Ditto to Carmody, this is for my seminary.
Just a Fly on the Wall
By Kate Wynstelle
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................................................
I am here.
I came from low
places, I fly. I
don't know where.
Darkness.
Must stop.
Might get eaten
by a bat.
Room.
Warm.
Shelter.
Stay. I will
stay.
Noisy.
Small. Pink.
I see it from the
wall of dirt. It is
a baby. Human, starting low.
In a bed.
Who is the baby? Why is He so special? Why is he here? Why do I feel this way?
More people are coming, herding sheep. They kneel to the babe. What should I do? I kneel, too; lowering my sticky knees to the wall.
I will die soon, but I will never forget the babe in the bed, and how all knelt to Him.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Merry Christmas!
Hi everyone! Here is a Christmas story I wrote for seminary.
The Loyal Donkey
By Carmody Eggett 12-20-12
Exhausted. Weak. Thirsty. Those were the three things I felt during that time. I had just taken a long journey from Galilee with my mistress on my back. A sense of pride had filled me at carrying her throughout this trip, as though there was something special about her. As we finally neared Bethlehem, I was ready to collapse from lack of sleep. But so was my master, who had shared most of his meals with me. He cared dearly for my mistress, so he fed me well.
Suddenly, I sensed something was wrong with my mistress. My master pled with me to continue walking and started me on a brisk pace. Back and forth my master would run up to a building and beg the people for a place to stay. But no one would let us in. By now my mistress was moaning. Finally, my master was able to find a place--a simple stable. He carried my mistress the rest of the way. I decided to follow. A stable meant food and rest for me.
I was very confused at first. My mistress was in great distress, and I didn't know how to help her. I finally gave up and found a small place to sleep. When I awoke, my mistress was no longer upset. I felt a sense of peace as I got up to see what was going on. She was leaning over a manger filled with hay and smiling at it. Never before had I seen my mistress this joyous. My curiosity overcame me and I walked over to the manger. Inside was an infant, beaming with light. I stood in awe at the babe. I felt like I was going to burst with happiness.
And it all came from the newborn child.
I hope at this time of year that all of you will be thinking about Christ and His love for us, and that you can not only feel the joy of Christmas, but share it.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
-Jemison Stripes
The Loyal Donkey
By Carmody Eggett 12-20-12
Exhausted. Weak. Thirsty. Those were the three things I felt during that time. I had just taken a long journey from Galilee with my mistress on my back. A sense of pride had filled me at carrying her throughout this trip, as though there was something special about her. As we finally neared Bethlehem, I was ready to collapse from lack of sleep. But so was my master, who had shared most of his meals with me. He cared dearly for my mistress, so he fed me well.
Suddenly, I sensed something was wrong with my mistress. My master pled with me to continue walking and started me on a brisk pace. Back and forth my master would run up to a building and beg the people for a place to stay. But no one would let us in. By now my mistress was moaning. Finally, my master was able to find a place--a simple stable. He carried my mistress the rest of the way. I decided to follow. A stable meant food and rest for me.
I was very confused at first. My mistress was in great distress, and I didn't know how to help her. I finally gave up and found a small place to sleep. When I awoke, my mistress was no longer upset. I felt a sense of peace as I got up to see what was going on. She was leaning over a manger filled with hay and smiling at it. Never before had I seen my mistress this joyous. My curiosity overcame me and I walked over to the manger. Inside was an infant, beaming with light. I stood in awe at the babe. I felt like I was going to burst with happiness.
And it all came from the newborn child.
I hope at this time of year that all of you will be thinking about Christ and His love for us, and that you can not only feel the joy of Christmas, but share it.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
-Jemison Stripes
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Someday
Here's a poem that Anna inspired me to write! ;)
Someday
By Jemison Stripes 12-19-12
Someday I’ll be famous
Someday
By Jemison Stripes 12-19-12
Someday I’ll be famous
Someday I’m sure
Someday I’ll be traveling the world
No longer a tour.
I’ll be cruising through the Caribbeans
Standing face to face with the Sphinx.
Harvesting cacao beans with the Ghanians
Discovering exciting links.
I’ll see the Eiffel tower
And the Mona Lisa, too.
I’ll eat chocolate every hour
In Switzerland
with you.
In Hungary
I’ll celebrate Szent Mikolas Day,
I’ll visit temple ruins in Greece .
In a local Fijian village I’ll stay,
Sailing through the warm breeze.
I’ll climb to the top of Angel
Falls
See the cherry blossoms in Japan .
I’ll walk along the Great China Wall
Yes, that is a very great plan!
There are so many places that I’d like to be
Traveling the world, no longer a tour.
Someday, maybe, maybe just maybe
I’ll be famous, I’ll wait no more.
But for now, I think that you’ll agree
I’m fine where I am, with my family at home.
Life’s not all about me, me, me,
But about sharing, and caring; it ought to be known.
So someday I’ll be famous,
Someday I am sure.
Someday I’ll be traveling the world,
But for now I’ll enjoy my life here.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
-Jemison Stripes
On the subject of books
Hello citizens of blog One.... (word at a time),
It has been brought to the attention of certain persons that there are authors on this blog..... writing books.
This is a long process, and, out of courtesy for the readers, one that may be addressed in 2 recommended ways and one unrecommended way:
1)Post chapters, and label them with the title of the book. Then the readers can select the label, and see all of the chapters.
2)Monkey see, monkey do. Do as the Spinach. Post a link.
3) (not recommended) Open a page for your whole story, and edit it from time to time. (people do not get notices if you edit it; they'd need to check it)
Please take one of the following measures if you have not already.
The sanity of the readers rests in your hands. May the odds be ever in your favor.
Sincerely,
President K/T Snow
It has been brought to the attention of certain persons that there are authors on this blog..... writing books.
This is a long process, and, out of courtesy for the readers, one that may be addressed in 2 recommended ways and one unrecommended way:
1)Post chapters, and label them with the title of the book. Then the readers can select the label, and see all of the chapters.
2)Monkey see, monkey do. Do as the Spinach. Post a link.
3) (not recommended) Open a page for your whole story, and edit it from time to time. (people do not get notices if you edit it; they'd need to check it)
Please take one of the following measures if you have not already.
The sanity of the readers rests in your hands. May the odds be ever in your favor.
Sincerely,
President K/T Snow
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Italy Poem
I'm leaving for Italy tomorrow morning!!
you are the trip i cannot take.
you are the purls i cannot buy.
you are my blue Italian lake.
you are my piece of foreign sky.
(no, i did not write this.)
-Anna
you are the trip i cannot take.
you are the purls i cannot buy.
you are my blue Italian lake.
you are my piece of foreign sky.
(no, i did not write this.)
-Anna
Dress Ups- A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, there was a baker. He was in love with the princess, and she was in love with him. They'd gotten to know each other as he delivered her weekly batch of tea cakes. He didn't mind that she was a bit chubby, and she didn't mind that he was common. They would've been married after 6 months of friendship if not for one thing: King Wotchisfais, her father. Convinced that Princess Aka-aka was the most beautiful girl in the world, he was determined to find a suitable husband for her.
The love-birds waited in secrecy for Wotchisfais to say something about a match. But the months dragged on, and on, and still the king was still.
Finally, shortly after Aka-aka's birthday, the king issued a proclamation. "Hear ye, hear ye! If there be any worthless being who thinks to seek the hand of the priceless, peerless, perfectly plump Princess Aka-aka let him present himself promptly at the palace. There he shall proceed to participate in a contest. The prize of which shall be marriage to the most beautiful Princess Aka-aka."
The pair rejoiced when they heard this, but still remained silent about their affection. They wanted to see what the king had in mind.
A few princes arrived, and a couple farmers who wanted to move up in the world. They gathered in the throne room with the king and princess to hear the challenge. The challenge was given.
The princes paled; the farmers shrugged, and returned to farming; and princess Aka-aka burst into tears.
The next morning (delivery time), she cried into the baker's shoulder that she would die an old maid, and then explained between sobs what her father wanted. The baker would've fainted if Aka-aka hadn't been clutching him. Wotchisfais wanted the Fountain of Youth!
After reassuring her of his undying devotion, the baker returned to his shop an closed up. He gave away the pastries and breads, then went up to his room. He put on his super hero pjs and walked out the door. Off he went!;* with neither food nor water to sustain his being. He carried only the memory of his princess and the love they shared.
The night came after a day's walk. The baker dressed up as a superhero found himself pacing through the woods. Shadowy darkness, already ominous, grew black-er. The moon hid. Shyly, the stars covered themselves with tenebrous clouds. The baker dressed up as a superhero fel fear smoothly edge its way into his heart. He heard the shrub shudder. Or did he? Was his imagination taking control? Was there really something sinister hiding in that tangle of leaves? An owl hooted, and he ran. He ran and ran and ran and ran. Running helped him clear his head-- there wouldn't be anything following him. That only happened in fairy tales. (I love it when people put that in books or movies :), so I just had to put it in, naturally) Then he heard it again. A whisper of twigs being moved. His reason fled again, and so did he. Slowing once more, (this time from exhaustion) he considered his situation. He could fight or take flight. Since he didn't have hollow bones, he decided to fight whatever was out there.
