A/N: I do not own any phrases or words that might have been taken from C.S. Lewis’ epic masterpiece and do not wish to.
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“Aslan?” I called out with puzzlement. “Aslan, where are you?”
There was no reply.
I sank down on my knees onto the lush green grass and thought to myself, What did I get myself into? So that was reason why I was brought into Narnia?! Since when did I become so special? I forced myself to think about other things. It’s so peaceful in Narnia.
“Not for long,” a voice in my head said.

(This poem tells a story of a girl who works as a slave at a wealthy but evil household. They make her life a living hell. So she decides to escape, but not before taking her revenge. The "silver cage" refers to her environment. Beautiful house, gorgeous garden, amazing art on the walls and all that jazz. But she is dying to escape.)

As the ivory white tiles glowed
The cashmere curtains fluttered
In the ghastly winter wind that blew
The fragile maids' teeth chattered

I know I already posted part one, but I decided to re-post it! ;)

Into the Future Journal, Pt. 1

January 4th, 2002

I was riding my bike home from school today when I felt this huge gust of wind! It blew me off my bike and then I went blank, I must have been knocked out! Anyways, I woke up in this really strange place, and So I started walking around, trying to figure out where I was. I definitely wasn't in my yard...or town for that matter.

Author's Note: Hello all! Sorry for such a long hiatus; my life has been crazy! I'm finally a monthly writer! YAY! Congrats to Homeschoolgirl and Kassady for becoming monthlies too! This poem is dedicated to you both for my waaaay too long break from writing and your constant support of me here on AP! God Bless! - Wings of Eternity

A whisper of a breath,
My eyes beheld the gaze,
Eternity unbroken,
Unceasing songs of praise.

Infinity in a glance,
Enraptured in the call,
Arms outstretched in welcome,
Wingbeats break my fall.

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I saw why we had taken a tumble on our exit. Brodie’s wooden front door was raised on a concrete step. The time machine door had also raised, but hinged itself half a meter too far left for the step. The two doors matched except for one detail. Where my eyes met a flower-etched panel of foggy glass on Brodie’s dark door, our time machine had the “translator key” watch. I could see the metal socket from the backside of the open door as well as the front.

Advanced Relative Perception and Reaction (ARPR) is a mental ability that allows the (user?) to think faster than normal which causes a perceived "slowing" of time.
The brain (for example) collects information which you process at a normal rate (60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes an hour.) ARPR makes it seem as if there were (a number) seconds a minute allowing you to react faster (or slower; on long car rides for instance) than normal.
Nothing actually changes, but you perceive time differently.
ARPR is like super-speed and slowmotion at the same time.

It was a highly blustrous day which is perfect for urban sailboarding.
Pete and J-Boy were at the local college campus doing just that.

Pete invented the sport. The sailboard is a board similar to a skateboard with a mast in the center.
The mast holds the sail used for steering. A second sail, similar to a parachute, is attached at several points on the board.

Am I to be a spider, laying traps
casting nets
spinning webs—
always hungry,
and never speak—
until my hair is silver as my thread?

I think I should be instead
a careless sparrow, and fly where I may
and land where I please.
Be plain-feathered and plain of song
so none will wish to cage me.

But I will let myself be tugged down
by gravity, or bread.
And I will perch in hand or bush
and be still when I will and have my peace
and be fed.

(A/N) As I always say… “Every true “Narnian” will know and recognize C.S. Lewis’ words and phrases.”
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It seemed as if time had stopped. We couldn’t help but just stare and stare at the Stone Table—it felt like something was keeping us from removing our eyes away from it.

Perhaps because it’s the Stone where Aslan will die on?

“I feel like I can stare at the Stone Tables forever,” said Susan breathlessly. “All those strange symbols and foreign writings on it gives me such a curious and trilling sensation!”

Chapter One

1. And the maidservant of Aurora was heavy with child, and she asked her husband if he might go out and fetch some cabbage from the neighbours yard.

2. And he did agree to do this thing, and he went out into the garden and fetched cabbage.

3. And out of the house came a woman who was very wroth, and said unto the man,

4. "Thou were breaking the commandment saying thou shalt not steal, and thou must give me thy baby to keep and raise as mine own for thy iniquity."