Monday, August 31, 2015

Monthly Highlights: August 2015


For a while there I wondered if I’d make it in time to post this! Hello again everyone, and welcome to August 2015’s edition of Monthly Highlights here on Forgotten Featherpen! Has it been a crazy month for anyone else? Or has that just been me? If there are any other students out there that have arrived at college then you know what I’ve been through. A month’s worth of checking off packing lists, shopping lists, schedules, and the general flurry of mayhem that goes along with starting the school year. But it's all good. I’m happily settled in my new dorm and campus and having a grand time so far. I’ll write a post next month and tell you all about it. Now let’s get start with the highlights from this month!



The Blog

Even with all the hubbub I’ve managed to post once a week! Woohoo! I’ve got lots of ideas for posts next month but if any of you have suggestions I’m eager to hear them. Let’s review what was put up on the blog this month:


I shared a book that changed my life in Adam and His Kin.

I Planned for Change (and downloaded cool apps) when I shared the news of my departure to College this Fall.

In StoryWorld Setting Link-Up I shared a cool way other writers can showcase the setting for the world they’re building.

Finally this month I shared a little something creative from my past in The Girl and The Bee - A Short Story.



My Life

I hesitate to share too many details about my transition to college because I really want to save that for a special post (or series of posts) all on it’s own. College-themed blog posts have been stewing in my mind for days now for obvious reasons. I can tell you all that I managed to gather, pack, and get everything to college successfully. I finally experienced a real move-in day and a real college orientation. It’s so much more exciting (and tiring) than the first week of online college. I’ve been blessed with a great roommate and some awesome suitemate. Classes have begun and I’m on my way to a busy yet fruitful semester! Ah but you want to see pictures don’t you? Alright here’s some of the few I remembered to take before being swept away by schedules.





It’s sad to say but with all that’s been going on I’ve had no time to hunt down my favorite blog posts for the month to share with you. But I’d love to hear about your favorite reads of the month! Share them below in the comments and while you’re at it tell me if you’re at a new college/school yourself and how you’re adjusting in your first weeks. Have a great end of August everyone!





Monday, August 24, 2015

The Girl and the Bee - A Short Story

I recently was given the opportunity to write a short story that was unlike anything I would usually write. An experiment outside my comfort zone. So I took inspiration from a dream I once had and created a short fable-esque story. This is an original work of fiction but the pictures here are not mine so I can take no credit for them. I hope y'all enjoy!


In a far-off land where magic was not uncommon, there was a town called Hivewall. It was known throughout the Kingdom for its cultivation of honey. Other towns may have had honey in water white to amber hues. But these could never compare to Hivewall's golden honey for the secret to Hivewall was its very special bees. Any common bumble bee would be no bigger than the tip of a man’s thumb. But Hivewall bees could fill a man’s hand with ease and are covered all over in brilliant yellow and black fuzz. They’re a magical and rare species that the people of Hivewall have always held in the highest regard.

Spring came to Hivewall when her streets were lined with blossoming bushes; when her fields and window boxes were filled with flowers. With bees buzzing to and fro gathering the pollen for the new year’s production of honey. And with the collection of last year’s abundance from the hives, preparations for the Festival of Honey could begin. Blond-bricked houses opened their doors to release children and their mothers out to buy bright festival clothes. Women of fashion bought tall hats like beehives to wear. Men ordered new suits from the tailors with gold bee buttons and yellow and black stripes on the cuffs. This festival was the highlight of the year for everyone in town. Everyone that is, except for the odd girl who lived down on Yellowwood Lane. She was Melisandre Devri, the only girl in all the great town of Hivewall who was allergic to bees.

An allergy to bees is terrible enough in a town like Hivewall. Only the more tragic when Meliandre dearly loved bees and flowers. She wasn’t really allergic to bees at all, merely to the pollen that clung to them as they buzzed from flower to flower. It is this glorious yellow dust that makes Miss Melisandre sneeze. It didn’t matter though if she was allergic to pollen or the bees themselves, reacting in any way negative toward the revered insect of the town earned severe unpopularity. The good people of Hivewall couldn’t be bothered with a girl who was unable even to walk their flower-edged streets in spring for fear of a sneezing fit. And if they couldn’t be bothered with her, they couldn’t be her friend either.

