Presidential Limericks

Submitted by KatieSara on Thu, 02/18/2010 - 16:43

(With all due respect to the offices of President and Vice President, of course)

 

There once was a man named Obama
Who caused our whole country some drama
He just nodded and smiled; the people, meanwhile
Wondered why they'd elected Obama

There once was a fellow called Biden
Whose smile continued to widen
'Til it covered his face, oh what a disgrace!
And that is the tale of Joe Biden

Redshaft - Chapter 2

Submitted by Stephan on Thu, 02/18/2010 - 03:41


REDSHAFT

CHAPTER TWO


"Be wary of the walltop guards," I whispered as we jogged across the grass. "Let's not head to the forest, though."

He turned to me, slowing his pace, "Why not?"

"The stretch of ground is too vast, we risk being seen and shot. Let us head to the marshes," I motioned to the yellowing ground that stretched away to the left of the woods, cloaked in blue mists. "We will reach it in under three minutes instead of the ten or so to the treeline, and our position will be veiling by the fog."

Savior, You Call

Submitted by Mairead on Thu, 02/18/2010 - 03:23

      As I walk the worn path I see the marks of Christians stretched far beyond my reaching grasp, but as the finger traces Your cross upon my brow, Your victory shines through me. We are a witness.
     The dearth of home and rest. We are want. We are need. We are bleeding. Our wounds match Yours in a transparent aspect. Unity.

Of Apricots

Submitted by Julie on Wed, 02/17/2010 - 16:30

 

I am an Apricot In an ApricotPie And lest you forget, I’ll now explain why Apples are for school And teachers’ goodbyes But ‘Apricots are strange ‘ --A fact I belie— Does it really matter As long as we try?   People are confused And tell Apricot lies “They can’t grow well there, Won’t be strong and spry,” But our Apricot juice Is not running dry Sweet and delicious, An endless supply   I am an Apricot In this ApricotPie

Crying Princess

Submitted by Sar on Wed, 02/17/2010 - 00:39

My tears sting my cheeks

My eyes can't cry anymore

My face is all red

I'm battered and torn.

While all this is happening

And tears stain the page

God looks down at me

And wonders at my rage.

Then He lifts up my head

Tells me not to cry

Because I was born a Princess

And as a Princess, I should not cry.

For a Princess should not waste tears

On little, petty things

A Princess should be focused on

Christ, the Immortal King.

 

Moonwatch -1- Things That Creep In The Night

Submitted by KatieSara on Tue, 02/16/2010 - 19:24

*So, I found this contest for sci-fi or fantasy short stories or novelettes (under 17,000 words) and winners get scholarship money. Not much, but every little bit helps. So I thought up a slightly vague idea for a story (fantasy, I've never written science fiction and I'm not about to enter a competition on a first try). I hope you all like it...here goes nothin'.*

 

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