(This is the research paper I wrote for my freshman year of high school, and while some may find the content dull, it gives me something worthwhile to put on apricotpie.) Millions of crimes are committed every year, and not all of them are solved. But crime scene investigators and scientists are here to make the world a better place. Using ordinary things like blood, dirt, and glass, and also technology superior to what the earliest crime investigators have, they are able to solve many crimes.

You know the feeling when you begin to see a person in a new light… they’ve always been there, but they’ve never been like this, never have their blue eyes glowed, never has that smile transfixed you, never has their voice sounded like this. It’s so new. So strange. So wonderful.

I’m having this weird feeling right now. It’s the same feeling I get at the beginning of every summer. Granted, it’s not quite summer yet. The feeling’s come a little early this year. It’s the realization that, no matter how much dirt and crap and homework has gotten thrown at you, you are gonna have some fun soon. No matter completely horrible life has been, there will at least be some brief respite from the torture chamber.

I gazed towards the gentle glow
that was slowly disappearing
stars appeared apprehensively
from their twilit hiding spots.

The ghostly fog in front of me
was my warm breath sliding
into the darkness as I
shifted from foot to foot.

This was a star-trail night.
The moon no longer visible,
the clouds long since gone,
a stunning visage left behind.

Light against dark. Dark
against the light.
Something stirred inside me
my arms outstretched
to embrace the sky.

Gradually, the crowd silenced, sensing that Aslan wanted to speak.
His eyes seemed sad. “We must move from this place at once, it will be used for other purposes.” His eyes grew even sadder. “We shall encamp tonight at the Fords of Beruna.”
Once again, the crowd cheered and began to make preparations for the brief journey.

It’s so unfair. They don’t even notice how sad Aslan is, I thought with contempt.

With a deep breath, she stepped across the threshold of the ballroom and into the hall. She started to go for the nearest staircase, but then paused to listen. All was quiet- they were probably outside playing croquet or badminton, giving Millie the perfect opportunity to slip outside the back way without being noticed. Even thought she had wanted to speak to her Grandparents, not facing them would make her much more at ease when it came time to speak to the Doctor. In spite of her jumpy nerves, she was half-rejoicing in being alone in the house when she heard a voice behind her.

Chapter Three

1. And the king was greatly astounded. And he said unto his servants, "Fill thou another room full of straw, and make it four tons of straw."

2. And Leah was again sent unto the room with more straw. And she wept bitterly, for, was there no hope? And would the little man return again? Nay.

3. And as Leah was weeping, the little man came in unto this room also, and said unto her,

Chapter Two

1. And all of a sudden, a little man came in unto the room out of nowhere. And he said unto Leah,

2. "Why weepest thou, child?" And Leah answered and saud unto him, "my father did lie unto the king, and said unto him that I canst make straw into gold. But I cannot."

3. And the little man laughed and said unto her, "weep not child, for I can do that which thou said thou cannot. Just give unto me something of great value."

4. And Leah wondered at the words which he spake, and she gave unto him her necklace of gold.

La la la....
Here's some poems.

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'surrender'

They watch the world through dark'ning eyes
Content to be, and not to try
And though they greet with upturned nose
Their happiness at little shows
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'prey'

Forests rush past
The lone bird tries to get its bearings
Wings flap furiously, raising chaos
Unknown to the woman walking by
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'dew'

Between the strand of sea and dark of night
I look across to see the stars of earth
which gleam and make a shadowed world alight.
It is a dawn made of dark and strange birth.
But if the moon and stars had blessed this rise
to such heavenly bodies I would ask
what morn will come to us and what of skies?
But there is none for this poetic task.
None, save the lights from towers standing tall.