We wrapped the webs around our fingers
Early when we couldn’t see
We saw the moon hanging like a thimble
Hanging on three fine threads
Twice we watched with amber eyes
Four wintry faces all aglow
The silver bower peering over
To watch the spider finely carven
Note: Here is a new piece that came to me bit by bit the other day. It centers around spiritual warfare and that good will triumph over evil. Sorry if it is a bit intense, but that is part of the emotion I was trying to convey.
Smoldering eyes,
Tell unending lies,
That pin me down with shame.
Talons attack,
Pain is back,
Yet I was not to blame.
Arms raised,
My story, Planes, has been published in the Homeschool Literary Quarterly, the online magazine for homeschoolers that The Jolliest Time of the Year was published in. Upon reading my acceptance letter, my joy was immediate. I emitted an extremely girlish squeak, which made my brother mildly concerned for my mental health. It created even more concern whenever I proceeded to jump up in down first in my chair and then on my own feet, squealing mommymommymommymommymommy whilst I went to find (guess who?) my mother.
Homeschooler's at night are a scary sight!
Now you listen here!
And let it actually go in your ear!
Down the street in a hall,
What a horrid sight to public schoolers all!
Homeschoolers unite!
AH! With their imaginations keen, we have no chance in a fight!
Run while you can!
Or they'll fight us with pans!
Finally! Chapter three is here :) Hope ya'll enjoy. I've also fixed the dialogue in the last chapter so you can tell who is talking.
Chapter Three
The Council at Lea Brin
Jacob and Estelle waved good-bye to the Indians and Freya and Ianthe. The Indians had promised to sneak the two girls back in after dark. Estelle was amazed at the girls choice to stay. She could never do that. As Estelle brought her hand down slowly, Jacob caught it.
“Thank you,” he mouthed to her. She nodded happily. She looked shyly up at him.
“I've never had a brother. Want to be adopted?” she asked. Jacob grinned from ear to ear.
“Sure! I'd love to!”
“Well, then, consider yourself adopted! I love you big brother!”
A nature of sin, a soiled soul,
A people hostile against their God.
The relationship He initiated is broken,
Their unholiness requires a rod.
Their sin deserved His immense wrath,
For His perfection could not be near
Their dirt and filth
Demanded the death of all this earthly sphere.
The altar, stained with blood.
An animal’s death was required,
The shedding of blood for forgiveness.
Today I was sitting at my computer typing up a story, when the weather station called. My dad answered it and after listening, told everyone to get to the middle of the house because there was a tornado near our house. We all ran to the downstairs bathroom, which is in the middle of the house and sat down (thank goodness it's so big, I have six sibs). If you know me at all, I have a HUGE fear of tornados, and I am not stressing that point at all.
Oh, thou fellow apricots, I need thy assistence! I know NaNoWriMo is months away, but I want to be ready with my plot, characters, everything. You can tell I'm a newbie, can't you?
Okay, okay, I'll admit this is a little juvenile, but years ago (when I was the sprity age of thirteen or fourteen), I really annoyed people by sending out these spoofs I had written about everyone's favorite films.
Don't judge a person by just one story... ; )
Hope you get a laugh or two out of it!
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The Losers of Lorien
Who are these poor unfourtunate losers? These rejects of society? The Fellowship of the Ring!
On the eves of the forest of Lorien, the Fellowship pauses.