Tag: Scriptures Sass and Stories
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The Egypt Directory
Saydah had made herself a cup of tea, settled into her favorite chair, and was halfway through reading an article about drought-resistant landscaping when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Unknown Number. Normally, she ignored unknown numbers the way sensible people ignored expired coupons and suspicious text messages promising free cruises. But that…
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Low Volume
A Sasspoint Village Narrative By 6:48 a.m., Marceline Rowe had already ignored two phone calls, one twelve-minute voice note, and a text message that simply read: “Call me ASAP. It’s too much.” Nothing good had ever followed the phrase “It’s too much.” Especially before sunlight. Marceline lived in the quieter side of Sasspoint Village, where…
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The Roundabout
In Sasspoint Village, just past the curve that led toward Boutique Row, sat a small food stand everyone knew as Tonia’s Chop Shop. Not because it was flashy. But because it was certain. The scent reached you before the sign did. Puff puff—golden, soft, breaking open warm.Beef patties—flaky, structured, never falling apart.Roasted meat—seasoned deeply, turned…
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Refuse the Surface
Bible closed at night.Dust rests on Talyn’s nightstand.City lights flicker. Sasspoint hums outside.Schedules press against her time.The Word waits in still. Not lack of desire—just noise dressed up as purpose.Days move without depth. One morning, Talynsits without inspiration—just tired of thin days. Black blouse, quiet strength.Ankara brushes the floor.She opens the Book. Not for one…
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The Presumption of Reply
The evening light stretched across Palm Walk, quiet and undisturbed. Aziza sat with her phone in hand, her expression composed—but not settled. “I asked God,” she said, almost to herself.“And He answered.” Nia glanced at her, then nodded once. “That should be the end of it.” Aziza didn’t respond immediately. Because it should have been.…
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The Refill Policy
The sign was still there. “Refills available for members only.” Sasspoint Village had levels for everything now.Even coffee. Gold tag on my key—membership has its own perks.I forgot my home. Mara tapped her cup lightly on the counter. Empty. Empty. She checked her bag again—slowly this time,as if the membership card might appear out of…
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Don’t Ghost the Pew
Don’t Ghost the Pew — A Sasspoint Village Tale In Sasspoint Village, the pews had a reputation of their own. They were always occupied, always tended. Always carrying the quiet history of saints who had worshiped through droughts, downpours, and decades. But recently, a new murmur drifted through Boutique Row and along the Settle-Waters Boardwalk:…
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The Balcony Decision
Sasspoint Village™ The Balcony Decision In Sasspoint Village, engagements were almost seasonal. Every spring, someone was announcing. Every summer, someone was glowing. Every fall, someone was posting bridal portraits against the marina skyline. And every winter, the whispers began. “Still single?” Amara heard it without people saying it. She was accomplished. Elegant. Steady.Her linen blazer…
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Muted, Yet Bold Enough to Call
Muted, Yet Bold Enough to Call She muted the thread.That was the hint.The polite cough of modern boundaries. But then—📞 ring ring. Oh. So this wasn’t about communication.This was about access. She blinked. Smirked.Because nothing reveals entitlement faster than someone calling after you’ve already chosen silence. No explanations were drafted.No long paragraphs typed.No “I just…
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The Wisdom Filter
The Wisdom Filter In Sasspoint Village, opportunity rarely arrived quietly. It came through messages, meetings, invitations, and recommendations—each carrying advice that sounded urgent, confident, and convincing. Naomi, whose name meant pleasant, had recently been offered a leadership role in a fast-growing design firm within the Harbor District. The position would expand her influence, increase her…