Millie found herself on the lawn. Sitting, with the others, on a table and chairs that were set up for the express purpose of being used for their tea party. Sitting, staring at her cup, knowing that all eyes were trained on her.
I never realized how quick life goes by.
Chapter Three
1. And the woman lifted up her voice, and wept. For she had not remembered the curse upon the child.
2. And she ran unto the king, and told him all that had befallen the child, and enquired of him if she were to die.
3. But, yea, Aurora slept, and the angels put over the whole kingdom a deep sleep, until true love awaken the maid.
4. And, lo, in the land of Persia, king Artaxerxes son, Ramashad, heard of the thing which had been done unto Aurora by Satan.
Augustine calls the Holy Spirit “The quiet guest of our soul.”
St. Augustine in his quote beautifully describes the identity of the Holy Spirit. It is this image of guest that I am going to explain in a yet deeper form. I will begin by presenting to you three examples of three guests, for it is as a guest that St. Augustine describes the Holy Spirit. Then I will describe how the Holy Spirit occupies our souls using my three examples.
“Merry Christmas! Long Live the true King!” Father Christmas shouted back to us as his voice faded in the distance; echoing all around us.
We watched him until his sled, with him inside it start to diminish.
Suddenly, Lucy exclaimed, “Look, he left a sack on the floor! Why don’t we open it?”
We all knelt down in the slowly melting snow and took out its contents.
“Oh,” Susan gasped in delight.” it’s a tea set with some sugar and cream! How lovely!”
Meanwhile, Peter was showing his sword proudly to Mr. Beaver.
*A/N* So, I know that this is really, really short, but I really think that it could turn into something cool. Please let me know your thoughts!
Chapter Two
1. And at last, the day before her seventeenth birthday came, and she was merry and rejoiced greatly in her heart.
2. And, lo, she did come upon a door, secretive and hidden from all until this day.
3. And she opened it on her birthday, and looked in, and there was a flight of stairs, and they led up unto a door.
4. And Aurora climbed the stairs, and did open the door, and looked in.
5. And behold, she saw a woman of old age, sitting on a stool, spinning, yet Aurora knew not what it was.
(ooc: i literally am just going to start typing. hopefully something representative of my normally sentient nature will result)
May 17, 1793.
Log Entry 1
I'm not sure if this really counts as an essay but I was given an assignment in English to write a descriptive composition. I hope you will be able to envision this scene in your mind.
God Bless You All!
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The aroma in the kitchen tantalized Eve as any sweet aroma might after a demanding baking day. She turned her head to the left. The sight of a counter covered in flour and the heaps of dirty dishes, pans, and spoons that seemed to be waiting eagerly to be cleaned disheartened her.