Sea Eyes, Chapter 6, by The Watcher

Submitted by Bridget on Sun, 06/14/2009 - 03:26
I am The Watcher. I am also Tykinil, Laponan, and Gurand, but I am known mostly as The Watcher. I have been silent all this time, letting Xotirra and Grant tell their story, but now is when I come into this story. I was exiled from my country little less than five years ago, at the age of thirteen, and since then I watch from my small castle for travelers and enemies. It’s not really a castle; in fact it’s just a stone tower with a small door in the back where I can get in and out.

For the Name of Homeschoolers...

Submitted by Kyleigh on Sat, 06/13/2009 - 16:10

I arrived at 7:45, as the sheet said. There were already about thirty people clustered around a bulletin board to see which testing room they would be in. My mom and I found my name, on the Auditorium list. So, we said goodbye and I walked toward the auditorium, hoping it wouldn’t be far so that I would get lost. The man at the door checked my passport and admission ticket, and then I went in and sat down. I pulled my pencils, calculator, and eraser out of my bag and organized them on the desk. It was getting close to 8 AM, and more people were sitting down.

Working on apricotpie

Submitted by Ben on Sat, 06/13/2009 - 13:14
Dear Friends,

I am working on fixing apricotpie. Recently we have had some trouble with...

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apricotpie needs freshening up, and some better walls to protect it from the bad guys. I'm upgrading the system today and may switch the site to a faster host called Media Temple.

-Ben

New life

Submitted by Christa on Fri, 06/12/2009 - 20:00

Oh new love
Fresh of air and life
A cruel Ulysses, come to conquer me
A turn of pace
From peace to awake

Work, my mind cannot fathom
If your heart I seek
Play, my mind denies
I respite upon your oaths

Let me know thee
Let me love thee
My entire being vibrates
A harp’s chord chiming beat

New life, your love makes
The sunset radiant
My body sing, my muscles ache
My heart pumps:

What might have been

Submitted by Christa on Fri, 06/12/2009 - 19:58

There comes a time I look at what might have been
Really, mostly, I am happy it’s not me
Loves gone into the ocean breeze
Carried out to sea
A message in the bottle never opened
Wistful and a little lonely

Am I ready for this leap? This change of pace
In my heart I know not yet
But when I see the pictures I think
Of who I am and what might have been
And I feel a little lonely and out of place

Requiescat In Pace

Submitted by Raen on Fri, 06/12/2009 - 00:21
His time was slowly waning,
His life, his worldly journey
now fading.
He was passing into Shadowland.

Visions of his past,
Times he thought would never last,
haunted him,
Now that his eyes were open.

Grief hunted him,
Pain consumed him
completely now.
What had he accomplished?

A Godly fear took hold
of this man, weak and old,
now dying.
And he begged for Love.

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