Silence blanketed the forest.
Then it was there! The rustling sound.Clenching his fist, the baker dressed up as a superhero waited. Then, all of a sudden, a wolf appeared!
The baker dressed up as a superhero lowered his fists. "Whew!" he sighed, "I was afraid something awful was following me."
Choosing not to respond to that, the wold asked "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth."
"I could help you," the wolf told him, "When I put my left ear on the ground I can hear anything in the world."
"Really?"the baker dressed up as a superhero asked. "What happens when you put your right ear on the ground?""A mountain falls half-way around the world, and a princess falls in love with a baker."
"Whoa, really?" he asked again.
"No, nothing happens."
Thus, the baker dressed up as a superhero and the hearing-wolf became BFFs, and set off together. They walked the rest of the night, and kept on walking as the sun rose.
Presently, they left the wood, and were strolling through a mountain meadow. Traveling further, they came to a bridge. As they started across they heard a voice call "Who's that foot-steeping over my bridge?"
"It is I, the baker dressed up as a superhero, and my friend, the hearing-wolf. We are only passing through to find the --"
"I'm going to eat you up!" shouted the troll, as he jumped onto the bridge.
But before he could, another sound came from the other side of the ford. The troll whirled around.
"Who's that trip-trappin' over my bridge?"he bellowed.
A chorus of voices came back over, "It is only we, the three Billy Goats Gruff. We are going to eat the green, green gr--"
"I'm going to eat you up!" the troll shouted, fergetting he already had a meal ready and waiting.
Boldly, the largest of the three goats stepped forward. "Try it if you can!" he called; and without waiting for an answer, he charged across the bridge, and butted the troll hari over hairy toes into the river.
The other two trotted over to join him, and to meet the strangers who had watched in amazement.
"Who are you?" ask the smallest, Willy.
"Why are you here?" questioned William, the next largest.
"Where are you going?" rumbled Williamsburg in his deep voice.
The baker dressed up as a superhero explained, "I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth. This is my friend: the hearing-wolf. When he puts his left ear on the ground he can hear anything in the world. He has agreed to help me."
Looking at each other, the Billy Goats nodded. "We'll help, too!" they cried.
"I can see anywhere in the world when I hop up and down three times." said Willy
"I can run anywhere in the world almost before you can blink." said William.
"And I have the strength of ten armies." said Williamsburg.
The baker dressed up as a superhero could've clapped his hands for joy. "Excellent! Willy, can you see the Fountain?"
Three hops and a glance around later, Willy replied "Yes. There's a wooden cup next to it."
Turning to William, the baker dressed up as a superhero asked him "Will you run and get it?"
"Can do." and with that and a quick nod of direction from Willy, he was gone ... Only to appear seconds later with a cup full of water. "Sorry," he said, "it took a while for me to fill the cup from the Fountain."
"No worries!" the baker dressed up as a superhero practically squealed in delight, "Let's head back. But would you all mind sticking around? I might need you again."
They all agreed ("That's what friends are for!") and off they went to the palace.
On the way the met A Couple of People; twins, it seem. They looked so fatigued that the baker dressed up as a superhero offered them a drink or some berries that he'd gathered. They declined, and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
To which he responded, "I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth. This is my friend: the hearing-wolf. When he puts his left ear on the ground he can hear anything in the world. And these are the three Billy Goats Gruff. Willy here can see anything inthe world with three hops; quick as a flash, William can go to that place and beyond; and for our safety, Williamsburg has the strength of ten armies. They have all agreed to help me."
"Oh! Let us come, too! One of Us is always thirsty, and the Other One is always hungry. Surely we can assist ou somehow."
Gladly, they were welcomed. The next day, they all appeared at the palace.
A great change had taken place. King Wotchisfais had had a nightmare that a baker dressed up as a superhero would win the princess. The king felt that this was a vision, and strove with all his might to prevent it. He called the army home, and set them up everywhere around the village; but he consentrated the force around, in, and through the castle.
Of course, with Williamsburg, the baker dressed up as a superhero had no problem entering the throne room.
He and his friends arrived before Aka-aka and her father, who had been sitting on their thrones as the army was dispersed (much to the dismay of Aka-aka, who felt that her father was going senile).
But his nightmare was coming true! He had to think of a way to stop the baker dressed up as a superhero from marrying his precious princess. Wait, no he didn't. He already had a plan. What was it? Oh... Yes! The CELLAR of ANTI-STARVATION and THIRST!!
Coldly, Wotchisfais congratulated the baker dressed up as a superhero on successfully passing the 1st test, and invited him into the royal kitchen for the next one. The princess had been staring in adoration at her love, but now turned to her father in despair.
The cup was set aside until it was needed, and the baker dressed up as a superhero and his friends were led to the kitchen, right up to a cellar filled with an asparagus-artichoke icecream shake. "Your next task is to drink this icecream," the king was heard to say. "You may select one companion to help you drink this before sundown." It was noon now, and the baker dressed up as a superhero's hopes rose as high as the sun after he heard the requirement. "Your majesty, I would like to select for my companion One of the Couple of People," and thus, the drinking commenced. The baker dressed up as a superhero almost threw up at the taste, but One of the Couple of People was so thirsty that he didn't care about the flavor of the beverage. With in two hours, the king's second largest cellar was as dry as Goblin Valley. Up in his chamber, the king stood shocked at his messanger's news. "Really?... ah... well then.... Let's see our fellow, shall we?" his majestic character slipped as he hurridly considered whether the next challenge was ready.
The messenger, a young boy, was so shaken by this friendly monarch that he came down with the fever and lost his sight.
*Let this be a lesson to all you rulers: always keep up appearances. Your subjects depend on it.*
"Eat this squid"
'Ew.' thought the baker dressed up as a superhero. 'Yum' thought the Other Couple of People, 'seafood.'
2 hours and a few trips to the bathroom later, another cellar was empty (although this one had been sqelshy and slimy).
The baker dressed up as a superhero watched the king leave, going to think of another challenge. 'This could go on forever.' the baker dressed up as a superhero pondered, 'I need to stop this.'
So as Wotchisfais thought of a challenge, the baker dressed up as a superhero thought of a way to avoid it. Princess Aka-aka was thinking, too; and arranged for a meeting with her soul-mate. After a fond, yet modest embrace, the baker dressed up as a superhero and the princess got down to business.
What did King Wotchisfais object to? That the baker dressed up as a superhero was common. How could they change that? Hmmmmm....
The princess searched through the history books, and found a similar account. It was resolved when the commoner became prince of a remote island seven years away. But the baker dressed up as a superhero didn't think the king would fall for that ruse without some persuasion. Besides, the maps didn't show an island seven years away.
Once again, the baker dressed up as a superhero turned to Willy and the hearing-wolf.
"Do you see a distant island?" he asked Willy, "So distant it would take eight years to travel to?" Better safe than sorry.
"Yes," Willy said, "It's rich, happy, and fertile."
"Hearing-wolf, what is happening there?"
The hearing-wolf put his ear to the ground. After a few minutes, he spoke. "The king has died. The 'elder prince and heir' is on a long voyage, and has been gone ten years. His younger brother has been regent, but is waiting loyally for his brother." He continued, "The island is called Citzdem; and the brothers are Cim, the elder, and Dom, the younger."
Next, the baker dressed up as a superhero called William. "Can you run over water?"
"Of course."
"Please go to Citzdem; Willy will show you the way."
"What will I do there?" puzzled William.
"Deliver this message, please," and the baker dressed up as a superhero handed William a letter written by Princess Aka-aka in man's handwriting. "It goes to prince Dom, informing him that Cim is marrying a foreign princess, and that Dom must rule in Cim's place, for Cim needs to help the princess's aged father."
"Okey dokey" and William was off.
The next morning, King Wotchisfais summoned the baker dressed up as a superhero, but before he could announce the day's challenge, the baker dressed up as a superhero interjected.
"Your majesty, I'm afraid I have deceived you. I am not a baker dressed up as a superhero, but a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero. As proof," he quickly moved on, before his majesty could object, "my brother has written me this letter," and he pulled out the response that William had brought back the night before.
"Dear Brother,
"I'm glad you have found love, and another kingdom to ally. I will take power as best I can, and hope you will visit occasionally.
"Sincerely,
"Dom XII Remandise, King of Citzdem."
Jumping off his throne, Wotchisfais seized the letter, and carefully examined it.
"How do I know this is real?"
"Simple. Travel to Citzdem to find out for yourself."
The king came up close to the baker dressed up as a superhero who was also pretending to be a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero, and slowly, morbidly, and quietly stated, "If this proves to be false, you will have no head to think with, no heart to feel with, and no hands to reach out for mercy." Abruptly turning, he called out, "Prepare the royal ship! We are going on a voyage!"