So young Miss Meslisandre Devri had no friends at all. She spent her days alone in her parlor painting pictures and wishing she could walk outside. For she truly did love flowers and being outside. She even loved the sight of bees. But her nose could not withstand the pollen.

It must now be said that Miss Melisandre’s parlor was just as odd as she was. If she had any friends they would not want to stay in it for very long. For it was not colored in any shade of yellow, gold, or amber as one should expect in a room in Hivewall. Instead the walls were covered in sky blue wallpaper. Over the years Melisandre had taken up the brush and painted a lush garden of flowers across the walls. Tall Ligularia Sibrica with their coned heads of dainty yellow flowers reached to the ceiling. Purple and pink Oregano blossoms and clusters of white Coriander spread across the walls. Down near the floor were sweet little Lemon Mint buds amid the leaves. She had painted bold blue Borage flowers and even the ordinary bruise weed with its purplish blue curling blossoms. A season-less copy of what she could see through her tall bay windows which overlooked a garden outside. She had never opened the bay windows of course. But she liked to imagine the flowers on her walls smelled just as nice as the real ones did.

Melisandre had even painted bees on her walls to fly between the flowers. Such fine and fuzzy bees there were too. She gave them the names of people who walked past her house on the street and pretended they were her friends. She talked to the painted bees and, sometimes, she pretended so well that they might have talked back. Which is impossible of course. On days when she was depressed Melisandre would set down her brushes and leave her painted friends to go and sit in the cushioned chair by the big bay windows. There she would take honeyed tea and sigh longingly as she watched the outside world. "I wish I had someone to talk to." She would say. "I wish I had a friend."

She wished this all her childhood days. But today, in the year she was to turn sixteen, she wished it more fervently than ever before. It was a bright, happy day outside and the signs of the Festival of Honey approaching were everywhere. Melisandre could hear minstrels practicing for the parade, and see the ladies in their beehive-like hats bob past her house. The gardens outside her bay windows were so beautiful they put her painted walls to shame. "I wish I had a friend who could come visit me." Melisandre sighed. "Just someone to tell how lovely it is outside today.". It was then, as she looked out the window, that she saw a bee lazily come to rest on her windowsill.

Now it was commonly known in Hivewall that if a bee landed on your shoulder it was a sign of good luck. Could the saying be any different if applied to a window sill? Melisandre thought not, and chose to believe this a sign of definite good fortune. It was a bee just as you would expect in Hivewall, but Melisandre thought this one to be the handsomest of all the bees. He even seemed to notice her through the glass of the window. His large, glittering black eyes watched her.

Melisandre sat in the cushioned chair by the window and watched him in return. No bee had ever stayed still this long for her. She sighed longingly. "If only I could invite you in for tea, Mr. Bee." she said. "You can’t say anything back, but at least if you were in here you would be better company that my walls." The girl raised her hand and let her fingertips rest against the glass over where the bee’s large eyes continued to watch her. "And I wouldn’t mind that you’d give me fits of sneezes." She whispered. "But I suppose you would think me rude if I sneezed at you. You can’t help it if you make me sneeze I suppose."

"Bees make you sneeze?"

The voice of a man hadn’t come from inside the room. It hadn’t even come from Melisandre’s imagination. It had come from the bee! Melisandre shrieked and stood up suddenly from her chair. In her haste, her hand flew up against the latch and hit it. A wind from outside pushed the unlocked window open and a rush of spring air rushed into the room. Oh it was awful! Crying out in dismay Melisandre hurried to shut the windows. She heard the bee apologizing profusely but that only startled her more. She slammed the window shut in his face. Perhaps frightened by her force, the bee lost his balance and fell off the sill. Then he flew away and out of sight.

