LONG AGO, IN A LAND CALLED Sylvana, there was born to the royal family a son. The heir to the throne, a soul to continue the divine blood of his predecessors. The King and Queen named their son Prince Faolan, in which the hired staff quickly dubbed him the nick name "Lan". As a child, Lan grew to respect his tutors and work his hardest, practicing day after day on the dance lessons his parents would arrange for him. Everyday, he would dance for his parent's approval, letting his feet slide and leap, his arms swing and lunge, letting all his emotions tie together for a smashing climax.

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Once upon a time there was a princess. Her name was the symbol of melodic and mystical winds from across the lands of the kingdom. Her mother died when she was five or six and she was left to reign with her father, Eviscus. Eviscus was a king of dark complexion and deep black eyes. Rainne (the princess) was of opposite appearance with warm greyish blue eyes and fawn colored hair. She was a meek and quiet maiden of light, and even in her dark confinement she was a pool of sparkling light in itself.

Be brave and strong,
Have courage, walk tall.
Never give up and never back down;
Always remember the cross and the crown.
There is such a great love,
It's your gift from above.
Always share it,
Make others aware of it,
Show it, shine it, live it, find it,
Know it, define it, understand it.
Your rank is not in who you are,
But what He made you by far:
Be that, show that, and see
That He is greater than you will ever be.
Be a great man and strong.
Show Him in your work, play, and song,

I have fallen down the mountain a little ways, yet I am standing. 'Though my feet are bruised and broken and my hands are scarred and blistered I will continue to climb. By the grace of God I made it through the valley, and by His grace I will press on. He has carved out this path, and although it is rough and narrow I can still see the Light at the end. With His strength and the help of His hand I will make it to the other side of Jordan, and by His grace I will never give up. May Truth and Charity continue to march on before me. Amen.

Wonderful counselor, almighty God;
Beginning and ending: creator of time.
You are the comforter and the rod;
Yet your punishment is deserved by far.
Your grace reaches farther than I imagine,
Your truth will be upheld through trials.
Though your truth threatens my life
I will remain true, by your grace I will stand.
I want to feel Your peace, know Your love,
I want to understand Your grace,
To use my life for Your glory; to save a life,
Lay down my liberty, if I need to.
When I think of the murder of babies,

I want to be the girl who
Gets chased by all the boys
And tastefully turns them down
But
That’s not how it works, is it?
I want to wear red lipstick
I want to be edgy and tattoo my collarbone
With a bird, or a rose, or a thorn
Maybe
But that’s not who I am, is it?
Organically me
I like fuzzy socks
And yoga pants
I like hugging my horse around
His big neck
I like drinking too much coffee
I like thinking about dreams
And stories
And futures
And singing out loud

Aaron ran through the camp blowing his horn, it was time for the men to come and eat their supper. This was Aaron’s favorite time of day, for then Jidda, his grandmother would tell them a story. Aaron’s father had died in Israel; he had been stoned by the leaders of his family’s village. Aaron’s relatives believed the teachings of Jesus and so were persecuted by all leaders in their homeland. Aaron never understood why the others (As I will call surrounding countries who don’t like Christians) didn’t like Christians; couldn’t they all get along in peace?

I have been super busy this week and didn't have time to write something new so I pulled this out to share. :) It is the second flash story that I ever wrote, and the second piece of fiction that I wrote. :) So please forgive it's pitiful appearance and feel free to laugh!
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David Spencer looked down into Claudia's face.
"Yow seem extra happy today, Miss Claudia. May I take the liberty to ask why?"
"Yes, you may!" Claudia laughingly replied. "My dear friend from back at my old home is coming on September thirty-first to spend a whole month with me, and I can't wait! I have missed her so much since we moved, and am so pleased that she will be able to make it for a visit."
"I am very happy for you, Miss Claudia! What is your friend like?"