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~Storyteller
On The Breeze Away
You don't know if you'll live, to see another day,
Your wishes came and went, flew on the breeze away,
Your dreams have come and gone, out the window far,
How could you have thought you could wish on a star?
On the breeze away--blowing towards the sea,
You wonder--very faintly--does God see me?
On the breeze away--falling in the stars above,
Looking, yearning, for Jesus' rescue dove.
Your life seems weary, full of suffering and pain,
And you wonder quietly--am I even really sane?
The pain is unbearable, the aloneness complete,
When will it come, the two ends coming to meet?
On the breeze away--flying towards the trees,
Whistling loudly, whistling through the leaves,
On the breeze away--down inside of you,
Listening intently, for God's dove's coo.
Emotions well up inside of you, bubbling to the top,
The visions keep on coming, but you beg them to stop.
You don't need to be reminded, every single day,
Of the time your wishes, went on the breeze away.
On the breeze away--your wishes disappear,
All of your dreams, that you held so dear.
On the breeze away--they have become complete,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
The magic carpet underneath you, being pulled away,
You wish you could back, and change the things of today,
But what if nothing happened? If it was for naught?
If you cannot remember what your dear Savior taught?
On the breeze away--your wishes fade away,
Going back to the time when you wished for today,
On the breeze away--like a dull white sheet,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
~Storyteller
Your wishes came and went, flew on the breeze away,
Your dreams have come and gone, out the window far,
How could you have thought you could wish on a star?
On the breeze away--blowing towards the sea,
You wonder--very faintly--does God see me?
On the breeze away--falling in the stars above,
Looking, yearning, for Jesus' rescue dove.
Your life seems weary, full of suffering and pain,
And you wonder quietly--am I even really sane?
The pain is unbearable, the aloneness complete,
When will it come, the two ends coming to meet?
On the breeze away--flying towards the trees,
Whistling loudly, whistling through the leaves,
On the breeze away--down inside of you,
Listening intently, for God's dove's coo.
Emotions well up inside of you, bubbling to the top,
The visions keep on coming, but you beg them to stop.
You don't need to be reminded, every single day,
Of the time your wishes, went on the breeze away.
On the breeze away--your wishes disappear,
All of your dreams, that you held so dear.
On the breeze away--they have become complete,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
The magic carpet underneath you, being pulled away,
You wish you could back, and change the things of today,
But what if nothing happened? If it was for naught?
If you cannot remember what your dear Savior taught?
On the breeze away--your wishes fade away,
Going back to the time when you wished for today,
On the breeze away--like a dull white sheet,
Blowing where the crossroads come together and meet.
~Storyteller
4th of July
I woke with a start. Sunlight streamed in through the window. I could hear the sound of cooking and talking going on downstairs. Wonderful smells wafted in through my open bedroom door. The door creaked as a head poked itself in. My younger twin brothers, Georgie and Danny, grinned at me mischievously.
"What're you guys doing?" I laughed, getting out of bed and swinging my pajama-d legs out of the grabbing covers. "Argh!!!!" They squealed and I chased them into the hallway and all the way down to their rooms. I laughed so hard I nearly snorted.
Then I ran back into my room. I closed the door and locked it, glancing at my calendar while I was at it. I knew today was the day circled--the 4th of July, the best day of the year! I smiled to myself and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of raggedy shorts before running out of the room and down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom!" I grinned, running into the kitchen.
"Megan," Mom started, hands quickly shaking pieces of chicken in a bag full of flour and spices, "can you please...?" she beckoned with her head towards the pile of dishes that was starting to stack up.
I only grinned and got my hands soapy. After the dishes were done, I helped Mom take the corn out of the oven and set it next to the huge tub of mashed potatoes. Georgie and Danny were eyeing the huge watermelon sitting on the counter by the huge knife, licking their lips. I glared playfully at them and shooed them out of the kitchen.
"Mercy me, Megan!" Mom burst as we got the last of the food ready. "Your hair! You haven't even brushed it!"
"Mommm..." I groaned.
She glared and plopped me down. My brothers watched all-too-eagerly as Mom pulled at the unruly frizzies and curls of my brown hair and then pulled it into a managable ponytail.
"Mom," I pleaded, "we're going to be late! You know that everybody's probably already at the house! And where's Dad?"
"He went up early," Mom explained. "Grandpa needed some help setting up tables."
After my hair ordeal was done, my older sister, Darcy, had finally woken up. My teenager sister helped Mom and I get the food into the minivan and made sure that the boys didn't even try touching the cans of pop waiting in piles of ice in the cooler. We all piled into the van and then sped up the road towards our grandparents house.
