I would greatly appreciate any comments/advice!

O.O.C. did anybody notice the notes section below the "Body" box? Maybe that's where i should put the ooc stuff. Previous Chapter Adren literally flew downstairs. Kamor was cleaning the kitchen, and without looking up he said: "I don't know who put that note there, but the name is excellent." Adren was shocked, "What! Someone knew we were here and put that note in the book! We have to find them! What name?" "Teach ar Leith.

Must I struggle with my pride,
My foolishness and sin?
Why do I, with angry stride
Attempt to banish Him?

Grief reigns deep within my heart,
For I have grieved my Lord –
Succumbing to the devil’s dart
And using not my sword.

I have sinned – wilt Thou forgive
Though I am weak and poor?
I cannot see how I can live
Without Thy love forevermore.

“Precious child, let go thy load.
Have faith in Me and rest.
Need thou leave my safe abode
Whilst thou art so oppressed?

Before me I see 15 girls, each one a little taller than the one to her right. Each a year older than the one before. Golden hair, they all have, except for the youngest. They are looking around, chatting with their neighbor. They don’t know that I am there I walk to the start of the line. Before me is a baby. She has dark hair covering her head. Her face is rosy and her fists are clenched. Her left ear is smaller than the right. I bend down and take her in my arms. “Sleep well, little one,for you will see amazing things one day.” I gently set her down and move up the line.

Sam rolled onto the other side of the bed. Grabbing the alarm clock off the bedside table, she read the time: 9:30.
“Heck!” she mumbled. “I’m late for the interview!”

Still half asleep, Sam rushed out of the room and tumbled down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“Hey, looks like you finally woke up.”

Sam’s dad, Mr Miller greeted her.

“Dad, please, please can you drop me off to the job interview? I’m already behind time and I don’t have a ride,” Samantha said through her mouth-full of cornflakes.

Mr Miller shook his head.

My journey to the mountain,
began, not long ago.
it began in a small village,
where life went to and fro.

I didn’t know what was in store,
while I laughed with friends.
It’s hard to recall my life before,
change came ‘round the bend.

One night, before the snow,
I woke from a strange dream.
I heard a voice inside my head,
or that’s the way it seemed.

What I heard, it changed my life
and sent shivers through my skin.
I was told I would change something,
if I could climb the tall mountain.

[I wanted to put a note to say that this story deals both with 'mature thematic elements' and distressing emotions and may not be suitable for younger readers. Blessings! Sarah]

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SHE woke to see a fiery bloom on the windowsill. A note against the glass was scrawled with familiar writing.

She went downstairs, and felt that she was parleying, but she kissed his scratchy cheek, with its russet bristles and the smell of pigs and cows and earth, to moderate his mood.

She sprang - “Tack for the present, Papa!” - back.

They were in there again. Dancing... in her ballroom. Millie took a deep breath. She stood in the hall just outside- although the sun had only just set, the dancing was already in full swing. She hadn't danced yet, and didn't feel like it, despite the fact that there were many desirable partners. Somehow, she didn't feel like joining them. Louise would have giggled and said that the absence of a certain Doctor had something to do with her listlessness, and laughingly Millie would have objected. Half-heartedly, of course, because she knew in her heart that was the reason.

We left ghosts of ourselves in empty houses,
so many that we lost count
until we each were thin and spread out.
We were young and foolish then
and preffered it that way.
Transparent against the setting sun,
we barely cast out shadows,
and everything went straight through us,
be it words or fists or the breeze.
Untouchable, even to each other,
but the way our voices reverberated
through us like stones knocking against our bones
was too good to pass up.
Standing in the depths of the river rapids

the tides of summer
come washing in
bathing innocence
with its light

beaches stretch on
for sandy miles
stained with waste
and footprints

grass gets dry
like cornhusks
like brittle hay
pokes bare feet

new freckles
uneven tans
showcasing white
where straps once laid

air conditioners
rotating fans
whirring through the night
with fevered blades

when hair is cut
above the ears
and socks are
seldom worn