Panting, Melisandre tried to calm down. Then she felt a terribly familiar tingling creep up her nose. She sneezed. Then sneezed again. Again and again and again till she reached a grand total of twenty-two sneezes. In the lull before she started up again, Melisandre went quickly for her scented handkerchief and held it to her nose to soothe her poor sinuses. She moaned pitifully and sank into the cushioned chair once more. What a terrible upset. Had the bee really spoken? It had been such a clear, handsome voice. Melisandre looked out the window, wondering very seriously if she wasn’t finally going insane from lack of company.

Melisandre spent a long while thinking it over. She didn’t imagine anything else out of the ordinary all day, so it was hardly likely that she was going insane. That only left the possibility that she really had heard the bee speak. She thought about it even after dinner when she had gone to bed. She lay all night staring at the ceiling, wondering if she’d been so rude to the bee that he would never come back. If he never came back then she would have lost the only hope for a friend in her entire life. The thought was so terribly sad that it made Melisandre cry. She prayed that the bee who could speak with the voice of a man would come back tomorrow and that, finally, she would have a friend.

The next day Melisandre sat in the chair by her parlor window all morning. Her eyes never left off their intent gaze over the garden. She sat quietly for hours, her hands clenching her skirt. Her longing grew with every minute that passed. Until, at around half past three in the afternoon, the handsome bee came and landed on her sill. "Oh, you’ve come back!" Melisandre gasped even as tears squeezed out from her eyes. "I’m so relieved! Please, I’m so sorry about yesterday. Please forgive me, and thank you so much for coming back, Mr. Bee!"

The bee tilted his head at her and spoke again. "I’m sorry I scared you. Are you alright now?

Melisandre nodded, touching the glass like she had the day before. "I was just startled. I didn’t know bees could talk. You must be a very special bee." The bee’s wings whizzed together. She took it that he was pleased by her compliment.

"Not especially, but I like it that you think so. We can talk if we want to. Yesterday I only wanted to ask if we really made you sneeze."

"Oh. Well, no, not you. Just the pollen really. I’m allergic to it you see." Melisandre explained. "That’s why I stay in this room all the time." She looked down sadly. "That’s why no one can be bothered to be my friend." Something tapped against the glass under her fingers and Melisandre looked up to see it was one of the bee’s fuzzy black legs. As if he was saying he was sorry. "Would…would you like to come in for tea?" Melisandre invited. The bee nodded.

Being very courteous, the bee brushed himself off before she opened the window to make sure he had no pollen on him that would make her sneeze. Then, being very very brave, Melisandre opened the window for him. Even with all their precautions Melisandre would have expected a fit to come on almost at once. Credit it to their caution, or to some magic of the bees, but not one single sneeze came to Melisandre after the bee was inside.

Bee buzzed in and landed on the chair she offered him by the table where honeyed tea and scones had been waiting. Tea that afternoon was the most wonderful thing Melisandre had ever experienced. The Bee talked very freely about all manner of things he had seen while flying through the town. He told her of flowers in meadows she had never seen, of the places where the bees lived, and of how they made their magic honey. Melisandre in turn told him about her parlor, about her paintings, and about her wish to have a friend. But of course, unless her allergies went away, that wouldn’t happen. When he heard these things Bee tapped the side of his yellow and black head with one of his fuzzy legs in thought.

"There must be something that can be done." He mused. Then his wings whizzed together once more. "I say, until I solve your problem, I can be your friend." He decided. This made Melisandre very happy. She could not remember anything else in the world that could have made her happier. When tea was over she carefully opened the window for Bee again and let him out.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" She asked him. Bee nodded as he hovered on the other side of the glass.

"I will. And I will tell you everything I have seen and heard, just like today." He promised.

That night Melisandre went to sleep the happiest girl in Hivewall. For at last she had a friend. The next day the bee did return and they again had tea. Bee told her about the hive where he lived and his closest friends. Then when tea was over he left again. Bees do have lots of work to do you know, so he could not stay forever. Melisandre was sad to see him go. What if he did not come back tomorrow?

Over the next few weeks the bee always came for tea and he and Melisandre talked as friends should. But every time he left that sad feeling inside Melisandre got worse and worse. One day, as she watched the bee fly away, she became so convinced that he wouldn’t return the next day that her worry turned to panic. She couldn’t live with this! If Bee didn’t come back she would die of loneliness! Bee didn’t understand what being alone was. He was always surrounded by other bees. He had his freedom too, which was something Melisandre had never had. How could he leave her alone like this every day? If he was really her friend he would never leave her side! No, Melisandre decided she simply couldn’t risk being alone any longer.

