Since my useless rant I've been thinking about what would truly be helpful on ApricotPie. Number One: Next and Previous Chapter Buttons. You could do this yourself by going into previous chapters and adding links to the next chapter, but it would be three million times more helpful if there were a button. Since someone has to approve content before it gets published, they could find out which story it belongs to and connect it to the previous chapter. If it makes it any easier, Authors can include a note to Moderators signifying the story and chapter-flow it belongs to.

This is a compilation of all the blog posts I made before and during my mission trip to South Africa with the Oregon Adventist Mens Chorus. I've taken out most of the fundraising spiels.

Monday, 25 June 2012: "What's up with this trip, anyhow???"

Hi people. Many of you may be curious, wondering, or just downright confused as to what OAMC is, why I'm trying to go to South Africa with them, and what we plan to do when we get there. The answer to all three questions (plus more!) I promise will be more or less answered in this blog post.

OOC go check out the song "Written Emotions" by MitiS before you read on. Previous Chapter Nick could hardly contain his mirth. Not that he was trying very hard. He clearly enjoyed the look on the two separatists faces. (let it be noted, Reader, that Milla is a separatist too but doesn't know what's going on) Adren was yelling at Nick, "What are you doing here! Why are you spying on us? Why did you put that note in the book! How did you know I'd find it? You didn't even get my name right!

The Girl Who Donated Her Hair

I have a question, does anyone know why my picture won't show up? I have tried a couple different ones and they all do this!(or can you guys see it and just I can't?) If anyone has any clue, I would really appreciate it! Also, any advice with the poetry would be very appreciated, and a comment would make my day!
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Unique

I am scared
Senseless
Shaking

To be me
Original
Unique

To open up
Show
Tell

To be free
Giggle
Wink

[Note: Olaf has not left yet, if you’re wondering why he appears again like a ghost.]

The girl, called Sky, stood there with her mouth hanging straight open. Recovering her composure, she replied with as much dignity as she could muster. ‘Well, I’d like to ask the same to you.’ she said in a husky tone.

‘Well, I—I’m, uh, applying for a job here!’ stuttered Sam.

‘Huh! I can’t believe my best friend wouldn’t tell me about something like that!’ Sky retorted, flipping her glossy brown hair over her shoulder and combing it back into a ponytail.

Sam hung her head. ‘I guess I just wanted to have it over and done with before I told you; that’s all.’

You hear it before
Then it threatens to deafen
A flower of bright colored light
Tendrils of little sparkles fall
Gravitating back to the earth
To the water below.
Would your run from such beauty?
Would you cower guiltily?
Would you cry for the men
Who risked their lives
"For freedom" they had cried
Sometimes you think
"What were they thinking?"
Why did they rebel?
Were their lives worth liberty?
For some of us it's clear
For the others it's just "because"

[The new ending starts after her conversation with Rowan ends.]

“I shouldn’t be having to do this,” Mr. Svenson said, when Martje entered the kitchen, sprigs of sweet marjoram in her hand. He gave the broom to his daughter and went out the back kitchen door, and as she swept she heard the splashing on the outside slate step. He walked back in then, his arms washed to the elbows, and looked at the floor.

As always, I would really appreciate any comments and advice! Hope you enjoy it!
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Rest

There is a rest stop
Just ten miles away

Beside a river
With trees that sway

The road’s been long
You’ve gotten confused

You tripped awhile back
You’ve felt so used

You’ve made friends
Some you’ve burned

Some have stopped
Your distance was earned

You were fooled by some
They seemed like you

They made you stall
You can only trust a few