It is a sad day. The saddest day of my life. I have lost a good friend, and Nexia is dying as well. Nexia...it is a name that will soon fade away. As the city burns and its ashes scatter, so also will its name. But its name must not fade. The story of Nexia must be told. It is a story that contains a very important lesson. The triumph of good and the demise of evil: Nexia shows this best.
A couple of months ago, I finished my "book." It is one hundred and eighteen total pages, and I have very mixed feelings about it. My first feeling is that of accomplishment. I actually finished it, and it is the longest thing I have ever written. I'm rather proud of myself for sticking with it that long.
My second feeling is disgust. I look at my style of writing and see how dull it sounds. I think about my characters and notice how undeveloped and two-dimensional they are. I read my story through and find all of the cliches and the lack of humor.
Sometimes I wish I could hide from You.
I wish I could bury my head
Under all my covers,
So as not to see the disappointment
That is written on Your face.
Sometimes I wish I could run from You.
I wish I could go a million miles
Away from where You are,
So as not to feel the pain
That Your displeasure brings to me.
Sometimes I wish I could forget about You.
I wish I could just walk away
And leave You there,
So as not to hear Your voice
That is in my head, convicting me.
Your life is held now by a string
Dangling fragily like a broken wing
You raise your voice to heaven and sing
Lord, meet me here and with you Glory bring
Restore my life and make me whole
Lift me up and blow away this cloak of coal
I must rise up and press ahead
If I give in who will come and take my stead
GAME ONE
(All right, this piece is really long, but it's partly because of the very quickly-flowing way it's written, with often only one word to a line. So please don't be intimidated by its length and give up on it...)
Once Upon a Time, for it was a very long time ago, there lived a prince. He was a very brave prince indeed, and the entire kingdom was proud of him, but sometimes his bravery made them think twice.
One fine sunny day the Prince Connal (for that was his name) was walking about his father's fields, when he saw the white wolf! The very one that had caused so much trouble among the peasants, and could not be caught!
Six day ago from today (Jan. 31) thousand of people lost their lives and many have lost one they loved. People will go into the New Year with burdens on their hearts and feel a sense of emptiness.
I believe many more people could have been saved if we had only taken the time to mind their business. Many of us today are so busy minding our own business we forget there is a hurting world out there that needs God. We need to stop "minding our own business" and mind other people business and save as many as we can.
Shakespeare wrote “Hamlet” in the third quarter of his career; with “Julius Caesar” it initiates a stream of third-quarter tragedies. Foreboding and riveting, Hamlet’s unique beginning immediately draws the audience into the play. Another first scene of a Shakespearean tragedy, the start of “Macbeth” distinctively shares important facets of “Hamlet” while differing in other significant ways. It, too, provides a compelling start to a turbulent play. Both protagonists grapple with similar emotions. Yet each responds differently because of their personality and circumstances.
In 2004, the regional television channel Turner South produced a very well-done series of commercials with the theme of “My South.” Southerners were invited to audition for a chance to introduce themselves on television and explain what made the south special to them. The resulting cast of characters ranged from teenagers to octogenerians, city dwellers to good ol’ backcountry folk, grit eaters to grit haters - but their tributes to the south were all equally heartfelt.