When Bee came back the next day he patted off all his pollen just like every other time. Then Melisandre opened the window for him and shut it after Bee had come in. The two sat for tea and treats and talked of anything that came to mind to say. Bee praised Melisandre for her beautifully painted walls, and said her flowers were just as pretty as the real thing. Melisandre smiled a bit and nodded. She told him how, before he came along, she had named all the bees on the walls and talked to them like they were her friends.

"But now I have a real friend." She said happily. "And I’ll never lose you." Bee agreed with her of course, but at the time he did not fully know her meaning.

The time came like it did every afternoon for tea to be over and Bee to return to his work. He hovered from his chair to the window to wait for Melisandre to open it and let him out. But she did not. Instead, Melisandre had gone to her desk where she kept all her paints and brought out a long red string. This was something Melisandre had never done before and Bee asked what she was going to do with the string.

"I can’t lose you, Bee." Melisandre said as she approached him, holding the string ready in her hands. And so Melisandre captured her Bee, who had been her first and only friend, and tied the red string around him. Even as she collared him Bee did not sting her and try to escape. Hivewall bees were the friendliest of all the species towards humans. Bee just watched her as she tied the other end of his leash to the leg of her cushioned chair. "There. Now you can see outside and never have to leave me. We can be friends forever this way." Melisandre said. Then, "Why are you looking at me like that? You can’t be sad. We’re going to be together forever." She exclaimed.

Bee lowered down onto the cushioned chair and looked out the window. "If you keep me in here, I’ll never see my friends again."

"Well I only have one friend! You!" Melisandre exclaimed, frustrated tears coming to her eyes. "I can’t go out there and have friends so why should you? This is only fair!" Bee didn’t answer. His wings and head drooped and he looked at the floor. Melisandre turned from him angrily and left the parlor. She went to bed without speaking to him. In time, she told herself, Bee would be happy here with her. They would both be happy together forever. But things did not turn out like Melisandre planned.

At first, spending all day with Bee was fun for her. She sketched him and talked with him all morning. Then in the afternoon they had tea and in the evening she talked with him again before bed. Bee continued to be her friend, but he was still sad. Days went by and Melisandre became utterly miserable. Bee looked out the window with the same longing for freedom and friends that Melisandre had experienced herself. The difference was that he had actually had freedom and friends. And Melisandre had robbed him of them because she was afraid of losing him. The weight of her selfishness bore down on her with every passing day. She found she could no longer take pleasure in their friendship if Bee was not free to be her constant friend by choice. It wasn’t right of her to deprive him of what he loved most just because it had always been denied to her. If she loved him, and she did, she would willingly give him those things.

One night, when all these thoughts were so strong that Melisandre couldn’t sleep, she rushed into the parlor. With tears running down her cheeks she loosed the string from around Bee and then threw open the window. "I’m so sorry, Bee." She sobbed. "Please go."

As Bee hovered to the open window Melisandre couldn’t imagine him ever forgiving her for what she had done. She imagined as she let him go that she was saying goodbye to her friend for forever. But as he passed she felt one of his soft black legs brush a tear away from her chin. There was hope. He might come back.

The sun rose over Hivewall the next morning, bathing the city in yellow brilliance. Melisandre came into her parlor and gasped to see Bee tapping at her window. She let him in.

"Oh Bee, how can you ever forgive me? I was so terrible to you." She said. Bee shook his head.

"What mattered to me was that you loved me more than your own desires." He told her. "That was very brave, and very kind. I’ve decided now what I can do to solve your problem." Melisandre looked at him in confusion so he explained further. "We bees have very special magic you know. Because of what you’ve done, I’m going to give you want you long for most."

