Okay, I now have the option to edit people's stories, and PUBLISH THEM!! :P

So...James? Are you there? Haha! HELP!

 poetry uses the things around you.

the lemony soup smell drifting

from the kitchen

the curled cats
outside the window, certainly

and even those battered lilies on

the top of the piano

the muddle of blankets on the

floor by the sofa and the

shower water trickling

down the drain.

the dream of new running shoes

and the spring wet boots drying on

the furnace vent.

the dazed and sleepy child

stumbling down the hall

and the last piece of cake

You have a story and you
always did
even though it was lost for
so long.
You had a story before we
came here
You had a story
years, years, and years ago
when this castle
was yours.

Chapter Four

1. And, lo, she came upon the house, and did all that she could to make herself a stranger unto Snow White

2. And she knocked on the door, and, lo, it was opened. And Snow White said unto her, Greetings, grandmother! What mayest thou want here?

3. And Martha spake according to this manner to her, My dearest, I am giving an apple of gold. I thought thou mayest want it.

4. And Snow White was surprised, and said, Thou desirest in thine heart to give it to me? Nay, but go give it unto the royals.

*A/N* This is my story that got published a while back. Lucy Anne wanted to read it, but it wasn't up on the website where it got published anymore. So, for those of you who haven't read it, here it is!

Millie lounged in the music room, looking out the window over the waning March landscape. April was finally coming, and with it, a hope that warmer days would be soon follow. Her recovery had been slow; Dr. Rawlings had said that while her ankle wasn't broken, it was still badly sprained, and that it would take a few weeks for it to heal. Her mother had forbidden her to go to work, though Millie knew how badly they needed the extra money, what with Mother losing her job and Father finding it increasingly harder to find work.

                 ~Part II~

              Chapter Four

Please note: When I was reading over this chapter, I realized that I sounded like I BELIEVED in magic and i tell you, that is NOT the case. As you read this, please keep in mind that I'm writing fantasy and that I DON'T believe in magic at all!

Also, any words or phrases that may have been quoted from C.S. Lewis’ book or the Movie are not mine and Every true “Narnian” should recognize them.

Other than that, enjoy and God Bless You!

I'm so bogged down in confusion on the plot for A Steampunk Tale that I'm taking a break from writing it to work on plotting and backstory and drawing maps, and figuring out how everything in the story world works. I should have known this would happen. I guess I'm not a seat-of-the-pants-er. :)

Two boys stand at the edge of a cliff.

Both are holding Skyboards.

Mike jumps off the edge, angling his V-Foil at a point on the horizon. Feelo follows on an AerTwin.

"Wanna try to make Nightreach by dark?" Mike calls, his voice nearly drowned in the wind.

"And do some walls at Shadowrift in Afterlight? Yeah!"

Both boys skim the edge of a thermal and dive toward the wall of the canyon.

Feelo ducks and glides under Mike's board.