A Light

Submitted by The Way on Thu, 04/04/2013 - 20:09

From the Darkness
Rises a Light
Standing strong
Pure and Holy
The Shadows flee
Terror in their eyes
For this one cannot be chained

Summer Goes As Winter Comes

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Thu, 04/04/2013 - 20:02

Hidden in the trees,
Deep beneath the sun,
A glint of silver in the leaves
Hints that summer's done.

The glint soon grows to silver drops
That drain out of the sky
Like little pieces of the sun
That fall until it dies.

And with the sun, so goes the rain,
And even goes the dew.
They're all replaced by cotton-balls
That float down from the moon.

The sky is dark in wintertime
Without the sun or moon.
And even treetops shake with fear
And hope the cold ends soon.

Charlotte Green: pt 3

Submitted by Kassady on Wed, 04/03/2013 - 20:07

Part Ⅲ

“One does not cross their legs, ever,” Mrs. Green reprimands Charlotte with an irritated air of one who has sat too long in one attitude.

Charlotte uncrosses her legs, and instead crosses her ankles with an irritable sigh. Her cotton stockings feel tight and restricting as both women wait as patiently as possible. “Mama, when shall Mr. Pearson arrive?”

“Whenever he arrives,” Mrs. Green says as patiently as she capably can.

Red Pen

Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 04/02/2013 - 20:44

There he, there he goes flitting 'cross the sky red, bold-winged and beautiful even cardinals die

What does the lone bird say to the man who cannot hear bird sits among the others singing but the song evades man's ears

Dare he try to make a wave his colors still the eyes faces press to glass panes firm even cardinals die

Reaching man is not a job bird's lost all gravity playing fair is no concern bird needs no legacy

And then beneath the oak tree lay a lone bird stilled of flight red, bold-winged and beautiful even cardinals die

Fredric Fatface

Submitted by Abigail Naomi … on Sun, 03/31/2013 - 03:52

There once was a man, named Fredrick Fatface,
Who wore smelly tweed,
and a cuff of white lace,
and who never could find,
to his mother's despair,
a lovely thin wife,
who would brush his sad hair,
and sew him a coat,
and clean up his lace,
and make a good man
of poor Fredrick Fatface.

The Resurrection: Why a Defense?

Submitted by Benjamin on Sun, 03/31/2013 - 00:05

Perhaps the most common challenge faced by Christians throughout history is a challenge to the historicity of the Resurrection. Time and time again, the foes of Christianity have arrayed their forces against the factuality of the Resurrection, seeking to destroy this doctrine. As much today as in times past, the Christian must be prepared to withstand all such arguments, as we take captive every thought to the dominion of Christ. But why should we defend the Resurrection? Of what significance is this doctrine to the Christian faith?

lived in/funny how it snowed/dandelion pepper

Submitted by Madeline on Sat, 03/30/2013 - 17:52

lived in

the countertops are a far cry from what most consider clean littered with a butter wrapper and slices of cheese and crackers potatoes dance in the microwave, sixteen seconds to go late-night chicken sizzles in the oven that has sown many a meal in its day THE HELP sits on the table cracked open, spine slumping forth to greet the striped tablecloth a kettle bursts with tea water; right now it's boiling for hot coca which she'll get to in a minute as soon as she finishes writing about what a kitchen looks like when it's lived in

funny how it snowed

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