The captain was immediately dragged in and informed. He asked how long the voyage would be., and King Wotchisfais turned to the baker dressed up as a superhero who was also pretending to be a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero.
"Well, how long?"
"16 years, round trip."
"Hah!" the obstinate king answered, "A lie. You'll not be rid of us for that long. Prepare the ship for a 15 year, 363 day voyage."
So the king set off, with his cowering captain and crew; and while he was gone, the baker dressed up as a superhero took off his pjs, and married the princess. The baker turned prince ruled a peaceful kingdom, with the help of his friends: Willy and the hearing-wolf kept him informed of outside matters; William and Williamsburg were a 2-goat border patrol; and The Couple of People started a program to provide food and drink for the hungry and thirsty. So all-in-all, things ran smoothly. Aka-aka had a few children; the eldest of which was almost grown, when Wotchisfais returned, 15 years and 365 days later (it was leap year) .
His face was the face of a raging kookaburra (or was it a rhino?), and his eyes were like two firebirds, ready to fly out and lay waste to the country; or to the unfortunate baker turned prince who was trembling before him.
"You STUPID, SIMPERING, SMARTIE-PANTS, SUPERHEROof a FAKE! Do you know what you've done!" The king roared.
Uh-oh, thought the baker turned prince. I'm in trouble.
And boy, was he in trouble.
It had never occured to him to see what the king was doing, or what was happening on Citzdem.
King Wotchisfais filled him in.
Of course, Cim eventually came back home, to find that his brother was ruling as king, and that he had settled so smoothly into this role, that no one was overjoyed that the real king was back. Some people thought that a change would be enjoyable, but they weren't willing to work for it.
Dom, naturally, thought that it was outragous that his brother thought that he could just come back and reclaim a throne he'd denied; and Cim thought that it was outragous that his brother thought that he had denied the throne. In the end, Cim had asked a neighboring island for help, and Citzdem was being torn apart by the war.
The baker turned prince sent the king to meet the grandkids and drink of the Fountain of Youth (he was looking really old); then held a council with his friends.
Willy and the hearing-wolf confirmed what the king had said. William was sent with a note of explanation, and to bring Williamsburg home.
When the brothers found they'd been dupped, they took immediate action. Dom abdicated in favor of Cim, and Cim ordered Dom to lead the royal navy against Snnah (the kingdom the baker was ruling).
But before they could do any damage, an alliance was made. The Citzdemians would go home and never bother Snnah again if....
Let's just say that the baker had a new home: the royal island dungeon.
Aka-aka died of heartbreak, and her father soon followed after raging for an hour.
Prince Kak-bro, the baker turned prince's son, became the king. He ruled a peaceful kingdom, with the help of his friends: Willy and the hearing-wolf kept him informed of outside matters; William and Williamsburg were a 2-goat border patrol; and The Couple of People enlarged their program to provide food and drink for the hungry and thirsty. So all-in-all, things ran smoothly.
And most of them lived happily ever after.
The End
Note: If you want to end a story quickly, kill everyone off, or send them somewhere out of the way. :)
The love-birds waited in secrecy for Wotchisfais to say something about a match. But the months dragged on, and on, and still the king was still.
Finally, shortly after Aka-aka's birthday, the king issued a proclamation. "Hear ye, hear ye! If there be any worthless being who thinks to seek the hand of the priceless, peerless, perfectly plump Princess Aka-aka let him present himself promptly at the palace. There he shall proceed to participate in a contest. The prize of which shall be marriage to the most beautiful Princess Aka-aka."
The pair rejoiced when they heard this, but still remained silent about their affection. They wanted to see what the king had in mind.
A few princes arrived, and a couple farmers who wanted to move up in the world. They gathered in the throne room with the king and princess to hear the challenge. The challenge was given.
The princes paled; the farmers shrugged, and returned to farming; and princess Aka-aka burst into tears.
The next morning (delivery time), she cried into the baker's shoulder that she would die an old maid, and then explained between sobs what her father wanted. The baker would've fainted if Aka-aka hadn't been clutching him. Wotchisfais wanted the Fountain of Youth!
After reassuring her of his undying devotion, the baker returned to his shop an closed up. He gave away the pastries and breads, then went up to his room. He put on his super hero pjs and walked out the door. Off he went!;* with neither food nor water to sustain his being. He carried only the memory of his princess and the love they shared.
The night came after a day's walk. The baker dressed up as a superhero found himself pacing through the woods. Shadowy darkness, already ominous, grew black-er. The moon hid. Shyly, the stars covered themselves with tenebrous clouds. The baker dressed up as a superhero fel fear smoothly edge its way into his heart. He heard the shrub shudder. Or did he? Was his imagination taking control? Was there really something sinister hiding in that tangle of leaves? An owl hooted, and he ran. He ran and ran and ran and ran. Running helped him clear his head-- there wouldn't be anything following him. That only happened in fairy tales. (I love it when people put that in books or movies :), so I just had to put it in, naturally) Then he heard it again. A whisper of twigs being moved. His reason fled again, and so did he. Slowing once more, (this time from exhaustion) he considered his situation. He could fight or take flight. Since he didn't have hollow bones, he decided to fight whatever was out there.
Silence blanketed the forest.
Then it was there! The rustling sound.Clenching his fist, the baker dressed up as a superhero waited. Then, all of a sudden, a wolf appeared!
The baker dressed up as a superhero lowered his fists. "Whew!" he sighed, "I was afraid something awful was following me."
Choosing not to respond to that, the wold asked "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth."
"I could help you," the wolf told him, "When I put my left ear on the ground I can hear anything in the world."
"Really?"the baker dressed up as a superhero asked. "What happens when you put your right ear on the ground?""A mountain falls half-way around the world, and a princess falls in love with a baker."
"Whoa, really?" he asked again.
"No, nothing happens."
Thus, the baker dressed up as a superhero and the hearing-wolf became BFFs, and set off together. They walked the rest of the night, and kept on walking as the sun rose.
Presently, they left the wood, and were strolling through a mountain meadow. Traveling further, they came to a bridge. As they started across they heard a voice call "Who's that foot-steeping over my bridge?"
"It is I, the baker dressed up as a superhero, and my friend, the hearing-wolf. We are only passing through to find the --"
"I'm going to eat you up!" shouted the troll, as he jumped onto the bridge.
But before he could, another sound came from the other side of the ford. The troll whirled around.
"Who's that trip-trappin' over my bridge?"he bellowed.
A chorus of voices came back over, "It is only we, the three Billy Goats Gruff. We are going to eat the green, green gr--"
"I'm going to eat you up!" the troll shouted, fergetting he already had a meal ready and waiting.
Boldly, the largest of the three goats stepped forward. "Try it if you can!" he called; and without waiting for an answer, he charged across the bridge, and butted the troll hari over hairy toes into the river.
The other two trotted over to join him, and to meet the strangers who had watched in amazement.
"Who are you?" ask the smallest, Willy.
"Why are you here?" questioned William, the next largest.
"Where are you going?" rumbled Williamsburg in his deep voice.
The baker dressed up as a superhero explained, "I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth. This is my friend: the hearing-wolf. When he puts his left ear on the ground he can hear anything in the world. He has agreed to help me."
Looking at each other, the Billy Goats nodded. "We'll help, too!" they cried.
"I can see anywhere in the world when I hop up and down three times." said Willy
"I can run anywhere in the world almost before you can blink." said William.
"And I have the strength of ten armies." said Williamsburg.
The baker dressed up as a superhero could've clapped his hands for joy. "Excellent! Willy, can you see the Fountain?"
Three hops and a glance around later, Willy replied "Yes. There's a wooden cup next to it."
Turning to William, the baker dressed up as a superhero asked him "Will you run and get it?"
"Can do." and with that and a quick nod of direction from Willy, he was gone ... Only to appear seconds later with a cup full of water. "Sorry," he said, "it took a while for me to fill the cup from the Fountain."
"No worries!" the baker dressed up as a superhero practically squealed in delight, "Let's head back. But would you all mind sticking around? I might need you again."
They all agreed ("That's what friends are for!") and off they went to the palace.
On the way the met A Couple of People; twins, it seem. They looked so fatigued that the baker dressed up as a superhero offered them a drink or some berries that he'd gathered. They declined, and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
To which he responded, "I'm a baker dressed up as a superhero, and I'm in love with Princess Aka-aka; but her father, King Wotchisfais, won't let me marry her unless I find the Fountain of Youth. This is my friend: the hearing-wolf. When he puts his left ear on the ground he can hear anything in the world. And these are the three Billy Goats Gruff. Willy here can see anything inthe world with three hops; quick as a flash, William can go to that place and beyond; and for our safety, Williamsburg has the strength of ten armies. They have all agreed to help me."
"Oh! Let us come, too! One of Us is always thirsty, and the Other One is always hungry. Surely we can assist ou somehow."
Gladly, they were welcomed. The next day, they all appeared at the palace.
