Our Rainy Day

Submitted by Hannah W. on Wed, 06/17/2009 - 16:48

Trumpet's notes as smooth as velvet
on old, musty antique couches
or forgotten, sweeping dress
hanging behind a bookshelf
full of yellowed volumes

Splashing, you and I,
across quiet streets
the drizzle making them shine
like silver keys, speckled with age
or all these leftover jewels
still sparkling in my eyes

Cobwebs and creaking stairs
and then out into the fresh air again
walking under dripping green awnings
flapping occasionally in the breeze
like startled birds,
ducks who like the rain

Chapter Seven (Rewrite!)

Submitted by Amy on Tue, 06/16/2009 - 20:38
Chapter Seven (REWRITE VERSION!)

Matt was charming, and every day I felt myself fall more and more in love with him. I couldn’t help it. There was no reason in the world why I should love him: he was irresponsible and not always a genius, and sometimes he did things that should have annoyed me to no end. At first it was something that I vehemently rebelled against: after all, I didn’t fall in love. Ever. It just wasn’t something I did. But it came to the point where I could think of nothing else. I had trouble focusing in my classes; I thought of him anytime, anywhere.

The Tale of Ander Collins: Chapter Eleven

Submitted by LoriAnn on Tue, 06/16/2009 - 19:44

Ander shouted in surprise, and stumbled to the floor, covering his head with his arms.

“Uncle!” Shyllen shouted above the noise of tumbling rocks.

“Get out!” Thraluic roared, his forelegs clawing the ground in pain. “The cave could collapse at any moment!” As if to prove him wrong, the terrifying thunder halted abruptly.

“Oh, I don’t think that will happen.”

The cool, icy-green voice was barely louder than a hiss. Ander started to his feet, his heart jolting into his throat in fear.

Drawing Beauty, Part 2 of 2

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 20:24
 

Part Two:

It was Sunday, and Holly hadn’t seen Thomas since last week’s Desiring God class. That alone was unusual and disappointing at best, and disconcerting at worst, because (as I’ve mentioned previously) he usually came over at least once to help her out, talk, or lend a book. (She had been too busy to stop by to see him.)

He usually sat next to her, but in Sunday school he purposely sat away. Holly was stunned and hurt; she hardly heard a word of Riley’s lesson.

Is he angry with me?

PRINCE CASPIAN

Submitted by Laura Elizabeth on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 18:35

PRINCE CASPIAN

I hope ya'll like this one. It isn't quite as funny as The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, at least in my opinion, but it still made my brother laugh. Remember: read out loud, preferrably to someone else. (note: D. Corn is Doctor Cornelius. It's just an abbreviation, but you can read it that way, if you want. I do. Also, where Su says: Let him eat fists; supposedly, Marie Antoinette, the French queen, said about the poor people: Let them eat cake. So that's where I got it.)

Listen

Submitted by KatieSara on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 16:47

Note: I play a keyboard and a pennywhistle, and the latter is what is meant by "six small holes".

Music
Fingers dancing
Slowly or quickly over
Black and white keys
Or six small holes
Notes going back and forth
Telling each other stories
Blending together to make a
Melody of a tale
Sometimes you sing
Adding another dimension
Making your own music
Straight from yourself
A friend listens
Or no one at all
Perhaps your guardian angel hears
And God as well
He created music, after all

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