I look out around me,
I see the pain, the suffering,
The hurt, the jealousy.
This world is stuck, wondering
whether there’s anything left.
The world’s philosophy
is mixed up with the rest
of everything else,
withered in conceit
and trying to cheat
the world away.
When I ask why, they tell me,
“Some things are just meant to be.”
The Council of Alshanfaara, the twelfth day of the month of Ratha, CR 3149
To the Ruler and government of Pipsqueak Land:
Your letter of intercession has been examined by the Council of Ildacaar and it is appointed to me, Erandil, King of Alshanfaara, along with the Council of Alshanfaara, to give answer.
From the Ruler of Pipsqueak Land, Queen Pipsqueak Gill-Pip
And from the government of Pipdom and Squeakdom
I have been extremely busy lately so that even though I had written these in October, and ment to post them then, I have been kept from doing so. I also would like to sorry for taking so long to read through things and publish them lately. It was for the same reason that kept me from posting. Anyways, I have caught up now.
These two stories I wrote for a writting assignment. The first is a rewritten story, and the second is totally original(well, I guess not since it uses the same world as the first) I hope that you enjoy, and any corrections are welcomed with open arms!
September 5, In the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Twelve
The unanimous Declaration of the Free Peoples of Arda, Eraioch, and Drahawn,
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for certain peoples to dissolve any peaceful bands which have connected them with another people, and to assume a posture of war to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God demand of them, a decent respect to the opinions of all moral creatures requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to this state of war.
Innocence was all I knew / ‘Cause all I had to know was you —“Eden” by Phil Wickham
March 16
I have just come back from a journalistic tour in Iran. There, I interviewed a Christian pastor facing execution for his beliefs. I asked him why he would rather die than give up his faith in God, as well as leave his wife and children without him.
"Wouldn't it be better," I asked. "To give it up outwardly, and be reunited with the family that needs you, than to go to your death? What is the point? And why would you love a god so much, if he demanded you to do such a thing?"
As some of you may know, I am quite interested in the field of filmmaking, and you can find some of my films here: www.vimeo.com/meridianpictures
He was darkness personified.
Evil in human form.
Frozen and heartless
His chest was an empty hole.
Immovable, unshakable
Carried out his orders perfectly
and without mercy or thought
Trained from the cradle
as a killer
Never had he felt before
Never had he known love
the feel of a mother's kiss upon his cheek
the feel of comfort in a father's arms
the knowing of trust from a child's eyes
Pain, he understood most closely
Despair was his companian
Reeking havoc was his nature
***Ok, so this is probably the worst "essay" ever written. It's based off of a silly conversation me and my sisters frequently take up. We're huge fans of both movies. ::) Soo . . . enjoy this *cough* horribly written paper! ::D ***