The huge multitude of cars signaled that the whole family had arrived, including the people who'd been invited from the church and the family who'd gathered from as far away as California (if we lived there, we'd definitely not try and make the trip to Indiana).
"Hurry!" squealed Danny. "Hank's already there!"
Hank was my year older cousin, and my twin brothers' favorite cousin. Mostly because he was so tall they could climb all over him like a jungle-gym. We all hopped out, the boys taking the lead and Mom, Darcy, and I with the food and cooler, towards the big victorian house. Smells of delicious food and laughter wafted out from inside the house. There were already lots of people outside, too, some dawdling around the huge tables spread out far and wide on the big green lawn, some on the porch, sitting in chairs and the porch-swings, and even some of the spryer folk up in the big trees that dotted Grandpa's property like huge pieces of broccoli.
We got the food inside as the boys plagued Hank for piggy-back rides. Dad was talking animatedly with his brother, Uncle Matt. They were laughing so hard and Aunt Marie, Matt's wife, was so red, I had to say that they were talking about the time Marie and Matt first met.
"Megan! Darcy! Laney!" Grandma smiled warmly at us as we entered the crowded kitchen.
She took the food and cooler from our hands and told us to enjoy ourselves. Darcy and I fled to the cousins, sometimes this being the first time we'd seen them since the last 4th of July. Finally, Grandpa called us all out onto the big lawn were all the tables were. A huge table was piled high with delicious looking and smelling food.
"Time to sing the Appleseed Song!" he announced.
We all joined our hands in a huge ring that would've stretched all the way around the huge house at least twice. Then, with voices raised, we started our annual song.
"What're you guys doing?" I laughed, getting out of bed and swinging my pajama-d legs out of the grabbing covers. "Argh!!!!" They squealed and I chased them into the hallway and all the way down to their rooms. I laughed so hard I nearly snorted.
Then I ran back into my room. I closed the door and locked it, glancing at my calendar while I was at it. I knew today was the day circled--the 4th of July, the best day of the year! I smiled to myself and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of raggedy shorts before running out of the room and down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom!" I grinned, running into the kitchen.
"Megan," Mom started, hands quickly shaking pieces of chicken in a bag full of flour and spices, "can you please...?" she beckoned with her head towards the pile of dishes that was starting to stack up.
I only grinned and got my hands soapy. After the dishes were done, I helped Mom take the corn out of the oven and set it next to the huge tub of mashed potatoes. Georgie and Danny were eyeing the huge watermelon sitting on the counter by the huge knife, licking their lips. I glared playfully at them and shooed them out of the kitchen.
"Mercy me, Megan!" Mom burst as we got the last of the food ready. "Your hair! You haven't even brushed it!"
"Mommm..." I groaned.
She glared and plopped me down. My brothers watched all-too-eagerly as Mom pulled at the unruly frizzies and curls of my brown hair and then pulled it into a managable ponytail.
"Mom," I pleaded, "we're going to be late! You know that everybody's probably already at the house! And where's Dad?"
"He went up early," Mom explained. "Grandpa needed some help setting up tables."
After my hair ordeal was done, my older sister, Darcy, had finally woken up. My teenager sister helped Mom and I get the food into the minivan and made sure that the boys didn't even try touching the cans of pop waiting in piles of ice in the cooler. We all piled into the van and then sped up the road towards our grandparents house.
The huge multitude of cars signaled that the whole family had arrived, including the people who'd been invited from the church and the family who'd gathered from as far away as California (if we lived there, we'd definitely not try and make the trip to Indiana).
"Hurry!" squealed Danny. "Hank's already there!"
Hank was my year older cousin, and my twin brothers' favorite cousin. Mostly because he was so tall they could climb all over him like a jungle-gym. We all hopped out, the boys taking the lead and Mom, Darcy, and I with the food and cooler, towards the big victorian house. Smells of delicious food and laughter wafted out from inside the house. There were already lots of people outside, too, some dawdling around the huge tables spread out far and wide on the big green lawn, some on the porch, sitting in chairs and the porch-swings, and even some of the spryer folk up in the big trees that dotted Grandpa's property like huge pieces of broccoli.
We got the food inside as the boys plagued Hank for piggy-back rides. Dad was talking animatedly with his brother, Uncle Matt. They were laughing so hard and Aunt Marie, Matt's wife, was so red, I had to say that they were talking about the time Marie and Matt first met.
