My Analysis of ‘‘Three Questions’’ by Tolstoy

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Fri, 03/29/2013 - 23:19

This year, I was anxious to gain a high piano exam score. I can compare my manners to the King in Tolstoy’s “Three Questions”. You see, in “Three Questions”, the King declared that he would reward the man who could teach him, “What was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how he might know what was the most important thing to do.” hoping that if he gained this information, he would never fail in anything he might undertake. But not one answer pleased the King so he asked a poor yet wise hermit.

Resurrect

Submitted by Anna on Fri, 03/29/2013 - 04:11

“He hasn’t woken. Please, Lord, he still hasn’t woken.”
Martha watched her sister lace long, taut fingers together and press them to her lips. To Martha, it seemed unreal. Between the two, her sister had always been serene. Now her throat constricted visibly as if she was choking. And Martha, the worrywart, laid her hand on her sister’s arm. Goosebumps covered her coffee-colored skin. “Have you called Joshua?”
{{“Have you called Joshua?” Martha called from the bathroom, wringing her black hair out in front of the mirror.
“Yep, just did! He said he’s on his way.”

Daddy Speaks, I Write: Jesus Christ - AMEN!

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Thu, 03/28/2013 - 00:58

At the end
Of a monument,
And a
Monumental word,
We understand the grandeur
Of God.

Words are monumental
In many ways.
They can declare
God's glory
Or attack His name.

We are called
To be like Christ
And live in the
Glory of God
Each day.

Never-ending.

Jesus proclaims God
Through creating
And creation.
As should we.

We must proclaim
Every day
"Jesus...
Did THAT!"

The Shadow of a Great Man

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Thu, 03/28/2013 - 00:53

A shadow; a vague mist of darkness buried in the night. She put it in a box and locked it away in her heart, wishing it hidden from the world. From time to time she would pull it out and caress it gently as she cried. Eventually, it became a source of comfort, even when her sorrows passed. During those days she would pull it out and wrap it around her fingers like a scrap of cloth. She would pull on it when she was nervous and press on it when she was angry. It never failed to calm her.

Until the End of Time

Submitted by little woman on Wed, 03/27/2013 - 16:25

I am the voice of the wind through the barren trees
I am the cry of the motherless child
I am the silence that rises at night
I am the hope of the young

I know despair that chokes out the night
I know pain that overwhelms your mind
I know yearning that cannot be satisfied
I know joy that can never be described

I've been lost in darkness
I've been bathed in light
I have fought the battle
that alone you need not be

The Captain Club: The Adventure in King's Forest Part 3

Submitted by j. Glen pollard on Tue, 03/26/2013 - 18:11

WHAT! HE’S GONE!” THE Club said in the morning. The grown-ups and children crowded around Julius as he sat on a stump. He sat with his back bent over and the sides of his mouth seemed as if to hang off his face.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” Mrs. Parker said sitting on a lawn chair next to him and giving him a hug. When he was younger, this made Julius feel comfortable; now, it just made him feel childish, for not being more responsible with his dog. He moved away from his mom, not wanting her to see his tears.

Island of the Kahts~ Part Eleven

Submitted by Kay J Fields on Mon, 03/25/2013 - 19:58

When morning dawned, I woke up—unable to remember ever falling asleep—and for the first few minutes I only thought of the hunt, of finding the Kahts and finishing the mission. But when Volny groaned in his sleep and rolled over, I remembered other things. I dressed quickly, feeling a slight twinge of ache in the center of my back, where Han’s blade had pinched me.

The argument, Volny’s strangeness, my talk with Bart, and the inexplicable sword pressed to by spine in the moonlight… I glanced once at Volny and vacated the tent.

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