, Japan does have paper and ink–and computers as well–but so that I could focus on missionary work I temporarily suspended work as an author. I’m so grateful for my time in Japan. I met many lifelong friends, had the amazing opportunity to learn the Japanese language, and saw God’s all-encompassing love manifest each of those 567 days. Japan taught me lessons that I could learn no other way.

Now that I’m home I will resume writing. I’ll continue posting sketches on this blog and work towards completing my novel. Stay tuned! Thank you again for all the support. Reader-tachi ga daisuki da yo!

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B-4

by Esther Davis

B-4

The vending machine whined. Dr. Jordynn Chambers snatched the deposited vial from the rusting slot and held it up to eye level. Silky white strands floated in the ethanol. DNA.

Stickers had once labeled the machine, but they faded away long ago. The genetic code could be from any plant. Or animal or bacterium for that matter. Honestly, Jordynn was shocked that the machine even ran. It was old enough to take physical quarters, and Jordynn was old enough to still carry them. She wondered if any of the other professors knew this rusted hunk still existed. Doubtful. The storage room held centuries of discarded—excuse her, archived—student projects. They’d probably hidden her thesis design  down here too, where gathered dust for the past sixty-three years… Continue reading

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The Day the Ocean Died

by Esther Davis

It must be another sign, just as Nana said. First the stars died, blackened and unseen. Then the birds died, their corpses filling the sea shores. The nations died too, somewhere in the mess. Great continents of empty homes covered the world, the elders said. If others besides our fellow islanders survived, we would never know.

Now the ocean had died… Continue reading

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I tried to write a Christmas story for this month, but I just ran out of time. I’m really sorry. I’ll make sure I have a sketch for January.

If your still craving a story, I’ll redirect you to T. Gene Davis’s Speculative Blog. They always have fantastic stories. There’s probably a Christmas one coming soon.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

 

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Where the Dead Walk

by Esther Davis

Chunks of scoria cascaded from the rising form. The ground trembled. Mina’s szajo reared, and she flung her arms around one of its curled horns to keep from falling.

“Calm, boy. Calm!” Mina’s lips trembled as she whispered in the ram’s ear.

The szajo didn’t calm. It bayed, a guttural sound that reverberated through Mina’s frame… Continue reading

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