December 2010
November 2010
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this KINGDOM
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List of People Who Disappeared Mysteriously. →
onehundreddollars:
This is a list of people who mysteriously disappeared, and whose current whereabouts are unknown or whose deaths are not substantiated, as well as a few cases of people whose disappearance was notable and remained mysterious for a long time, but was eventually explained.
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Young Vessels of Their Own Time
a poem by Lauren Parker
See far away from the clock A lighthouse shining bright, Free the ships from their rusted dock Alone, the ocean of time in sight.
Sail forth young vessel, sail Find treasures of the sea and foam, Prepare against foreshadowing wind and sea Remind yourself of past and home.
Through stress and strain your oars grow strong You fight and fight and fight Do gain experience of...
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NO SCHOOL TOMORROW
NO SCHOOL TOMORROW
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from four twenty to six twenty I shall be writing. I’ve finally decided upon a novel, but sadly it will have to wait, for a tribute of sorts has now worked out. It is a tribute to my family. And I’m not talking about my biological family.
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All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened...
– Ernest Hemingway (via aplacecalledfreedom)
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
– Eleanor Roosevelt (via distances)
Get rid or all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with...
– Ephesians 4:31-32
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Unusual words →
basorexia: an overwhelming desire to neck or kiss. lygerastia: the condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out. brontide: the low rumbling of distant thunder. dactylion: the tip of a middle finger. nudiustertian: pertaining to the day before yesterday. gargalesthesia: the sensation caused by tickling. petrichor: the smell of rain on dry ground. dendolatry: worship of trees....
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The eight hour layover is about to come to a close. All my homework that I could do without parental assistance is completed and I’m sick of sitting in this seat. Eight hours. But I am hoping that I will (possibly maybe hopefully) write some of my novel on the five hour airplane ride.
The one thing I’m scared of happening is that once I get back home and get back to normality...
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There are no words to express how amazing this day...
And I feel that despite the past, something great is going to come from this. My hands ache from the endless plucking at ticking keys and grasping splintered pencils and ink blotted pens. My ears burn every moment the cold hits or the warmth overcomes. They burn from the words and the provoking thoughts escaping from the fountains of those much wiser. My feet are numb from endless walking, endless...
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the...
– Saint Thomas Aquinas
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Today during my fiction lab the teacher, Mr. Tom Davis, used Twilight as an example of bad writing. Oh yeah.
(He explained that it was poorly written but had a good story, which is the reason why it is so popular.)
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Greetings from the writer’s conference! I finally have internet. Just to let you know. It was a very exciting accomplishment for me (although I did nothing). I even did a happy dance in my room.
Okay that is all.
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In The Airport
Well we’re finally in the airport. All that’s left to do is wait. There are so many interesting people sitting around. I wonder what their stories are, what brought them here, where they’re going. I wish I could read people’s minds so that I could peek a glimpse into their daily routine and the greater picture of their life. I wonder what the lady with the red hair and...
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I’m about to start packing for my trip to a writer’s conference in New Mexico. New songs have been downloaded to my ipod, my stash of cheese is overflowing, my story is written, I have it in my mind to pack extra batteries for my camera (oh yeah I’m taking indie photographs in the airplane!), and my passport that holds my baby picture is somewhere in this house … good thing...
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History of the Trees
THE HISTORY OF THE TREES
a short story by Lauren Parker
You knew that one day you would have to face the world.
All around you the crude wooden walls are beginning to rot and fall away; down, down towards the earth where they first saw the brilliant light of day. Your old home can’t shelter you forever and you know it. Even as a child, in the back of your mind you knew what you would have...
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don’t...
– Love, Stargirl (via seizethesav)
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You know what makes me sad and kind of angry? When people ridicule and persecute and put down Christians.
Okay, true, a lot of people who claim to love Jesus really don’t, but stereotyping every single Christian because of the hypocrites isn’t cool.
It’s sad that there’s so much hate in the world. The Jesus in the Bible isn’t about hate. The Jesus in the Bible hung...