Written by yours truly, and the amazing Kassady!!!

Homey's Intro

Want to play a rousing game of truth or dare that's homeschooler friendly? The automated games out there today are either too boring, irrelevant, or filled with romance. Blah! (We're having none of that, nope. We're gonna be old spinsters before it's over). Anywho...Kassady and I have come up with a brilliant game. HOMESCHOOL truth or dare! Can you believe it? So, sit back, and get ready to play with your friends. It'll challenge you in a wholesome, organic, totally appropriate way. (Not).

Their Lord was dead; they’d laid Him in the tomb.
The Romans killed their head; now they waited for their doom.
What were they to do now that men had killed their Jesus?
With Him no longer here, who was there to save us?

They’d forgotten His words, what He’d said many times.
He foretold His death – and they’d doubted those lines.
He’d said the Son of Man, would be delivered over,
Be crucified by Gentiles – its truth now made them sober.

[to the p a s t]

There she sits, unreachable
To him. He is so imperfect.
She sits across the table,
But he still feels so wrecked.

There she sits, unreachable
To him. He just cannot reach,
This girl who means so much to him,
But he cannot form speech.

There she sits, unreachable
To him. He just needs some courage,
To get their friendship together again,
But he has extra baggage.

There she sits, unreachable
To him. Now he is walking over,
She will turn to smile at him,
And he has the luck of a four leaf clover.

Chapter Five

TELL ME IF I'M BORING YOU ;) And thanks for all the nice comments and suggestions/forgot-what-it's called xD I hope you like this chapter! :D

Chapter Two – Of Strange Occurences

You fold the panties,
Very small,
And put them in their pile.
You fold the little boy shirt,
You fold your dad's boxers,
Then you reach for the jeans,
That practically fill the whole basket,
You hold them up,
Look at the tag
And frown in confusion,
The waist looks too small,
fo you,
The length legs are just right,
You haven't ever seenthem before,
They can't be yours.
You run up the stais,
Calling "Mommy,
Are these yours?"
She looks at the tag,
Looks at the legnth,

A couple of months ago, I was at a national debate tournament, watching a semi-final round. As the debate progressed, one of the debaters attempted to make the claim that the U.S. had limited itself to bombing only munitions dumps in a certain conflict and that no civilian life had been taken. However, the other debater, in his next speech pointed out several flaws in the claim.

In the United States’ upcoming presidential election, we are faced with two candidates from the two major opposing parties: democrat and republican. The democrat candidate we know and are familiar with: Barrack Obama, our president for the past four years. But what of the republican candidate, Mitt Romney? Who is he? What does he believe? If you are like the majority of Americans, you probably don’t have a clue. Whether by intent or otherwise, Mitt Romney has successfully kept secret what he truly believes, when it comes to the realm of politics, from most Americans.

Sorry I took so long in writing this chapter. There’s this thing called ‘life’. Keeps me very busy.

I wrote this listening to some of Aalen Fideli’s music. Before you read, go track one of A.F. comments, and there is a link to his music. Click on Control Lost. Some people can write creatively with metal music blasting in their ears, and I’m one of them. Maths is a different subject.

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