A great change had taken place. King Wotchisfais had had a nightmare that a baker dressed up as a superhero would win the princess. The king felt that this was a vision, and strove with all his might to prevent it. He called the army home, and set them up everywhere around the village; but he consentrated the force around, in, and through the castle.
Of course, with Williamsburg, the baker dressed up as a superhero had no problem entering the throne room.
He and his friends arrived before Aka-aka and her father, who had been sitting on their thrones as the army was dispersed (much to the dismay of Aka-aka, who felt that her father was going senile).
But his nightmare was coming true! He had to think of a way to stop the baker dressed up as a superhero from marrying his precious princess. Wait, no he didn't. He already had a plan. What was it? Oh... Yes! The CELLAR of ANTI-STARVATION and THIRST!!
Coldly, Wotchisfais congratulated the baker dressed up as a superhero on successfully passing the 1st test, and invited him into the royal kitchen for the next one. The princess had been staring in adoration at her love, but now turned to her father in despair.
The cup was set aside until it was needed, and the baker dressed up as a superhero and his friends were led to the kitchen, right up to a cellar filled with an asparagus-artichoke icecream shake. "Your next task is to drink this icecream," the king was heard to say. "You may select one companion to help you drink this before sundown." It was noon now, and the baker dressed up as a superhero's hopes rose as high as the sun after he heard the requirement. "Your majesty, I would like to select for my companion One of the Couple of People," and thus, the drinking commenced. The baker dressed up as a superhero almost threw up at the taste, but One of the Couple of People was so thirsty that he didn't care about the flavor of the beverage. With in two hours, the king's second largest cellar was as dry as Goblin Valley. Up in his chamber, the king stood shocked at his messanger's news. "Really?... ah... well then.... Let's see our fellow, shall we?" his majestic character slipped as he hurridly considered whether the next challenge was ready.
The messenger, a young boy, was so shaken by this friendly monarch that he came down with the fever and lost his sight.
*Let this be a lesson to all you rulers: always keep up appearances. Your subjects depend on it.*
"Eat this squid"
'Ew.' thought the baker dressed up as a superhero. 'Yum' thought the Other Couple of People, 'seafood.'
2 hours and a few trips to the bathroom later, another cellar was empty (although this one had been sqelshy and slimy).
The baker dressed up as a superhero watched the king leave, going to think of another challenge. 'This could go on forever.' the baker dressed up as a superhero pondered, 'I need to stop this.'
So as Wotchisfais thought of a challenge, the baker dressed up as a superhero thought of a way to avoid it. Princess Aka-aka was thinking, too; and arranged for a meeting with her soul-mate. After a fond, yet modest embrace, the baker dressed up as a superhero and the princess got down to business.
What did King Wotchisfais object to? That the baker dressed up as a superhero was common. How could they change that? Hmmmmm....
The princess searched through the history books, and found a similar account. It was resolved when the commoner became prince of a remote island seven years away. But the baker dressed up as a superhero didn't think the king would fall for that ruse without some persuasion. Besides, the maps didn't show an island seven years away.
Once again, the baker dressed up as a superhero turned to Willy and the hearing-wolf.
"Do you see a distant island?" he asked Willy, "So distant it would take eight years to travel to?" Better safe than sorry.
"Yes," Willy said, "It's rich, happy, and fertile."
"Hearing-wolf, what is happening there?"
The hearing-wolf put his ear to the ground. After a few minutes, he spoke. "The king has died. The 'elder prince and heir' is on a long voyage, and has been gone ten years. His younger brother has been regent, but is waiting loyally for his brother." He continued, "The island is called Citzdem; and the brothers are Cim, the elder, and Dom, the younger."
Next, the baker dressed up as a superhero called William. "Can you run over water?"
"Of course."
"Please go to Citzdem; Willy will show you the way."
"What will I do there?" puzzled William.
"Deliver this message, please," and the baker dressed up as a superhero handed William a letter written by Princess Aka-aka in man's handwriting. "It goes to prince Dom, informing him that Cim is marrying a foreign princess, and that Dom must rule in Cim's place, for Cim needs to help the princess's aged father."
"Okey dokey" and William was off.
The next morning, King Wotchisfais summoned the baker dressed up as a superhero, but before he could announce the day's challenge, the baker dressed up as a superhero interjected.
"Your majesty, I'm afraid I have deceived you. I am not a baker dressed up as a superhero, but a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero. As proof," he quickly moved on, before his majesty could object, "my brother has written me this letter," and he pulled out the response that William had brought back the night before.
"Dear Brother,
"I'm glad you have found love, and another kingdom to ally. I will take power as best I can, and hope you will visit occasionally.
"Sincerely,
"Dom XII Remandise, King of Citzdem."
Jumping off his throne, Wotchisfais seized the letter, and carefully examined it.
"How do I know this is real?"
"Simple. Travel to Citzdem to find out for yourself."
The king came up close to the baker dressed up as a superhero who was also pretending to be a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero, and slowly, morbidly, and quietly stated, "If this proves to be false, you will have no head to think with, no heart to feel with, and no hands to reach out for mercy." Abruptly turning, he called out, "Prepare the royal ship! We are going on a voyage!"
The captain was immediately dragged in and informed. He asked how long the voyage would be., and King Wotchisfais turned to the baker dressed up as a superhero who was also pretending to be a prince dressed up as a baker dressed up as a superhero.
"Well, how long?"
"16 years, round trip."
"Hah!" the obstinate king answered, "A lie. You'll not be rid of us for that long. Prepare the ship for a 15 year, 363 day voyage."
So the king set off, with his cowering captain and crew; and while he was gone, the baker dressed up as a superhero took off his pjs, and married the princess. The baker turned prince ruled a peaceful kingdom, with the help of his friends: Willy and the hearing-wolf kept him informed of outside matters; William and Williamsburg were a 2-goat border patrol; and The Couple of People started a program to provide food and drink for the hungry and thirsty. So all-in-all, things ran smoothly. Aka-aka had a few children; the eldest of which was almost grown, when Wotchisfais returned, 15 years and 365 days later (it was leap year) .
His face was the face of a raging kookaburra (or was it a rhino?), and his eyes were like two firebirds, ready to fly out and lay waste to the country; or to the unfortunate baker turned prince who was trembling before him.
"You STUPID, SIMPERING, SMARTIE-PANTS, SUPERHEROof a FAKE! Do you know what you've done!" The king roared.
Uh-oh, thought the baker turned prince. I'm in trouble.
And boy, was he in trouble.
It had never occured to him to see what the king was doing, or what was happening on Citzdem.
King Wotchisfais filled him in.
Of course, Cim eventually came back home, to find that his brother was ruling as king, and that he had settled so smoothly into this role, that no one was overjoyed that the real king was back. Some people thought that a change would be enjoyable, but they weren't willing to work for it.
Dom, naturally, thought that it was outragous that his brother thought that he could just come back and reclaim a throne he'd denied; and Cim thought that it was outragous that his brother thought that he had denied the throne. In the end, Cim had asked a neighboring island for help, and Citzdem was being torn apart by the war.
The baker turned prince sent the king to meet the grandkids and drink of the Fountain of Youth (he was looking really old); then held a council with his friends.
Willy and the hearing-wolf confirmed what the king had said. William was sent with a note of explanation, and to bring Williamsburg home.
When the brothers found they'd been dupped, they took immediate action. Dom abdicated in favor of Cim, and Cim ordered Dom to lead the royal navy against Snnah (the kingdom the baker was ruling).
But before they could do any damage, an alliance was made. The Citzdemians would go home and never bother Snnah again if....
Let's just say that the baker had a new home: the royal island dungeon.
Aka-aka died of heartbreak, and her father soon followed after raging for an hour.
Prince Kak-bro, the baker turned prince's son, became the king. He ruled a peaceful kingdom, with the help of his friends: Willy and the hearing-wolf kept him informed of outside matters; William and Williamsburg were a 2-goat border patrol; and The Couple of People enlarged their program to provide food and drink for the hungry and thirsty. So all-in-all, things ran smoothly.
And most of them lived happily ever after.
The End
Note: If you want to end a story quickly, kill everyone off, or send them somewhere out of the way. :)
"If you're going to be this crazy, I'm going to put you in the zoo!" -Said by a mother to her boy.
My mom is awesome, but I must say
That she can really get into a fray:
One moment of temper, and I'm out the door,
And into the zoo, where lions doth roar.
Not all moms do this, some sit and scream,
Others may threaten, but never do dream
That one day their child, their one precious gem,
Would be in a zoo. The thought would kill them.
But my mom's real nice, she comes all the time,
She even buys peanuts, and we both do dine.
But no other children are given, you see,
So I must make friends with the old chimpanzee.
I really do wish that you would come, too.
We'd have so much fun, right here in the zoo.
We'd jump with the monkeys, swing with our tails;
In the aquarium I fish for whales!;
Then we can laze with the polar bears, cold;
Let's live in the zoo until we're both old.
