Must I struggle with my pride,
My foolishness and sin?
Why do I, with angry stride
Attempt to banish Him?

Grief reigns deep within my heart,
For I have grieved my Lord –
Succumbing to the devil’s dart
And using not my sword.

I have sinned – wilt Thou forgive
Though I am weak and poor?
I cannot see how I can live
Without Thy love forevermore.

“Precious child, let go thy load.
Have faith in Me and rest.
Need thou leave my safe abode
Whilst thou art so oppressed?

My journey to the mountain,
began, not long ago.
it began in a small village,
where life went to and fro.

I didn’t know what was in store,
while I laughed with friends.
It’s hard to recall my life before,
change came ‘round the bend.

One night, before the snow,
I woke from a strange dream.
I heard a voice inside my head,
or that’s the way it seemed.

What I heard, it changed my life
and sent shivers through my skin.
I was told I would change something,
if I could climb the tall mountain.

The next morning dawned fair and clear.
At the crack of dawn, I awoke. Judging from the absolute silence, I knew that no one else except for a few creatures (who were strolling in the castle grounds) and I were awake.
I glanced over at Lucy and Susan who were sleeping peacefully in their beds a few feet away.
Deciding to take a walk to the balcony, I slipped into a silky gown with the shade of pink daisies.
The halls were hauntingly quiet.
I had no idea where I was going so I found myself to be traipsing around.

#3 December 31, 2020 11:10 p.m. I have been working late at night recently to upgrade the Dream Machine. I have made much money off of my design, but it is still flawed, for now. I have recently been working on making it perfect, so that no one will ever die in a coma again. Why the change of heart, you might ask? Well there isn’t one. I feel the same, I hate that everyone lives because of me, but my mother died. I hate life. I hate everyone. Still, I can’t turn down a bit of money. Or in this case, a lot. Millions, in fact.

One Sunday morning during worship service, our pastor conducted a poll, asking the question: Who has done the most good in our world? Several people answered: ‘Billy Graham’, or ‘Mother Theresa’. Then, from my family’s row, one voice loudly called out, “Oprah Winfrey!” Embarrassed, I slid down in my seat, wishing that I could suddenly disappear. I did not even have to look over to figure out that Lynnea was the one who had spoken. Lynnea has a mental disability – a condition that affects at least 3\% of the people living here in the United States. Yet Lynnea is not just a statistic.

Chapter One: Dream Land Drames had always been curious as to how the Dream Land actually looked, but his unspoken fears overruled his curiosity. Now, he glances around and glimpses… nothing. There is nothing to be seen in front of him. There is nothing to be seen anywhere. Then, out of nothing, a light appears in the far reaches of the Dream Land. Drames squints his eyes, straining to see past the nothingness and into the light which steadily grew larger.

Jovlin was so angry at The Mask that she forgot about an obvious fact that hindered her exit. The way she had come was only an entrance; she would never be able to climb out that way. She sat for a while on the pile of pillows, waiting until she was sure The Mask must be gone before she stepped back towards the room. She cautiously entered, trying to avoid any confrontation with The Mask. Seeing that the room was empty, Jovlin headed towards the back of the room. She found the exit, but turned around before leaving. Jovlin considered taking some books with her.

Gradually, the crowd silenced, sensing that Aslan wanted to speak.
His eyes seemed sad. “We must move from this place at once, it will be used for other purposes.” His eyes grew even sadder. “We shall encamp tonight at the Fords of Beruna.”
Once again, the crowd cheered and began to make preparations for the brief journey.

It’s so unfair. They don’t even notice how sad Aslan is, I thought with contempt.

A/N: Okay, I know that the timeline is a bit messed up. Hope you guys don’t mind. This chapter covers a lot of stuff. I sure will miss this story when it’s done. And if my characters behave, it looks like this story is almost done. Any phrases or lines that might have been taken from C.S. Lewis’ are C.S. Lewis’.

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Four Thousand Five Hundred Forty Nine 4 Thousand 5 Hundred 49 4549 days Such a long time and I have a hard time remembering. Of course, I do have memories, and fond ones at that. But I have a hard time remembering what it feels like. What it was like for the first 650 weeks of my life. I remember that it was care free. I didn’t have any long term worries. I remember once, when I was six and we went sledding for P.E. I can’t help but smile. 393,088,680 seconds. How precious each one was. For about 2.5 years, I didn’t have many friends. I was lonely.