I wrote this for an American Literature class a while back. I was feeling guilty for not posting anything (I'll get back to Robin and Marian soon, I promise!!!)  so I thought I'd let you have this to enjoy. :)

I haven't posted anything for a while now--I apologize. It's been midterms, and I've finally figured out where I want to start editing Ander, and I've been working on Flyer for a contest...so I've been a bit distracted. Until we can return to the shady glens of Sherwood, I present to you a speech that I recently did--though you get the nice version without the sweaty hands, shaking knees and stammering voice. You also don't get my nice PowerPoint pictures, but I don't think you'll mind too much. :) Anyway, enjoy, and I'll get back to Robin and Marian soon. Promise.

Immersed...

Oblivious to all around me.

Captivated by my story.

Wandering...

Lost in pages of memories.

Reading, seeing, reliving moments.

I'm running away from my future.

I'm fleeing back into my past.

I'm trying to get back my memories

That I took for granted before.

Back into the past I missed.

Even before I was born.

Seeing things and people who were lost before.

Now I hold te key in my hands.

Back into the past that was.

What I missed before.

Hey Its been a couple of years since i have posted! Holy Moly this site has changed!

more than bloodied scars
more than the wounds and mars

better than a joyful song
better than the happy throng

is the freedom cry

louder than the plea for help
louder then the cry itself

passion fiercer than the shots
passion greater than the thoughts

is the freedom cry

something that my heart inflates
something that my soul translates

something that my mind holds dear
something more important than the years

this the freedom cry

                          ~The first book in the series, Journeys of the Unsupervised~

"I told you we were lost," Karay complained, clearly annoyed.

  "You're the nature geek. Use the moss on trees, or the position of the sun in the sky, or something like that, so we can go back to our group," Alex shot back.

  "You're the technological geek," Gemima said, expertly twirling her quarterstaff. "Go find a junk heap and build a transprter so we can get back."

     April 20th 1861

     It was hot; hot and dry, I remember, the day that the telegram came. I knew the small intricate handwriting on the front to be that of General Scott, commander-and-chief of the Union armies. I opened it and barely read the summons. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I didn’t want to do. I knew what I couldn’t do. But that did not help me decide what I should do. Deciding to take one step at a time, I made up my mind to go in respect to the General and do my duty.

The main villian of a 1920s, historical fiction novel. Enjoy!!

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Can one man so easily become a persistent terror to whoever come across him?