But no, I am sure that your mother's too kind
To let you come join me to culture your mind.
So, stay at home, with your boring toys.
I'll keep my tigers who like to lick boys.
My mom's just SUPER, I now must say.
For who else could possibly just throw away
Such a good boy as me; come now, let's admit,
~Kate Wynstelle In Honor of my Little Brother, Xai.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Random person story
Here's part one of the story I've been writing using the Random Person writing prompt!
The first time I saw him, he was just--there. Though his long, dark hair covered his eyes, I could sense him staring at me, watching my every move. Something about him had seemed different.
I had been so interested in him that I failed to notice a vehicle swerve dangerously towards me. Too late, I found myself on the cement in extreme pain. Shock surged through me and I blacked out.
Even during that intense moment, I saw him. Blurry visions of him filled my dreams. His face haunted me. I didn't know who he was, or where he came from; little did I know that I would soon come to find that out.
The young man stood before me, his hair still long, but brushed neatly aside. His soft grey eyes revealed distress and concern. He must have sensed fear amidst my misery, for he spoke, his voice clear and gentle.
"It's okay, I won't harm you."
I was able to muster the strength to speak, my voice sounding something like a sick goat.
"Who are you?"
Every word hurt, like a tornado ripping through a city, only I was the city.
"A friend," was his response.
A friend? I don't even know his name! How can I trust him? I thought. Again, he must have understood my fear, for he spoke, this time anxiously.
"Please, you have to believe me!"
His next words came differently, as though I had thought them, but they weren't my thoughts... They were... His.
"You are in grave danger, Aphria! Twice now your enemies have tried to take your life. I have been able to keep you from major harm, but this time they went too far. They know where you are, and they are seeking right this moment to destroy your life--permanently."
What was he talking about? My name was NOT Aphria, and I didn't have any enemies that I knew of. Well, unless you counted the girl at my work that I accidentally spilled orange soda on, but that was an accident! She had been mad, but not angry enough to threaten my life...
My thoughts continued to wander, fretfully searching for answers. I wanted to speak so badly, but I could no longer. It was just too agonizing. Instead, he just started talking--or thinking--again.
"Trust in me just this once and I will help you to better understand. I can heal you if you'll allow me. I know you don't remember me, but I know you. You and I used to be great friends,"
I sensed regret in his features.
"But that was the past. Please allow me to help you. Maybe we could become friends again, and we could get..."
At this he trailed off, embarrassed.
"I know it is hard for you to believe, but I can help you. I really can. Let me heal you."
I hesitated. There was no way that he could heal me of this injury, and he was already speaking nonsense. But he sounded so sincere that I decided to let him try. After all, I was in a lot of pain.
"Okay," I whispered.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief. "Give me your hand."
I slowly extended my hand to him. His hand clasped mine and I found myself relaxing. Something about this seemed so familiar, so natural. Then, his hand started to glow. My eyes widened as the glowing went from his hand to my injuries and the pain gradually faded away.
I yanked my hand away from his grip.
"How did you... I mean, you... I have to get home!"
I started to get up, struggling with the IV and the other cords around me. I didn't know how he did it, how he healed me, but this was beginning to freak me out. I had to get home, back to my regular life. Away from him.
"No, wait!" The young man said. "I can't let you leave like this. The hospital still thinks you're...you know..." he gestured to the bed that I had just abandoned, cords and medical devices scattered all over. "And I can't allow you leave yet. Your enemies are all over right now! You'd get killed the instant you set foot outside the hospital doors!"
I ignored him and started searching for my clothes.
"The nurse had your clothes taken away. They were in pretty bad shape after what happened to you. Here, take this." He held out a tote bag full of clothing. I stared at him suspiciously, then snatched the bag and ran to the restroom, locking the door behind me.
I started to examine the clothing. A faded black double-breasted coat, over the knee brown boots, snug denim jeans, a maroon shirt...oddly enough, all were sized to fit me perfectly. Wow, I thought, This guy has really great taste!
No...What was I thinking? Snap out of it, Shae! He was just some creep who I saw on the street. He could have stolen the clothing, for all I knew!
After dressing, I went to the sink and washed my face. I didn't feel any different, but my face looked pale and worn out. A white scar across my right cheek proved that I had been in an accident. If only I had some makeup to hide it...
"Oh, no," the young man's muffled voice came from behind the door. "Aphria, we have to get out of here! Now!"
I jerked open the door, upset that he was ordering me around.
"My name is not Aphria!" I started for the exit, but he ran ahead and blocked me.
"You can't go out that way. They'll see you!"
"I don't care who sees me, I'm going home!" I tried to shove him aside, but he stood firm. "What is your problem? Not even a minute ago you were urging me to leave, and now you're telling me I can't?!"
He set his jaw. "You can't go out...that way. Three of your enemies are just down the hall, and they're about to discover where you are. If you step out of this room, you're history, and I can't let that happen to you."
I scanned the room for another escape route. The only thing I could find was a window. "And how do you expect me to leave?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He folded his arms and nodded to the window.
Just a single glance out and I knew he was insane. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...There is NO WAY I am going out there! We're at least fifty feet up! Do you think I'm supposed to miraculously survive a fall from this high?"
"What have they done to you?" He muttered angrily.
Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Sir, there are a few family members here who would like to see Shae. Would you mind if they visited for a few minutes?"
"Just a moment, please," the young man said. "Aphria, you have to trust me. Let's get out of here while we have the chance!" He walked over to the window and opened it. "Hurry!"
"Sir, is there a problem?"
"Go!" He urged, then grabbed my hand and practically threw me out the window. I screamed and clutched at the window ledge, my feet dangling. I struggled to find a foothold. I was losing my strength. Any minute now I would fall to my death. My hands slipped off the ledge...and suddenly I was caught by a strong grip. The young man had saved my life!
"Grab onto the rope," he said with frustration. "And don't let go!"
Instantly, I clung to the rope that had suddenly appeared in front of me, holding it so tense my knuckles turned white. I shut my eyes as I swung from it, feeling queasy.
After several more minutes, I felt my feet touch something solid.
"It's okay, you can open your eyes now."
As I opened my eyes, relief flooded through me. I was standing on the sidewalk bordering the hospital, safe from harm. But that didn't last long, for I heard men shouting from above and behind me and the young man urged me to keep going. "We have to get away from here! Come on!"
I had no other option then to follow.
The first time I saw him, he was just--there. Though his long, dark hair covered his eyes, I could sense him staring at me, watching my every move. Something about him had seemed different.
I had been so interested in him that I failed to notice a vehicle swerve dangerously towards me. Too late, I found myself on the cement in extreme pain. Shock surged through me and I blacked out.
Even during that intense moment, I saw him. Blurry visions of him filled my dreams. His face haunted me. I didn't know who he was, or where he came from; little did I know that I would soon come to find that out.
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Waking up was the worst part. I found myself lying in a hospital bed in excruciating pain. I could hardly endure it, but I forced my eyes open. Had I been capable of it, I would have jumped out of bed and screamed. But all I could muster was a wimpy gasp at what I saw.The young man stood before me, his hair still long, but brushed neatly aside. His soft grey eyes revealed distress and concern. He must have sensed fear amidst my misery, for he spoke, his voice clear and gentle.
"It's okay, I won't harm you."
I was able to muster the strength to speak, my voice sounding something like a sick goat.
"Who are you?"
Every word hurt, like a tornado ripping through a city, only I was the city.
"A friend," was his response.
A friend? I don't even know his name! How can I trust him? I thought. Again, he must have understood my fear, for he spoke, this time anxiously.
"Please, you have to believe me!"
His next words came differently, as though I had thought them, but they weren't my thoughts... They were... His.
"You are in grave danger, Aphria! Twice now your enemies have tried to take your life. I have been able to keep you from major harm, but this time they went too far. They know where you are, and they are seeking right this moment to destroy your life--permanently."
What was he talking about? My name was NOT Aphria, and I didn't have any enemies that I knew of. Well, unless you counted the girl at my work that I accidentally spilled orange soda on, but that was an accident! She had been mad, but not angry enough to threaten my life...
My thoughts continued to wander, fretfully searching for answers. I wanted to speak so badly, but I could no longer. It was just too agonizing. Instead, he just started talking--or thinking--again.
"Trust in me just this once and I will help you to better understand. I can heal you if you'll allow me. I know you don't remember me, but I know you. You and I used to be great friends,"
I sensed regret in his features.
"But that was the past. Please allow me to help you. Maybe we could become friends again, and we could get..."
At this he trailed off, embarrassed.
"I know it is hard for you to believe, but I can help you. I really can. Let me heal you."
I hesitated. There was no way that he could heal me of this injury, and he was already speaking nonsense. But he sounded so sincere that I decided to let him try. After all, I was in a lot of pain.
"Okay," I whispered.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief. "Give me your hand."
I slowly extended my hand to him. His hand clasped mine and I found myself relaxing. Something about this seemed so familiar, so natural. Then, his hand started to glow. My eyes widened as the glowing went from his hand to my injuries and the pain gradually faded away.
