Normal 0  These are names from a book I’m writing, but I need help with the name!!! It’s about a dragon named Sly who (despite his utter insanity) is the only dragon who can help a clan of dragons called, Barlin, defeat Gaylord Balthazar from taking over the third largest kingdom in the known world, Zarrattay. Also, along the way, they discover a deeper evil, heartless, a dragon with a dark plan to ruthlessly destroy all the humans in the world, but, in order to do this he needs something, but what?

Ideas and Thoughts

*A/N* Early Mornings, Disappearances, and Apparitions is actually a true story of the other morning when we went to feed the horses, only the names are altered ;) hope everyone enjoys!!!!

Normal 0 The Ghost Of The Partially Un-dead Zombie Squirrel

Chapter One: The unknowing squirrel

It had been nine thirty-seven P.M., Friday night, when my life would be changed forever…        

Strange creatures with their elven ears
converge and chitter, sparkle here;
on tiptoes so they dance, my dears
while their master dangles petty fears
"Hold up your lovely faces, darlings--
remember, no more tears."

One-winged they in circles ring
while the great white bird, it sings;
it spreads its wide, majestic wings
while inside its iron cage, hovering
"Violins, knots and puppets, darlings--
all are made with strings."

Inspired by the song Hot Air Balloon by Owl City, the movie The Human Experience, Amelia Earhart, everything that's ever made me laugh, my family, my friends, the existence of God, and living life just for the fun of it.

**After watching the regular version of "The Two Towers" in I don't know how long, I decided to write down a few thoughts that came to me while I was watching.  You don't have to agree with all that is written, but if you can relate to at least some...well, then you're probably just as nuts as I am.  If you'd like, you can add some of your own in your comment. ;D**

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You know you are a Lord of the Rings freak if...

You can name all of Sam's kids

Notebook flipped open to an empty page

Pencil in hand, eraser in range

A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written

But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"

Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel

If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift

Why am I not pouring it out to the world?

Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!

The gift to design a world of my own

The gift to sing without a voice

The gift to fly on the wings of the wind