"Megan! Darcy! Laney!" Grandma smiled warmly at us as we entered the crowded kitchen.
She took the food and cooler from our hands and told us to enjoy ourselves. Darcy and I fled to the cousins, sometimes this being the first time we'd seen them since the last 4th of July. Finally, Grandpa called us all out onto the big lawn were all the tables were. A huge table was piled high with delicious looking and smelling food.
"Time to sing the Appleseed Song!" he announced.
We all joined our hands in a huge ring that would've stretched all the way around the huge house at least twice. Then, with voices raised, we started our annual song.
"Oh...!
The Lord is good to me,
And so I thank the Lord,
For giving me, the things I need,
The sun and the rain and the appleseed,
The Lord is good to me.
Amen. Amen. Amen, amen, amen.
Ahhhhhh-men."
We all laughed and smiled, and then Grandpa prayed. We all pounced on the food like hungry tigers. After we'd finished there were lots of games, and then we were all off to the Bluff where we'd watch the town's fireworks. They were amazing, as always.
And then we were heading back home. As I snuggled into the covers, I couldn't help but think that this was the most perfect 4th of July of all.
Misty Lake Picture
Bye!
~Storyteller
The Green-eyed Girl Prophecy
Land of fairy lanterns, glowing in the trees,
The turning, frothing waves of the seas,
Waterfalls that tumble from mountains high,
Wizard fireworks exploding up in the sky.
Waterfalls tumbling from the mountains tall,
The magical unicorn in the palace stall,
Auras bright with the nature of their worth,
Mushrooms glowing at the baby's birth.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon the sails of the ship shall unfurl,
Her destiny shall ride on an eagle's wing,
As her heart the fairies come and sing.
Palace tiles of ornate design,
They shall soon be mine,
As the wizard, evil, he shall come,
Destroying the good of some.
But the girl's destiny, the prophecy of green,
Look for the child, for she has seen,
What shall come in the future far,
Following the unmoving blue star.
Swords clashing, arrows flying,
Elves fighting, fairies dying,
Green-eyed protectors may have been,
But know they're lost to the Glen.
Hide now, girl of prophecy,
For soon you shall see,
That your end will otherwise come,
And you will be of the dead some.
So off she fled, into the countryside,
Where others have come and died,
She flew on the wings of eagles soared,
Running from the evil lord.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon her fate, the ship's sail unfurl,
She'll run faraway, off into the blue sky,
On the wings of eagles, away she'll fly.
~Storyteller
The turning, frothing waves of the seas,
Waterfalls that tumble from mountains high,
Wizard fireworks exploding up in the sky.
Waterfalls tumbling from the mountains tall,
The magical unicorn in the palace stall,
Auras bright with the nature of their worth,
Mushrooms glowing at the baby's birth.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon the sails of the ship shall unfurl,
Her destiny shall ride on an eagle's wing,
As her heart the fairies come and sing.
Palace tiles of ornate design,
They shall soon be mine,
As the wizard, evil, he shall come,
Destroying the good of some.
But the girl's destiny, the prophecy of green,
Look for the child, for she has seen,
What shall come in the future far,
Following the unmoving blue star.
Swords clashing, arrows flying,
Elves fighting, fairies dying,
Green-eyed protectors may have been,
But know they're lost to the Glen.
Hide now, girl of prophecy,
For soon you shall see,
That your end will otherwise come,
And you will be of the dead some.
So off she fled, into the countryside,
Where others have come and died,
She flew on the wings of eagles soared,
Running from the evil lord.
The child of legends, the green-eyed girl,
Soon her fate, the ship's sail unfurl,
She'll run faraway, off into the blue sky,
On the wings of eagles, away she'll fly.
~Storyteller
Story Contests
Hey, guys!
Like story contests and writing? There's another writing contest on both my blogs, Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you guys entered in both of them!*
Bye!
~Storyteller
*Rules apply
Like story contests and writing? There's another writing contest on both my blogs, Dragonmaster and Rubberboot Girl. I'd love it if you guys entered in both of them!*
Bye!
~Storyteller
*Rules apply
Contest Winner--Piano Bookworm!
Hey, guys! I don't know if any of you saw the thing about the Writing Contest, but Piano Bookworm did! Unfortunately, she was the only one who entered. I'd love it if a whole bunch of you guys did! But, for Piano's outstanding effort, she's won! Her story's posted below!
He was hot. The burning sun battered his face as he lay on the ground. Today was the third day he had been without food or water, and it was beginning to show. His throat was parched, and he had hardly enough strength to stand.