I yanked my hand away from his grip.
"How did you... I mean, you... I have to get home!"
I started to get up, struggling with the IV and the other cords around me. I didn't know how he did it, how he healed me, but this was beginning to freak me out. I had to get home, back to my regular life. Away from him.
"No, wait!" The young man said. "I can't let you leave like this. The hospital still thinks you're...you know..." he gestured to the bed that I had just abandoned, cords and medical devices scattered all over. "And I can't allow you leave yet. Your enemies are all over right now! You'd get killed the instant you set foot outside the hospital doors!"
I ignored him and started searching for my clothes.
"The nurse had your clothes taken away. They were in pretty bad shape after what happened to you. Here, take this." He held out a tote bag full of clothing. I stared at him suspiciously, then snatched the bag and ran to the restroom, locking the door behind me.
I started to examine the clothing. A faded black double-breasted coat, over the knee brown boots, snug denim jeans, a maroon shirt...oddly enough, all were sized to fit me perfectly. Wow, I thought, This guy has really great taste!
No...What was I thinking? Snap out of it, Shae! He was just some creep who I saw on the street. He could have stolen the clothing, for all I knew!
After dressing, I went to the sink and washed my face. I didn't feel any different, but my face looked pale and worn out. A white scar across my right cheek proved that I had been in an accident. If only I had some makeup to hide it...
"Oh, no," the young man's muffled voice came from behind the door. "Aphria, we have to get out of here! Now!"
I jerked open the door, upset that he was ordering me around.
"My name is not Aphria!" I started for the exit, but he ran ahead and blocked me.
"You can't go out that way. They'll see you!"
"I don't care who sees me, I'm going home!" I tried to shove him aside, but he stood firm. "What is your problem? Not even a minute ago you were urging me to leave, and now you're telling me I can't?!"
He set his jaw. "You can't go out...that way. Three of your enemies are just down the hall, and they're about to discover where you are. If you step out of this room, you're history, and I can't let that happen to you."
I scanned the room for another escape route. The only thing I could find was a window. "And how do you expect me to leave?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He folded his arms and nodded to the window.
Just a single glance out and I knew he was insane. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...There is NO WAY I am going out there! We're at least fifty feet up! Do you think I'm supposed to miraculously survive a fall from this high?"
"What have they done to you?" He muttered angrily.
Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Sir, there are a few family members here who would like to see Shae. Would you mind if they visited for a few minutes?"
"Just a moment, please," the young man said. "Aphria, you have to trust me. Let's get out of here while we have the chance!" He walked over to the window and opened it. "Hurry!"
"Sir, is there a problem?"
"Go!" He urged, then grabbed my hand and practically threw me out the window. I screamed and clutched at the window ledge, my feet dangling. I struggled to find a foothold. I was losing my strength. Any minute now I would fall to my death. My hands slipped off the ledge...and suddenly I was caught by a strong grip. The young man had saved my life!
"Grab onto the rope," he said with frustration. "And don't let go!"
Instantly, I clung to the rope that had suddenly appeared in front of me, holding it so tense my knuckles turned white. I shut my eyes as I swung from it, feeling queasy.
After several more minutes, I felt my feet touch something solid.
"It's okay, you can open your eyes now."
As I opened my eyes, relief flooded through me. I was standing on the sidewalk bordering the hospital, safe from harm. But that didn't last long, for I heard men shouting from above and behind me and the young man urged me to keep going. "We have to get away from here! Come on!"
I had no other option then to follow.
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Enjoy!
-Jemison Stripes
PMG- a poem
I can't wait!
Anticipate.
All I can do
Will soon come through.
"No Greater Call"
I'll 'catch' them all.
A fisher of men,
I'll share with them
The Greatest Light
Where there's no night.
Woes may come,
But through the storm
They will have Him
So sing a hymn!
All because
Somebody was
Called to serve.
Someone with nerve
Had light and joy
And was not coy,
But shared with love
Love from above.
I can't wait
I won't be late!
I'll go out
And, though a sprout,
I'll feel blessed,
Not overdressed.
In His goodness
I'll build some nests,
I'll plant some seeds,
Pluck out the weeds,
Sow some wheat
In a heartbeat-
Or maybe two,
Depends on you!
Oh, come and serve,
You've got the nerve.
You can't wait!
Anticipate
That white jumper,
And in it, her
Whom you have blessed.
She's overdressed
In His good love,
Love from above,
All from one who came-- YOU!!
Anticipate.
All I can do
Will soon come through.
"No Greater Call"
I'll 'catch' them all.
A fisher of men,
I'll share with them
The Greatest Light
Where there's no night.
Woes may come,
But through the storm
They will have Him
So sing a hymn!
All because
Somebody was
Called to serve.
Someone with nerve
Had light and joy
And was not coy,
But shared with love
Love from above.
I can't wait
I won't be late!
I'll go out
And, though a sprout,
I'll feel blessed,
Not overdressed.
In His goodness
I'll build some nests,
I'll plant some seeds,
Pluck out the weeds,
Sow some wheat
In a heartbeat-
Or maybe two,
Depends on you!
Oh, come and serve,
You've got the nerve.
You can't wait!
Anticipate
That white jumper,
And in it, her
Whom you have blessed.
She's overdressed
In His good love,
Love from above,
All from one who came-- YOU!!
Friday, December 14, 2012
The SSPWLTSRTQ and the Hippo
One day, a super shy person who likes to share random trivia questions
was leading an exercise class. In the class there was a Hippo. Today the Hippo had a
really bad case of the hiccups. The SSPWLTSRTQ (super shy person who likes to share random trivia questions) felt bad for the Hippo,
so he
bought a good luck charm. The next exercise class he brought the lucky charm with him to give to the Hippo (assuming that the Hippo still had a really bad case of the Hiccups). After class,
he gave
it to the hippo. When the hippo got home he took the charm out of his
bag and
flipped the ‘on’ switch. He waited, but nothing happened, so he assumed that it had been jostled around so much in his bag that it had broken. So he tossed it onto the couch and started doing his usual stretching routine that he always did after exercise class. Right as he was slowly lowering himself down to a near-splits position, he heard a
knock
at the door. This knock at the door startled the stretching Hippo so much he forgot to concentrate on not slipping and fell into the complete splits. After much grumbling and wincing, the Hippo slowly pushed himself into a standing position and made his way painfully to the door. When the Hippo finally answered he saw to his dismay a Egyptian
Pharaoh
with a traditional Egyptian hunting spear. The Hippo was so scared that
he
slammed the door so hard he was not able too keep a hold on the handle, so the door bounced of the frame and came
back
and knocked him out. Meanwhile, out in the hall, the Pharaoh started to
laugh.
He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed again. When he was
done
laughing he wrote a note that said, Sorry
I scared you. Your friend, SSPWLTSRTQ. When the hippo woke up, and his
hiccups were gone; he was so happy. And from then on he always kept the good luck charm switch on (exept for when he was stretching, then he turned it off).
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Writing Prompt, Drawn to the sea
why is she wading towards that strange building out at sea?
I think it's an intriguing picture. use it if you like it.
-Anna
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If everyone could label their posts with their name/pen name, if it's a story or a poem, and what type of story/poem it is (ie. fairy tale, future gore/ tree poem, rock poem) Then we can find stories/poems with more ease.
David in Pain
I don't have time right now to write anything new, but just for posting sake...
JUST A WARNING, I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS PRACTICING WRITING PAIN
I can't win. The
reality hit me as his gaze pushed me backwards. My heal caught a log
and I stumbled back. In my effort to stay up I caught a branch
covered in thorns. They pierced my skin with a wave of shock that
raised through my spine. I watched his eyes line with delight as I
struggled to regain my composer. Once again confident, I reached for
my sword. My hopes sunk in an instant as a wrenching feeling from the
pit of my stomach rouse. My sword was gone. Trying not to show my
anxiety, I searched for it as I took off running.
When I reached the
top of the hill I looked back, he wasn't even stressing to catch me.
Steady
and accurately he
was making his way to me. He acted as if I was a joke that didn't
deserve his full strength and attention. His attitude suggested that
he knew I was going to die, ether of his own doing, or of mine.
Before I could stop it her image was all a could see. Simple, young,
and afraid. Suddenly she was torn from me. she called out violently
but I couldn’t reach her. My lack of breath mixed with my stinging
hands, and pounding throat caused me to black out. I collapsed to the
ground and tumbled
back down the the
bottom of the hill. Instead of passing farther into nothingness I was
knocked back to reality. Shaken, bruised, and I couldn't move. After
a minute of blinking myself awake he appeared on the horizon. I had
to ignore my pain.
I stood up and
again found myself defenseless.
“Are you done
running yet?” he shouted with his arms open and his sword to his
side. If I had a dagger I would have taken this opportunity to run it
through his gut. Unfortunately I'm cursed to always be weaponless at
the crucial moment in a fight. He pulled his sword out and strolled
towards me, blade moving to my throat. His gaze suggesting amusement.
