Dominica grabbed her traveling bag and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. she stood on the front porch.

  Taking a deep breath, she said, "Well, it needs to happen."

  The problem was, where would she start?

  Dominica left her yard behind and hurried to the nearby police station.

  When she came in, the officer on duty looked up. It was her favorite officer, police chief Gregor Jimenitz. He stood up.

  "Ahh, Dominica," he said, greeting the sixteen year old girl. "Do you need something?"

It's official. The things that transpire in my dreams are the most creative and bizarre things I have ever come in contact with. I swear that no one has had experiences like mine. I know that some people dream that they can fly, or that they have super powers, or something un-graspable like that....but those things are at least semi-normal. Those are the things that we can day dream about during the day when we are conscious.

The Difference

The Christian shuts his eyes at pornography. The world looks closer.
The Christian rebukes the joker. The world eggs it on.
The Christian studies his Bible. The Enquirer better suits the world.
The Christian sings hymns. The world likes rap and punk.
The Christian is baptized in water. The world is baptized in wine.
The Christian goes to church. The world goes to golf.
The Christian says Christ's our standard. The world prefers Obama.
The Christian upholds standards. The world knocks them down.

   Dominica awoke to crashes in the house that she shared with her parents and brother. Leaping out of bed, she grabbed the dagger that was on her bedside table and dove into her closet to hide.

  When the crashes stopped, she left her hiding place and crept downstairs. She peeked into her parents' room.

  Empty.

  She then checked her brother's room.

  Empty.

  Dominica ran to the living room and looked out the front window. She made out  shapes in the darkness, hurrying away from her house. She figured that her brother and parents had been kidnapped.

                                                     Chapter I

Beauty 'tis in the eye of the beholder',
So goes the quote as the ages have told her.
Yet we judge beholders as good or bad,
If we agree or disagree with what was said.

We each have a story- stored up inside.
Every one of us- has something to hide.
To trust in a neighbor- and confide,
Brings friends together- unified.

Chapter Eight: I Will Find Him It was three days later. Jonathan was still in the company of the followers of the Creator. Although he was still reticent around most of the men, Kianna had stolen his heart. He sat and listened to her with an air of bewilderment, as if he could not understand their way of life. After some coaxing, Kianna told Jonathan stories of her family before they had run to the forest. Their lives were so completely different from those that Jonathan had encountered before that he was dumbfounded.

Hush little baby don’t say a word.

Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.