How God Ghostwrote the Bestseller List

The librarian never decided if the Bible was true, but he knew this, it was the original fanfic.
A story about stories, where God’s the unreliable narrator, and we’re all ghostwriters adding footnotes in the margins.
He loved it not for answers, but for the audacity to claim it contained all of them, like a buffet where every dish is mystery meat…

Echoes And Thrillers

The Bible felt familiar under my fingertips, worn smooth from countless journeys through its dusty pages. My siblings scoffed, “Same old book, Troy,” they’d say, their voices echoing the whispers in the pews. But they didn’t see it, the life that pulsed beneath the surface of worn script, the echoes of countless stories waiting to be recalled.

So I read it again, not for the parables etched in stone, but for the unspoken whispers, the spaces between the lines where my own life found resonance. In the stoicism of Job, I saw my own resilience, the stubborn refusal to let fate dictate my story. In the fiery spirit of Esther, I saw the courage to rise against the tide, to fight for what was right, even when the world seemed stacked against me.