Mine showed nothing but loathing. My face revealed half of my
emotions, but my shaking limbs showed the other.
He took this
advantage and kicked my nee, bending it back. I let out a shriek of
pain before I
crumpled to the
ground. He chuckled softly, as I clasped my nee.
“now I see, you
are done” he said as he circled my crumpled body occasionally
kicking my side. He paused and rested his chin on his fist. “you
are a useless lump, so to the ground you go.” he kicked me back and
stabbed his sword into my shoulder. I screamed and my voice cracked
into a cry. the blade withdrew and the true pain was revealed. It
burned like a branding iron and stung as if the blade had been coated
in lemons. Warm blood ran down my arm and hand as I attempted to
cover it.
He was laughing. I
started heaving with anger between my gulps for sanity.
“Die with at
least a shred of dignity. Prove you can be a man,” he couched “your
sister certainly thought you were.” I was fuming. how cruel can he
be to bring her crumpled figure in my mind? He must have seen my
anger because he continued. “She would always talk about you and
how you would come for her, of course you never did. She was a
pleasant girl, what was her name again?”
I was shacking with
rage.
“DON'T YOU DARE
SAY HER NAME!” I shouted at him with all the energy I could
muster. Her name was to pure to be uttered from his putrid lips.
I pulled myself to
my feet. He laughed again.
“I
see your taking my advice. Now I remember,” he started to form her
name. I ran at him my hands out in front ready to grasp his throat.
His sword was already out but not ready, it cut across the top of my
other shoulder. The pain just added to my fury as I grasp his neck
and flung him to the ground. The force threw the sword out of his
hands. I released him and went for it in the seconds that he was
still recovering. Now he was the one with a blade to his neck. I was
still trembling with emotions, but fear had been pushed back in my mind
as a new thought arose. The feeling that I might actually live. I
can win. I told myself.
He
stayed on the ground. I wanted right then to run him through. End it
just like this and satisfy my need for revenge. I wanted so badly to
do it, but I couldn't. Not with her sweet, quiet eyes looking into
mine. I pointed the blade backwards and bashed him in the head with
the butt of the sword. He melted to the ground, unconscious. That's
all I'm going to do to him, the authorities can determine the rest, I
told myself. I could feel her warm hands holding my face. she
wouldn't be haunting me anymore, but she would be with me.
I
stared at the wicked creature lying limp on the ground, and shook
with exhaustion. I dropped the sword to the ground. Sleep,
she whispered as I sunk to the
ground.
* * *
I've decided to make this into a book someday. The main character is a boy named David.
-Anna
Ginger History
Ginger power
Let me begin where the connection between Gingers and Canada begins. For that matter, let me begin even before that, when one race of Americans destroyed another. North America was Inhabited for approximately 1021 years by two neighboring peoples, The Nephites and The Lamanites. For the first years of this time they were all one race, but a portion of the people were cursed for their disobedience to the commandments.
Near the year of 421 the Lamanites wiped the Nephites off the face of the Earth. Following that time, the Lamanites spread across the entire North and South Americas. For almost seven Hundred years the Natives (previously known as the Lamanites) dwelt in relative peace without disturbance from the rest of the world. Then in 1050, one of the most important things in the history of the Canada happened, The Ruler of the Gingers, If you will, the Chuck Norris of the time, Leif Ericson discovered Canada.
After the Discovery, Leif unleashed the full and unquestioned power of the elite clan of Gingers, The Ginga’s. The reason he did this is still unknown, though there are a good number of speculations. The most common of these theories is that, Leif believed, just as I do, that the Gingers of the world must have an unpolluted stronghold from which, the Gingers could master their extreme power without disturbance and pollution. The land that was seemingly uninhabited at the time was a perfect location for such a base.
Now, you must be thinking that Leif was stupid to go in search of a new place when they had places like Denmark, or Norway. You must understand that, though these places have a almost complete Redheaded population they were not pure Ginger. Because of royalty and politics, the groups that live in these lands were not pure. Leif and his companions were the most pure blooded Gingers in the entire world, and thus, possess the most Ginger power of anyone on the planet.
Before I go much further I will explain the transfer of Ginger Power from generation to generation. Let’s assume that, because nobody knows the exact amount of Ginger Power that Leif Ericson possessed, he had almost all of the abilities that have ever been granted to Gingers. Now let’s say that, of course, he married a Ginger who was not quite as pure as he was. Their children would have the same powers as their mother. Now we say that Leifs eldest son married a half pure redhead (once you reach half purity you are no longer considered a Ginger) their children would no longer be Gingers. Get it? your Ginger Power is the equivalent of your least powerful parent. There are a few exceptions to that rule. If the Great Almighty Soul Master (Leif held this title in his life, Queen Elizabeth of England held it in hers, and at present Chuck Norris is the Almighty Soul Master) Feels your soul as it is filling your body. He may, if he is so inclined, alter the state of the body which it is coming into. Now, you must understand that it is a rare thing for the all powerful one to reach out in an effort to change a poor little human into a Ginger. This requires a huge amount of power and is a gamble. without Ginger parent, the child is forced to learn for itself of his or her power before the powers fade into oblivion. Now, if a soul has potential as a Ginger and has some of the Genes required, it is more likely for the Soul Master to increase the power of that gene to make a new Ginger.
If you end up with this gift from the Almighty. You gain The powers of a Ginger according to your potential. This is what has happened to me. My grandpa was a Ginger in his youth. He had an interesting family situation he never learned to use his power, and it was lost to him. By the time he graduated from High School he no longer had the powers the come from red hair, then he no longer had red hair, it faded. He had lost his power. But even though he lost his power, he was still drawn to the power of it. He later moved to Canada, but when the stripping of the power invested in Canada (we will address that in later chapters) He immediately began to feel homesick, too long for America, the land where that power was being transferred. Because of my Grandpa’s gene, I was a more likely candidate for Ginger power. I have mastered my skills and specialize in Soul and power removal as well as inanimate manipulation. I have been classed as a class 3 Ginger, anyone with class seven of lower are automatically qualified to be a Ginga, all you have to do to become one is to prove that you are in that class area and submit your application.
Anyway, the original Ginga’s bestowed the most Ginger power anyone had ever mustered on the land that would come to be know as Canada. They set up a settlement for the winter but then discovered that they were not alone. The natives came, and before fall ever came, the Ginga’s were forced to retreat. for almost 500 years the land was left untouched by Europeans, but the power of the Ginga’ remained. But it could not expand due to the fact that the people of that land were cursed by God.
“For The Ginga’!!!”
In 1492 Christopher Columbus had launched an expedition to the new world that must be stopped, before it happened. Queen Elizabeth the 1st had just reached her age of maturity and was now the Great Almighty Soul Master. She ordered the sabotage mission on the Columbian expedition. The mission failed, and the saboteur was the first Ginga’ to ever be cast from the Brotherhood (one of only two in history) because of his failure, the pollution of Canada began. Elizabeth then ordered the expedition to Canada, and soon England claimed Canada as their own, shortly thereafter, the French came and conquered the whole of Canada, the beginning of the modern rivalry between the Gingarian Brotherhood and the French Knights of the Templar. Just before the revolutionary war, the English attacked and conquered the French territory of Canada.
Then the International Ginger Committee determined that we needed to select a country to revolutionize and cause the people of Canada to feel oppressed to the point that they would revolt, at which point the Gingers could step in and claim the land for ourselves. They decided that the thirteen colonies of America would be the easiest and most effective location to revolutionize. The Gingarian second in command and general, George Washington was sent to be the official leader of the Revolution. The whole team sent to America who’s sole purpose was to start the revolution, hired radical Americans to stir up the people without the Templar’s noticing. As the war was getting ready to explode, we discovered that the Templar’s were fighting for the same cause. The war exploded. The only instance in history that the Templars and the Ginga’s ever fought for the same cause. This is why the Revolution was so successful, and why the french Revolution was not. At the conclusion of the war, the Gingers took command of the new nation. For three presidential terms, America was ruled by the I.G.C. In that time, they managed to place one of their own in the Canadian Monarchy. Prince William was this Redhead, because of his place on the government of Canada, they could not have that person have any Ginger power, the land of power could not have an all powerful ruler. Soon, the Templars caught on. They sent an infiltrator. A fake Ginger, her hair dyed, and a fake set of powers, drug induced of course.