He moved under a tree to get some relief from the sun, and that was when he heard it: a low cry. It was almost like the whining of a puppy that thinks it's in trouble. Usually he would have ignored it, but today he was feeling sorry for anyone who was crying. He would be crying if he had any water to moisten his mouth.
He walked over to the log that the sound seemed to be coming from. Behind it was a little girl, maybe two or three years old,sitting on the ground and crying. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
She shook her head and kept crying. "Are you lost? Do you want me to help you find your home?" he asked once more.
"Uh huh," she gulped, and stopped crying. Getting up, she held out her arms to be picked up by him. He warily tried to pick her up, but he was too weak. He set her down, and she started crying again.
"Will you stay here?" he asked her. "I'll go get help." He started walking away, but she wailed louder and ran after him.
Finally he just held her hand and started walking. In about half an hour, they reached a house. It took longer than it would have, since he had to keep stopping and resting. He walked in the front door and nearly ran into a woman who was standing there. She looked at him, gave a gasp, and hugged him, scolding him as she did so. "Where have you been, you naughty boy? We were worried sick! You..."
"Mom," he protested. "Wait. Here's a girl I found out there. I think she's lost."
His mom looked at him closely. "What girl?"
He looked down at his hand. She was still there. She looked at him and smiled. "she's right here. Don't you see her?"
His mom shook her head. "There's no girl." He looked down at her again, and she was gone.
the next day his friend said to him :" Boy, maybe I shouldn't have dared you to do that. YOu look really weak."
He shrugged. "I don't know. But I think God brought me home."
Hope you guys enjoyed!
~Storyteller
He was hot. The burning sun battered his face as he lay on the ground. Today was the third day he had been without food or water, and it was beginning to show. His throat was parched, and he had hardly enough strength to stand.
He moved under a tree to get some relief from the sun, and that was when he heard it: a low cry. It was almost like the whining of a puppy that thinks it's in trouble. Usually he would have ignored it, but today he was feeling sorry for anyone who was crying. He would be crying if he had any water to moisten his mouth.
He walked over to the log that the sound seemed to be coming from. Behind it was a little girl, maybe two or three years old,sitting on the ground and crying. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
She shook her head and kept crying. "Are you lost? Do you want me to help you find your home?" he asked once more.
"Uh huh," she gulped, and stopped crying. Getting up, she held out her arms to be picked up by him. He warily tried to pick her up, but he was too weak. He set her down, and she started crying again.
"Will you stay here?" he asked her. "I'll go get help." He started walking away, but she wailed louder and ran after him.
Finally he just held her hand and started walking. In about half an hour, they reached a house. It took longer than it would have, since he had to keep stopping and resting. He walked in the front door and nearly ran into a woman who was standing there. She looked at him, gave a gasp, and hugged him, scolding him as she did so. "Where have you been, you naughty boy? We were worried sick! You..."
"Mom," he protested. "Wait. Here's a girl I found out there. I think she's lost."
His mom looked at him closely. "What girl?"
He looked down at his hand. She was still there. She looked at him and smiled. "she's right here. Don't you see her?"
His mom shook her head. "There's no girl." He looked down at her again, and she was gone.
the next day his friend said to him :" Boy, maybe I shouldn't have dared you to do that. YOu look really weak."
He shrugged. "I don't know. But I think God brought me home."
Hope you guys enjoyed!
~Storyteller
Fire Update
Fire update: another fire has started by our house. The fire hasn't gotten any closer to our house. So far there has been at least one fire-related death, four people mission, and two people injured (that I know of, at least). We appreciate your prayers!
~Storyteller
~Storyteller
Book review--The Forests of Silence
Book review--The Forests of Silence
Author: Emily Rodda
Series: Deltora Quest
Rating: 2/3
Category: fantasy
Want a series that's a little bit shorter than per usual but keeps your interest just the same? Then The Forests of Silence, the first book in the series Deltora Quest, is for you! The series, so far, follows the quest of Lief, Barda, and Jasmine as they search for the stones that go to the infamous Deltora belt. (ask parents as always)
Happy reading!
~Storyteller
Author: Emily Rodda
Series: Deltora Quest
Rating: 2/3
Category: fantasy
Want a series that's a little bit shorter than per usual but keeps your interest just the same? Then The Forests of Silence, the first book in the series Deltora Quest, is for you! The series, so far, follows the quest of Lief, Barda, and Jasmine as they search for the stones that go to the infamous Deltora belt. (ask parents as always)
Happy reading!
~Storyteller
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