Amidst the girl’s open-mouth surprise, Bee hovered up till he was on eye level with her, and touched two of his black legs to her forehead. Instantly the magic of the bees took effect. Melisandre was transformed into a Hivewall bee, just like her friend. "Your allergies to pollen are gone now." Bee said in a tone that suggested a smile. He went to the window and opened it. And Melisandre the bee did not sneeze. "Come and live with me." Bee said to her.

And so Melisandre the bee did go and live with her friend. She lived free with Bee, surrounded by friends and flowers for the rest of her days.

The End





Monday, August 17, 2015

StoryWorld Setting Link-Up

Good Morning Everyone! Or afternoon, or evening, or second-time reading! As I scheduled in light, fun posts before I head off to college I came across this lovely Link-Up that I've very excited to share with you. It's hosted by Adriana. Here are the rules!


The Rules

Take the link-up theme pick and post it on your blog

Show us one (or two) pictures of your setting. Whether that be a place landmark, map, or landscape.

Answer the amazing questions. (Then link back here)



The Questions:


1. What is your genre? Cause that tends to determine what your setting will end up looking like.

This story is a historical fiction. However, I don't want people thinking of Downton Abby or World War Two when I say that so I'll clarify and declare my WIP an Ancient/Prehistorical Fiction. That's a genre right? At the same time I hope to pump a lot of imagination into this story so don't let the threat of dry history scare you off.


2. What is the majority of the setting like? Is it more forest? Desert? Etc.

The majority of the story takes place in what is known in the modern world as the Fertile Crescent Area. This area lies between the great Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. This setting is green and lush like a gem in the desert.


3. Has this world got a memorial landmark of any kind?

This world is populated by the first great cities of man. But there will be one city that can be considered a memorial to the prowess of mankind. It will be a religious city built around one central tower that reaches up into the heavens. Fashioning this city and building this tower will be a mass project that draws the pride and skill of hundreds of craftsmen. Those who aren't able to grasp the vision behind the city and tower can simply be forced into the labor of building.


4. What is the transport like in this world? Do they have cars? Or do they ride around on horse and dragons?

Dragons? Yes. Certain dinosaur types could have possibly been tamed for use in carrying loads or pulling very special carriages (like in China!) But these appearances will be sparing. In general people will get around on foot or else via donkey, camel, horse, etc.


5. What time period is it set around. Have you used an concepts from historical era. (Ex, the hunger games has the element of the roman world.)

For context (and room for a decade or so error), think of the ancient Sumerians and other ancient Middle Eastern Cultures. Working from a Biblical Timeline the period I'm working with is sometime before 2100 BC. To put it another way, going from a Secular timeline, this period ranges anywhere from 10,000 BC to 4500 BC with the rise of cities like Eridu and Uruk. It's interesting that the Biblical timeline places this formative period where it does. A secular timeline places the Babylonian control of the Fertile Crescent at 2000 BC. So if the secularists threw out the huge amounts of time it supposedly took for ancient man to advance to city-building, then they would be in agreement with the Biblical timeline. Anyway, those are the dates I'm working within. :)


6. Who is in control in this world? Who is leading? Is it a Monarchy, or is it run by a Government? (and if so what kind of government?)

This is the age of mighty men who rule with a warrior's power. One is about to become the first great king of the age. By his side are learned priests and seers who are cultivating a religion that will soon command the entire known world. So government as we know it is still being formed in this realm.


7. What are some of the laws this world has?

Every one is doing what is right in their own eyes. A few cling to the traditions of the old days. More though are looking to a new world order and religion being brought into power by the new king.


8. What is the common religion of this world? And what are traditions they have?

There are two religions present in this world. The first is the worship of the god of the First Age, the god of Adam and his sons. But the worship of this angry god is not approved of by the new King who favors the new religion his priests have devised. This second religion is one based on the roots of what you'd find in ancient or pagan religions. This includes worship of the stars and otherworldly spirits contacted by Seers.

A tradition that this second group of people have is to set aside one person as a seer or oracle for their lifetime. This is a practice that can be seen in Ancient Greece, Rome, and other ancient cultures. The person set aside for this role of being the medium between man and spirit is first educated before being initiated into the role. They serve for their lifetime and choose a successor before they die.


