Anne never forgot her magical journey with the Pevensies. At first, after coming back into Spare Oom, she struggled endlessly with doubt as she questioned if her journey really occurred. But now, as she resides in America, Lancaster, PA with her loving and patient husband David and her eight lovely children whom four are named, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, she truly believes that her experiences were indeed, true.
There are few moments more awkward or unbearable than that which a young man inquires if a lady should share the saddle with him. Oh odious predicament! Millie and Louise were speechless, and even Anthony started to feel that he had said something out of place. But no, that did not prevent him from extending his hand to help her up into the saddle behind him. Millie was about to blather an excuse when Louise stepped closer to Anthony with a bright look on her face.
The Still Voice of A Poet
The quiet little poet
Sits in a corner all alone
Pen and paper, worth more than gold
The folding chair is her throne.
Poetry whispers very softly
It takes the ear of one who cares,
To hear the tiny voice
And see the thoughts it bears
The voice of a poet
Is still, that is true
But it can still effect you
Just see what it may do!
In a few hours, they came to a paved road, which was mostly in good condition, despite being untouched-for the most part, anyways- for the past thirteen months or so.
Kerry looked in both directions. “So…where’s the car?”
Colin looked at his wristwatch. “Late.”
“How late?”
“Twenty minutes and forty seven point three seconds late,” Colin replied. “If he isn’t here soon-“
The roar of a car engine interrupted him and Colin looked down the road. “Check that. No need for threats now.”
“Tai!”
“Tai Cody flipped off her headphones. “What?” she asked in an annoyed voice.
“Sorry,” her twin Rex said as he came up, “but there's a problem. A big one. Two, actually.”
“I haven't slept in a week, Rex. Don't start talking about problems.”
Rex ignored her and perched on her desk.
“Kerry ran off.”
“No,” Tai looked up. “She deserted?”
What should I write? I have stories that demand to be worked on, but I never find the time to write.
Maybe if I had a goal... *wink
So here is the question: Which of the following should I give priority to?
A. Rinsenar Pete, the light trilogy.
B. The Home.
C. The History of Arpag.
D. World of Skycanyon.
E. A Situation. (steampunk idea)
F. Aahrenwold.
G. New Story (I actually have something i think is pretty good, sans title)
if there's something that didn't make the list, or I did something weird again, tell me.
The Most Asked Questions about Homeschooling
You know all the stupid little questions that everybody automatically asks you directly after you say “Oh, I’m homeschooled”. Sometimes, when I’m so sick of people asking questions, my reply to their “So what school do you go too?” is just naming the local high school. And after that people don’t think twice.
Here they are, in order of how often their asked:
o.o.c. this may or may not turn out to be anything remotely considered interesting, let alone intelligent, as it happens to be 1:00 in the morning as i type this. p.s: since last time I've added a class of separatists. functionally enabled or funkies. props L. K. R.
enough chit-chat.
Okay, so I've decided to start a book, but it's going to come in bits over longer stretches and probably will be re-posted when edited. I am working on outlining -- NO, I'm practically FORCING myself to outline, otherwise it might not turn out well ;) Bear with me through the introductions, because I am trying to make them as interesting as possible, but they are mainly so you can know about the ways of the different lands, as they are vital to the book :)
Introduction, pt. 1 - The Land of Fenburon
Hey y'all!
I will most likely be absent from AP for a while, as I am getting tired of writing Bible Stlye stories. I will be thinking of what I should write next. Though I will be absent in writing, I won't be in commenting and reading y'alls stories =) Just letting y'all know :)
~Sarah