(o.o.c.) this is less of an actual story and more like an explanation, but I didn't want to make it into an essay.

My journey towards a relationship with Jesus Christ began when I was born into a Christian family over eighteen years ago. Carefully and diligently, my parents taught me of God’s love as I grew old enough to speak and understand. They instilled in my mind the Biblical truths upon which I have learned to stand firmly, and encouraged me as I made the decision to follow Christ and ask Him to be the Lord and Savior of my life in December, 2000.

   One of the most physically challenging experiences I have gone through was a hike up Mt. Defiance. Like its name implies, it defied me every step of the way. This was the hardest hike I’ve ever done, and I hike a lot.

She still hadn’t guessed his name and everything was set for the child’s arrival. He rubbed his hands together, pacing the floor of his ramshackle cottage. He looked with pride at the cradle he had fashioned with his own hands which was carved with intricate designs. Gold was marvelous, but this was the work of a true craftsman.

First, I wanted to thank James for promoting me to the most esteemed honor of becoming a Monthly. I am deeply honored, I hope to become worthy of that title. In the meantime, I present the next set of chapters for the Taverner Chronicles.

Millie pulled the curtains aside. There she was, in her own time, for her brother and sister were standing over the trunk full of clothing. Millie shivered as the warmth left her cheeks and hands, realizing that it was again cold. Very cold. Andrew looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Months passed into years, and the shock of their ruined lives dulled into an ache that the four remaining in the vale carried in their hearts.  But life went on.  Rayôn and Qeyrah had another child: a girl whom they named Rowyn.  After this they had a son whom they named Jákowyeh, and another son they named Sheflen. 

This poem is about the paths you choose to take, how they affect your life, and how my belief is that whatever you pick was meant to be. So make the good deicions, the ones that will ultimately help you in the long run. Use words wisely, use power wisely....I hope this represents that.

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Hi Guys, I've written a few Sonnets lately using Shakespeares Sonnet Metre. I wonder if you can pick up the patern? There is one sonnet I mixed up the metre myself, so I hope you like them!

Tell me whatcha think!

Thanks.
Write on!

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Drinking in the starlight,

My soul soars high,

Far from the moonlit night.

Though I try,

My mind does not budge,

From the course of thinking,

I've sent it to trudge.

While you may see me smiling,

I'm falling into writer's block,

"Ollo"~ Megamind

I just wanted to give a huge thank you to James for making me a Monthly Writer. I've been waiting and hoping for this and now that it has happened I am very grateful towards him and my best friend who is also a monthly writer (she encouraged me to keep trying).

Thank you guys!

I am so blessed, and may God bless you all!

Thank you James!

Write on!

~Yours trully (correction: Yours crazy)

Hiya! :-) 

So, here is chapter four in celebration of my being promoted to a monthly writer. YAY!! I'm so excited. After two years on Apricot Pie, this kinda feels like icing on the cake. ;-) *does victory and thank-you-all-for-reading-my-work-what-would-I-have-done-without-you dance* Oh, and also, I believe this is my 102nd post!! xD Which seems crazy.