9. Are there any special (annual) events or holidays that are celebrated?

Like other ancient cultures, this one celebrates yearly events that can be seen in the heavens. There are festivals for equinox, solstice, and the appearance of certain stars or planets.


And lastly here are some of the pictures of my setting for you to enjoy. I found them all on pinterest and they are not my property.







So that's it! That was so much fun! I hope y'all were able to enjoy and get a good glimpse of the setting of my story. If you have any questions or comments I'd love to hear them. Now it's your turn! If you decide to participate in this link-up too let me know in the comments so I can come check out your setting. Has anyone ever read a story about this type of setting before? As always, thanks for stopping by and reading!



Monday, August 10, 2015

In which I Plan for Change (and download cool apps)


Change is inevitable. We all too often think of change as a negative occurance. In my own life I remember not enjoying a change of address or set of friends. I don't like when my plans for the afternoon are changed from leisurely reading to labor in the hot outdoors. It's an unwelcome change too when the hairdresser cuts my hair in the exact opposite of what I asked her to do. I'm sure you all can identify with me. Change is often not what we want. Except for the few choice exceptions.

This year I'm welcoming change with open arms. I'm even planning on it happening at the end of this very month! Every waking thought of each passing day is used to plan out each step of this new change in my life. It isn't the first time I've encountered this sort of transition, but I greatly anticipate this particular take on an old classic.


I'm Going to College!


I've flown all the way to Wyoming for a year to experience Jackson Hole Bible College. These past two years I have been able to benefit from incredible teachers through online education at Toccoa Falls College. But at last, this year I will be heading to a real college campus for a true college experience! I'll change from online classmates to face-to-face interactions. My solitary study will change to exchanging ideas with a peer group. The campus of my home will change to a gorgeous campus in the Tennessee hills. To say I'm excited would be an understatement. I've been looking forward to this oppurtunity for years!



Planning for Change

Obviously a lot of things are going to change once I transfer to Bryan College in Tennesee at the end of this month. I will adjust to a new place, group of people, and pace of study. But then again some things won't really change. I've already been doing work on a college level for three years. I'm used to the work load and responsibility. My positiion is a unique one since I'm a transfer student. So what things in particular am I planning to adapt to in College?



Spiritual Life

The first thing on my mind is my spiritual walk. It's important to me to keep up a daily time when I can pray and dig into the Bible. If any of you out there are in college or about to enter it, you might know what I'm talking about. The stress of time management in a college student's life is enormous. Finding the time to be still and talk with God is important. To try and give myself a leg-up in that department I've found a handy supplement to my daily study. "She Reads Truth" is an online community of women who read the Bible together daily. Through the app you have access to planned devotionals and Bible reading. There's a function that allows you to set an alert on your phone at a specific time to remind you to get into the Word. In addition you have the ability to take notes, bookmark, and read the Bible within the app. So far I've found the app to be really helpful as I prepare to stay spiritually healthy on campus. Some of the studies are free and others only cost a dollar or so to add to your bookshelves. Overall, I love it!




Writing Habits

The second thing that comes to my mind when planning for college is the wondering if I'll have any time to write. I'll say this at least, I've been a college student for about three years now (albeit it not in the traditional way) so I'm know what a full load looks and feels like. The small bit of wisdom that's come to me in that time is this: you accomplish what you make the time for. In other words, whatever writing I've managed to get done in these three years is what I carved out the time to work on. Habits take work and repitition to form. But once you have them you can carry them through the most hectic of schedules.

I know writing is something that brings me happiness and fulfilment. I intend to make time for it because it's something I love to do. How hard will that be? Well once I get immersed into the college schedule I'll be sure to update you guys and let you know how much time I really do have!

A few practical things I'm doing to plan for my writing habits in college is making sure I bring my trusty notebook and my favorite pen. I'm also keeping my account on MyWriteClub alive so I can hopefully stay motivated. Have I found any cool writing apps you may ask? Yes, yes I have. For the storage of all my documents and stray thoughts I trust Evernote. Even in the free version Evernote links all my documents between my devices so I can pick up my iphone and work on what I originally wrote on my ipad. My other favorite writing app of the moment is Werdsmith. This app turned my iphone and ipad into a writing studio. Within the app you have the ability to set an alert to remind you to write as well as the capability of setting word goals as well. The app even has a "history" feature so you can view previous versions of your work! If you pay for the premium version you get even more cool stuff but I'm happy with the free version for now.


