Normal 0 Years later, Kaitlin came back to her aunt’s house. She was now sixteen and her aunt expected her to get married. She was planning lots of parties and calls and things like that. Kaitlin had never really forgotten her encounter with that boy. But now she pushed it to the back of her mind as she rode down the broad path to her aunt’s house. As she looked to the side of the road, she thought she saw something looking out at her from behind a tree. She shook it from her head as the carriage approached the front gate of the huge estate her aunt called home.

 Here at last are the final chapters of Kreen Aktin, the thrilling tale of pirate skulduggery, treachery, greed, and hilarity. The eleventh chapter opens with Kreen Aktin fighting British soldiers aboard an English ship...

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Chapter 11

Chapter 9

Aalen walked a few feet from where Alegis and Jack were talking.
Taking a deep breath he disappeared.


Kalen was painting again: It was a picture of Nomen. The low-cut boots and the gray pantaloons had come out fine, the green jacket and white shirt were decent, but putting the black hair on the head was proving difficult. Kalen looked over his work again. The face looked pretty good except, it didn’t have eyes. Kalen started on the eyes and noticed something: the picture had moved.
Not the paper but the picture, the subject.

Thank you HomeschoolGirl for the title to this story.

                Miriam put the telephone down.  “That was Dad,” she said, her voice heavy with worry and anxiety, “and he said that Mariah might not come home for more than two weeks, at best.”

                “Two weeks?” Micaiah echoed.  “That long?”

                “She has a fever and a cold in her lungs,” Miriam explained.  “The doctor dealing with her thinks that there must be something deeper than he’s seeing.”

you can’t save a star like you save a sandwich;
believe me, I’ve tried.
you can’t eat half and put the rest in the fridge saying,
“oh, I’ll save a bit for later.”

you can’t press them like you press flowers in a dictionary
flattened somewhere between “moth” and “mountain”
they always get rumpled, and they never come out right,
because anyway, they can’t read, and they get bored in there.

you can’t wrap them in foil, or plastic
or fancy cloth napkins

Flower burning, Midnight bright,

Moonlit ocean of the night.

Dragons sing and walk with you,

Remember nothing save the tune.

The phoenix rises before your eyes as the sun sets low in the sky.

The fire flashes and from the ashes the phoenix flow'r will fly.

Sing the song of a heart in flame.

Rise to honor the Holy Name.

Dragons dreaming of what is true

will one day wake to an ugly new.

The phoenix sails and will never fail on the ocean of the night.

Here's another of those weekly contests I've doing: I'll share the prompt and the story! 

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Guess what! You get to do a story based off of a painting… and here it is!

http://www.erasofelegance.com/arts/gallery/eleighton/eleighton5.jpg

  The next day was worse for Mariah.  She cried inconsolably and didn’t stop all day.  She yelled aloud at God so many times that Miriam and her daughters, who spent much time working in the house and heard every word, couldn’t count all the times that she did.