Somewhere, M. Night Shyamalan is staying up late writing a draft.
Why would you refer to this as fiction?
If you had faith the size of a grain of a mustard seed, you could say to a mountain, be removed, and it would be cast into the sea.
I believe God truly did this to protect a toddler from harm.
May He Who is able to keep you from falling touch your heart, remove the coldness, so that you have a heart of flesh, instead of a heart of stone, and may you, with your own eyes, see the salvation of the Lord.
“Somewhere, M. Night Shyamalan is staying up late writing a draft. “
A truly horrifying plot!
I like Patricia Heaton’s idea for a version of Survivor that involves adults having to chase several toddlers around 24/7.