So that's my big announcement plus some of the cool apps I'll be taking with me to hopefully ensure college success. Who else here is headed to college this fall? How are you planning for the big change? Who would be interested in seeing more posts in the future geared towards how a writer can survive in college? I'd love to hear your thoughts so don't forget to comment below!



Monday, August 3, 2015

Adam and His Kin: A Book Review


Have the characters in Genesis ever seemed flat to you? I'm talking about Adam, Noah, and Abraham. They have to me. I can admit that because I've been attending church all my life. Growing up in Sunday School some of the most popular lessons are from the book of Genesis. That's no real surprise. Genesis is hugely important and contains very key characters in history. But sometimes while listening to the teacher go on about Adam and Eve I had difficulty picturing anything in my mind besides a man covered by a fig leaf. And in listening to the short account of the Tower of Babel I was left in a very poor state of awe at the story. These historical figures were flat as flannelgraph cut-outs until I read a small but significent book by Ruth Beechick.


"Adam and His Kin: The Lost History of Their Lives and Times" is a book under two-hundred pages that takes you on a journey through the world's forgotten years. In such a short page-span, Beechick manages to enlarge those flannelgraph cut-outs into the figurative giants of the ancient world. The great fathers of mankind in the formative years after the Fall. This book is a brave foray into a mysterious chapter in human history. Though not a true historical fiction, her book weaves together information from linguistics, archeology, astronomy, history, ancient traditions and religions, and ultimately the foundation of the Bible to create this unique glimpse into the world's forgotten years.





Why This Book is Important


Ever since my introduction to the Ancient Man Project I have asked myself why Christians seem content to leave the realm of Ancient History vacant of a real Biblical Perspective. We're content picturing Adam as that silly man wearing a fig leaf instead of acknowledging him as the first and perfect human created by God. Think about some of these questions that Ruth Beechick poses on the back cover of her book:

  • Have History textbooks told us the Truth?
  • How did Mankind learn Language?
  • Where did Civilization begin?
  • Why do Ancient Writings refer to a year of 360 days?
  • What actual events lie behind the Mythologies of the World?
  • Who kept alive the memory of the Distant Past?

Now imagine it's not the History Channel or Ancient Aliens that's about to answer those questions but a woman with a solid Biblical Perspective. This book is a must read for Christians who are hungry for a accurate view of ancient man. Prepare to see Adam, his sons, Noah, and the Tower of Babel like you've never seen them before!


Credit to AiG



How This Book Changed My Life

As I said before, the characters of Genesis were very flat to me before I got a hold of this book. Now these very real historical people have become alive through the pages. Through Beechick's eyes Adam and his sons read the messages that God had placed in the stars. They bring up generations to follow God's law and even develop a school to pass on the knowledge they had acquired. Some choose to remain faithful to God's teachings. Others choose to twist the old ways to suit themselves. After the Flood cities spring up and Cush and Nimrod take advantage of the people's fear of a second world-wide destruction to build a tower as the ultimate rebellion against God's commandments. The curse brought about in the garden festers and becomes a sickness that bursts and spreads out from Babel after the words of men were split into languages. The first great kingdom has been shattered and cannot be put back together. The grand stage of history has been set in these forgotten years of man's past.

Isn't this book fantastic?? "Adam and His Kin" is really the book that gave me that extra inspirational push to write a novel based on ancient man from a Biblical Perspective. I've underlined the living daylights out of this book and I'm still working through the amazing list of resources in the back. Not only is it a great supplement to my historical research into ancient man, it's also a muse I come back to again and again.



That's a lot of awesome packed into a book that's not even 300 pages long! Have you read it before? What did you think of it? Was there anything in particular your agreed with or disagreed with? Had any of those questions Beechick mentioned ever occured to you before? I can't wait to hear your thoughts so don't forget to share them below!