Thursday, October 15, 2026
Saturday, October 10, 2026
Our Pixabay Account
Need free images, illustrations, or music? We are here on Pixabay:
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We will continue to upload more. Maybe book covers as well.
Tuesday, August 19, 2025
Secrets of Jericho Bay ~ Book 2 ~ Episode 4: Lexie, Rangers, and Bullet ...
This is episode 4 of my audiobook. It's published on YouTube. If you're interested in joining my team of Christian YouTube writers, drop me a comment.
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Coloring Through the Scriptures
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Coloring Through the Scriptures is not quite a new release, but it's one of our favorites. All our coloring books were created for my mom, who suffers from dementia. So, join us and bring Scripture to life with every stroke of your coloring pencils or crayons will do just fine.
This book is a creative and meaningful way to relax, reflect, and perhaps reconnect with your faith, or a wonderful way to memorize God's Word.
We’re excited to introduce Coloring Through the Scriptures — a beautifully designed, soul-nourishing journey through God’s Word, one coloring page at a time! Over 50 pages of inspiration and art.
Each page with carefully chosen Bible verses written in large, easy-to-color letters really does make the Word of God come alive.
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| FREE to Download |
Whether you’re an experienced colorist or just beginning, this book is perfect for:
🌿 Quiet devotional time
🖍️ Creative stress relief
🎁 Thoughtful, faith-filled gifts for loved ones
What makes our coloring book special?
✔️ Bold, uplifting artwork that enhances each verse
✔️ Clear, large-print scriptures to color and memorize
✔️ Over 50 pages to inspire joy, peace, and spiritual growth
✔️ Suitable for all ages — from kids to adults
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Friday, April 18, 2025
Blood On My Hands: An Easter Story
There’s blood in the courtyard, creeping into every crevice. A living force swirls it in different directions, gradually covering every stone till it slithers among the white lilies. An eerie hush envelops the garden, withering within the shadows cast by three rugged crosses.
Walking through the courtyard, I tremble as my eyes follow a path of bloody footprints. Above me, a mourning dove sings, then flutters its wings but remains perched; her cooing song haunts the dusk-like hours.
From noon till three, the sun had stopped shining. The darkness had taken our breath away.
“I think we killed an innocent man today,” I whisper. “But my orders were to—”
“There’s so much blood, so much blood.” In the growing shadows, a woman crawls on hands and knees, disturbing the pool of blood.
I hang my head. Shame can choke a guilty man.
She sobs, her tears dripping into the pool. Each tear, sparkling in twilight, splatters spots of red on her dress. It doesn’t matter; she’s already stained.
“You knew this man?”
She looks at me with sad eyes. “Yes, He was my Son. But not really.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Why did He let me … let them do that to Him?”
Slowly, she stands to her feet and examines the cuts on my hand. I flinch. There’s a thorn embedded in the flesh near my thumb. I look away as she masterfully removes it. She smiles as she returns to her impossible task.
There’s not enough rags, I think, or enough buckets. “Leave it,” I tell her. “I’ll take care of it.”
In the cool of the evening, having failed to clean the courtyard, I take a long walk to the place of the Skull. No amount of water could have washed His blood off my hands. It stuck, it burnt, it outlined my fingernails. I don’t like how His death is affecting me. “Let it go,” I mumble. “He was just another man.”
As I struggle up the hill, a daunting breeze fights with my newly-assigned cloak. A gift for my first kill. It’s a guilt offering. Maybe I’ll leave it at the foot of His cross. I wonder if anyone will remember Him?
As I near the Skull, I watch someone taking His lifeless body off the blood-soaked cypress. The wind rustles the one part of his loincloth that isn’t sticking to his flesh by oozing blood. I take a deep breath, keeping my distance. My heart beats through the walls of its chambers as I remember His words: “Father, forgive them. They don’t know what they’re doing.”
My ears are ringing. It’s deafening. I can still hear the echo of the hammer hitting the nails. I pierced his hands and drilled through his feet. "No!" I sigh.
“Were you … are you the Son of God?”
“Yes.”
It was a still, small voice, but it knocked me off my feet, down the hill, and into the wild brambles. The thorns pierce my flesh. I moan.
The way home feels unfamiliar. My shadow seems disconnected, or a second person is walking beside me. Invisible? Did I hammer the nails into the Son of God? Is there a greater sin?
Each tree I pass reminds me of Him. Every cypress, cedar, and pine shudders, spindly arms shooting out ready to devour me, laboriously uprooting themselves. I run, stumbling through creeping shadows, as a red moon rises. A raven caws, bringing an end to a day of infamy. It is finished.
The world will never be the same. What will I do with His blood on my hands?
Blood on My Hands: An Easter Story
Author: Deborah L. Alten
Copyright, Deborah L. Alten, 2025
Friday, February 21, 2025
Author Central, Do You Have One?
Author Central is where authors can sign up and have all their books on Amazon in one place. People can opt to follow you. This I like, but, with any social media, I'm not sure if it's working. It takes a lot of marketing, and buying ads. For now, I'm hesitant to buy ads, but it might be coming to that.
Here's the link to me: Debora L. Alten
This is where I have my library of coloring books, drawing pads, and new Kindle episodes of seasonal short stories. The latter used to be on Kindle Vella which has now disbanded. Secrets of Jericho Bay, season 2, is in the works.
Drop your link in the comment section.
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