The Bear Creek Creative Family

Welcome to our family blog, where we post some of the outpouring of creativity that has been uniquely given to us by the Great Creator Himself. It’s a key part of our family identity! Join us in exploring the simple joys and creative vibes that keeps our family having fun. We hope you get inspired to let loose your own creative gifts!

“Do not neglect the gift you have, which was given you by prophecy when the council of elders laid their hands on you. Practice these things, immerse yourself in them, so that all may see your progress.” 1 Timothy 4:14-15

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Zara the Protector

A Field Guide to Gnomes

Hectorium Infinium

Latest Creative Posts

20: The Return

20: The Return

ust before February dawned, Dad dropped a bombshell—they were leaving the Christian House. In those last days of January, the family grappled with the impending move, emotions swirling as they prepared to bid farewell to the familiar walls and cherished memories of their soon-to-be former home.

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The Green Beighn: Part 5

The Green Beighn: Part 5

The Urickh Town Sheriff had been alerted of the outlawed woman, and was on the lookout for her, knowing she would probably show up in his town. In fact, the sheriff was waiting by the edge of the woods when the woman herself reached Urickh. She stepped out of the...

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Watercolor Hiker

Watercolor Hiker

A hiker girl admiring a sunny day. I used watercolor brushes in Procreate to give the traditional watercolor look.

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20: The Return

19: A Refuge

Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The Svensonn family owed the old hotel. They were a big family; a dad, a mom, and a whole mess of kids. How many, it was hard to say. It all depended on the accuracy of one's counting – it took Grey a few days to finally decide that they...

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The Chronicles of Eldon: Before

The Chronicles of Eldon: Before

For King Alaric III of the Realms of Vaste- King Alaric the Ruthless- life is an enemy to be slain, and other men are pawns to be ruled. But when a mysterious visitor appears demanding a long-forgotten reckoning, Alaric is forced to try and defeat death itself. A battle ensues- not merely one of steel against steel, but one of secrets concealed and memories long buried.

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Crunjo

Crunjo

A side hyena character in the upcoming book.

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Projection Emitter Pt 3: Burst Needle Stream

Projection Emitter Pt 3: Burst Needle Stream

In the cosmic symphony, Projection Emitter #3 engages in a whimsical monologue with the latest descendant, expressing relief at their survival and offering a cosmic crash course on the intricacies of the universe. Amidst discussions of BNS beams and light years, the entity contemplates the occasional monotony of projecting reality into the vast blackness. The narrative takes an unexpected turn as the cosmic guide’s attention shifts abruptly, leaving the descendant to ponder the mysteries of the whirling sparkles.

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Danipaw

Danipaw

A main character in our upcoming book, a capybara

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The Green Beighn: Part 5

The Green Beighn: Part 4

Pete Snard was a personable young man, friendly even while The Green Bean, a week after the night at the inn, delivered him to the Tinytown dungeons. Pete was very kind to Lyman. He never complained of the uncomfortable bindings securing his hands, or the bumpy,...

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Intelligent Puppy Dawg

Intelligent Puppy Dawg

I don't know why I drew this doodle back in 2011. I don't even like dogs. If you like these old sketches let me know in the comments below!

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The Green Beighn: Part 5

The Green Beighn: Part 3

Far away, in the neighboring kingdom of Wigginsvin, a woman was in a building. She was only thirty years old. She was still young, pretty, and timid. She backed away from the glaring, tall soldier, and bit her lip. “Please, sir, I didn’t do nothing. I-I was only...

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20: The Return

18: The Splintering

Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The evening cooled, chickadees and grasshoppers finished singing for the day. The last doves mourned the falling of the sun, their low, solemn voices echoing down the mountain slope. The air took on a touch of autumn, a hint of cold to...

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