*A/N* I had a burst of inspiration! Enjoy :)

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.

( Important note! I changed Matthew's daughter's name to Hope. So now when you read at least you won't be confused on that point.)
‘’ For the time’’ was a few months, during which Matthew learned much. He
learned that they called themselves Luccins; that was their real name. It meant ‘’ people of light’’. Matthew was puzzled by this, until it was explained to him that they believed that they ‘’saw’’ more than his kind did, due to their knowledge.

Many children play an instrument for school. Or, even better, they may play it for their enjoyment. I play an instrument too; it's the piano.

I started practicing on the piano at the age of five. My parents recall that on the first day of my piano lesson, which would eventually lead up to eight more years of diligent practice, I was crying because I didn't want to learn and because I was nervous.

But now, as I look back, I cannot imagine why I would react that way to the piano.

In the garden, His soul is sorrowful to death.
Bloody tears and sweat mingled with every breath.
He falls on His face and beseeches the Father,
Asking that the cup might go no farther.

My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will but as You will.

That night, Peter, James, and John He brought,
Instead of temptation, it was sleep they fought.
The spirit was willing yet the flesh was weak – so unlike Him who prayed.
And as He finishes – into the hands of sinners, the Son of Man is betrayed.

Keely pounced. Her hands closed on squirming, wiggling fur.
"Got you!" she yelled.
"Ugh, ugh, let me go," said the jackalope.
"Not until you grant me a wish. You can do that, right?"
"No!"
"You can so! I know because George used one of you to find the best place to dig the new well for the kitchen garden."
"Oh, very well," groaned the jackalope. "What is it, then?"

Yearning to see Your face
in this place
wanting something that's beyond my reach,
faithful through the storm,
present even in the calm.
Something that not only holds on to me
but secures.
Keeps my heart
beating
my lungs breathing,
not just allowing me to stay alive
but keeping me eager to strive
with joy
through the pain
until i am emptied
of all but what
is mirrored
from Your life.
Aware of my
walls
my ties
to the earthly things
that this life brings

Once upon a time there was a brick. This brick wasn't like other bricks, this brick was special. He was the eighty-first brick on a long road that everybody traveled on. He'd been stepped on by so many people he couldn't even count. This brick felt important. He made it easy for other people to travel. Horses and carts relied on him to get them where they were going. One day however, this brick was tired of just being walked on. He looked at another brick across the street, the brick he was looking at was fourth brick on the third row of a building.

Scarlet frantically rushed around the battle field. "Gaelen!?" She cried into the darkness, no response. "Gaelen!?" She called again. It had been three hours, three lonely, awful hours. The sun was just barely under the horizon, filling the field with an eerie, blue light.  "Gaelen!" Scarlet sobbed "Dear God, please don't let him be dead!" She whispered between tears. She looked around her feet. Hundreds of bodies lay everywhere and the blood flowed like a stream.

“William Charles Maxwell the Third, will you get your feet off the table and listen for once!”
“I am listening. I just don't look like it.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“Tell me what I said when I first came in.”
“You were snapping at the doorman.”
“To you.”
“You dropped a stack of papers on my desk, waited for a few seconds, then said 'Put that Slinky away -these papers need filing.' Then you paused. 'William,' you said, and paused again. 'William, pay attention,' you said, louder. After that you slammed your fist down.”