This enemy of the universe, was sent to infiltrate the Monarchy. She did this quite well, we still are recovering from this very successful attempt to take out them out. The story has it, that she came and, using some love potion, forced him to fall madly in love with her. They had one child before we caught on to her and ended her wretched life. Now, this implant had placed a “Spell” on the King. The king craved power now, and power for his little child. He then turned to strange and dark ways to come by this incredible power. Soon he found a way, we still do not fully understand how he broke into the Power supply of Canada, but he did. Before taking the power, he thought through the consequences of stealing from the Canadian supply. He realized that he must have some sort of protection from the Ginga’ who would certainly destroy him and his entire family once they found out. So, he made the decision. He gathered together a group of fifty Gingers from the Gingarian Brotherhood (classes 25 and down) and held the most evil council since the creation of the planet. At this conference, he promised these fifty, power and riches beyond compare if they would but swear on their lives that they would always be loyal in protecting the Monarchy. Sadly, thirty seven of the fifty swore, the first Canadian Knights had arrived. Upon this oath they all (William and his child included) tapped the Canadian power supply and it was immediately divided between the thirty nine.
At this, the remaining eleven split with one accord. To destroy these evil few. Six of them attacked directly screaming “For the Ginga’!!!”, but before they even had the chance to attack, the awesome power of the Canadian Knights enveloped them all in their power and they were immediately stripped of their power and life. The remaining five had run away from the battle, that was the smart decision. By bolting to the capital, they were able to warn the Gingers there of the threat.
In the confusion one of the Knights turned on the king. He unleashed his full power on the unsuspecting traitor and his son. The force killed the king and son instantly, but because of his vow, the Sworn who had dared to defy his power was destroyed by that same power. It consumed him entirely. Only his charred clothes were found lying next to the King.
Because of this man's bravery, the human race is not enslaved by a few dominant Traitors. The I.G.C. acted quickly and managed to gather the entire Ginga’ together for the sole purpose of chaining these rebels to the power of Canada. It required great sacrifice on our part but the world would be thankful if they only knew.
The Canadian Knights were scattered and most of them killed for their direct violation of their honour. Although a few remained, they could not wield the whole power of Canada alone, it would have literally reduced them to ash in a matter of seconds. Only three survived the first month, and only one was never caught eventually. Those three, waited in secret, training friends and relatives in the ways of the Canadian Knight.
The Dark Ages of the Ginga’
Peace reigned for years, Williams niece became the Queen. Victoria, she was a powerful leader. The I.G.C. elected her to be the first honor member of the Gingarian Brotherhood, which required her to be bestowed with at least 75 percent of the Ginger power out there. The Council voted her a class 13, and granted her the corresponding power. She then reformed her bodyguard, to be full of Gingers. Even though she never came to Canada, she is the most celebrated leader of Canada in it’s history. Then, strange things started to happen. The Queens entire bodyguard all became sick, with different fatal diseases at the same time. Shortly after, a non-registered group of Canadian Gingers took their place. These Gingers evaded us for years, and when we finally did catch up with them we had ourselves in for a big surprise.
These unregistered Gingers turned out to be the leaders of the Canadian Knights. This was horrible in so many ways. If we could’ve just killed one more of the sworne we would have stopped the entire problem. Sadly we could not find him until he had done his damage. As he prepared for the conquest of Canada, he unleashed one last burst of power that would create a link the the power supply and his followers. All they had to do was go through a special oath with there hands on the bones of this man. Shortly thereafter, the Canadian Knights started their conquest of canada. The Rebellions of 1837 and 1838, at the beginning of which, it was the Canadian Knights (rebels) against the Government (Ginga’s) but by the end, the Ginga’ was next to extinct in Canada, and they were no longer fighting against the Ginga’ but the Government of Canada had been overtaken by the Canadians, they were fighting a different version of themselves.
Then another of the numerous tragedies that happened in this time period happened. The Great Queen, Victoria, fell madly in “love” with a Templar. At this point, the I.G.C. could not spare any Gingarians to take him out. They were struggling to keep the committee intact. He was allowed to live. They had seven children, and none of them inherited the power that had been granted her. things just kept on going downhill from there. When Albert the Templar, died in 1861 she withdrew herself from the affairs of Canada. The Canadian Knights ruled the land, unquestioned, and it seemed, that the world Leif had imagined would never become a reality.
Once Victoria Died, the I.G.C. had been forced to move their headquarters back to Europe, and was placed in the city of Breda, in the Netherlands where it resides to this day. Victoria’s successor, Edward VII was not interested in Canada at all. The C.K. spread seeds of rebellion at this time, in an attempt to claim some power. The Gingarians mounted an attack on the Knights Templar and Canada, and lost.
It seemed to the Ginga’ that they could no longer hold themselves up from brutal strikes of the C.K. and the Templar. But the world was about to change...
The World at War, Twice
On January 1st 1901 the I.G.C. was faced with the most devastating threat it had ever received. There was a difference of opinion between the Ginga’ and their weaker counterparts, The Gingarian Brotherhood. The Brotherhood felt that an all out war was a necessary part in the annihilation of the Knights Templar and the Canadian Knights, now known simply as, “The Knights”. The Ginga’ whose power and wisdom greatly exceeded that of the Gingarian Brotherhood, knew that the only way to exterminate The Knights was by assassination of those at the top. There was a split. The Gingarian’s quickly made their move. After carefully selecting a country that if declared war, would throw the world into conflict, the Brotherhood started implanting their men in the Austrian and German governments. The Ginga’ reacted accordingly. sending their top assassins to the country of Serbia. On September 6 1901, The I.G.C. authorized the lead assassin, Dragutin Dimitrijević, codenamed Apis, to create the secret military organization known as the Black Hand. Both groups began their climb towards their goals. The Black Hand, having a better support and more experienced men, was ready to take out anybody they wanted to by 1903, they moved quickly, removing Gingarian sympathizers in Serbia, King Alexander and Queen Draga. They waited, killing Gingarians and their allies alike. In March of 1914, Apis found the man he’d been looking for for a full 14 years, Franz Ferdinand, “Archduke” of Austria. He was the current Brotherhood leader, and the founder of the split of the century. Apis moved quickly, he planned the assassination very fast, and that resulted in the tragedy of the time, World War One. Just one month after the killing, Austria sent the July Ultimatum, Serbia turned it down, they knew it was only just a delay of war, and with that the war began, the I.G.C. revoked the rights of the Gingarians to have any rights on the committee. The war that followed was brutal, in 1917 Apis was caught and was killed by firing squad. In November 1918, most opposing Gingarians had been exterminated and very few were left outside of Berlin. The Allied powers marched in and quickly killed those who were left. Finally in June, 1919 the war was formally ended.
By the time of the war, the Templar had spread their influence over most of Europe. One young Templar by the name of Adolf Hitler had been victim of mustard gas. Being a loyal German, he was furious that they had lost the war. He swore revenge on the now unified I.G.C. He soon recovered from the gas. He began to stir up the Germans toward their manifest destiny, world conquest. He gathered together the Templar from across Europe, they came together and formed the political party of the Nazi. Soon Hitler was the ruler of Germany and the Knights Templar. He dissolved his alliance with the Canadian Knights. The worst mistake he had ever made. The Canadians were infuriated, they had been a powerful friend, now they were a powerful enemy, one who would destroy the Templar if possible. Their chance came all the too soon.
Hitler invaded Austria. He did this to remove the prime Gingarian Brotherhood leaders still stationed there from the first war. The war that followed was bloody and cruel. Hitler took France, the birthplace of the Templar. At this point the key three, Winston Churchill, Harry Truman, and Vladimir Lenin, were leaders of the I.G.C. and of the three most powerful allied nations, The U.S.A, Russia, and England. Even though Lenin was a radical, and against the I.G.C.’s policies, he intended to remain on their side just long enough to get the power to challenge them, which he eventually did. The war wasn’t looking so good for the Templar, they were up against all the Ginger power in existence, they had no chance. The war soon ended, The Templars very nearly wiped out. Only a few of their trainees escaped with their lives, and a few of the ancient Templar texts. Soon Lenin broke away from the I.G.C. he and his group of Radicals called themselves the Gingarian Reformers, the rest of the world called them the Bolsheviks. The Cold war that followed was truly brutal. The secret art of tapping Ginger power to use to split atoms was stolen by spies all across the sphere of the earth, the Russians were building them by the thousands.
Soon the Cold War came to a close. It had proved to be somewhat useful! we were now in space, and well on our way to a Space colony, this time the Ginga’ would claim their land, and it would not be polluted like Canada had been.
The Rule of the Norris
Now is the Great age, the age of Chuck Norris, The Great Almighty Soul Master. Chuck Norris, TV hero, Martial Arts master, and the first practically worshiped Ginga’ in existence. The Sheer power of the Norris is shown by the average human who makes jokes about Norris, not knowing how many of those “jokes” are actually facts. Let me give a few examples:- Chuck Norris’ earwax can cure cancer
- Chuck Norris killed a rhino with it’s own horn
- If Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked you in the face, you’d have to fight off the urge to thank him. You won’t win any fight connected with Chuck Norris.
- When Chuck Norris’s time in this life was over, death came to get him, he roundhouse kicked him in his face, death is still trying to work up the courage to come back.
- Chuck Norris can win the Super Bowl Single Handedly, he already did, twice.
- Chuck Norris can cut diamond in half with his thumb.
“For The Ginga’!!!”
-- Official Scribe of the Ginga'
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