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My last first day of Middle School, dreading each moment, each minute, and each second of 8th grade. Hi, I'm Jenny and you must be wondering why I'm not overly excited like the rest of my class. Well, can I let you in on a secret? I'm actually a twin. And no that is not why I'm worried! My twin, Bradley, and I have kept secrets between each other practically since we were in the womb. I can't begin to express how close we...
By the time I step outside, the leaves are on fire. Panting, I run straight past the pile of leaves that had, only moments before, been a symbol of fall and new beginnings.
I run straight past the hot dog cart that has been there ever since I can remember. My mom used to bring me here as a kid. We were happy then- but that was before. Now, in place of the friendly older man who promises a smile with every sal...
The stable hand wept. He cried for his helplessness, he grieved for his inaction, and with all his heart he lamented her. For a week he had isolated himself in the horse barn to mourn with nothing to sustain him but trough water. His Lord Master had told him again and again that it was out of his hands and there was nothing anyone could have done to stop it. He also warned that the young man better return to tending to h...
The Fall Project
The previous fall, Gladys Southers had missed out because she had fallen and broken a hip. This meant, missing out on Halloween. Out of all the holidays, she loved the creepy day the best. She remembered as a young girl, the excitement of picking out a costume and running up and down the streets gathering a pillow case full of candy.
As an adult, she ju...
The journey of the snowbird is the story of the winter birds by the name of Dark- eyed Junco commonly known as the snowbird. These birds migrates every year when it's winter time from their homes in Canada to the southern United States in winter, because winter is there favourite season of the year.
Though the snowbirds love winter, and they have to travel every year for winter from their homes in Canada to southe...
The leaves were on fire with all the reds, oranges, and yellows! I was walking by the coffee shop with leaves falling left and right. I saw a big bright red and orange poster, it had 3 drinks on it. The drinks looked delicious, there was an iced coffee, a latte, and a new drink I had never heard of. It was a chocolate drizzle coffee, it was a light milky color, it had foam on the top, and a thin chocolate drizzle on top....
"I think it's sweet." peyton said suddenly out of the blue. "what is?!" I asked anxiously and curiously. "that your family takes care of the apple orchard in town." He answered while examining a pink lady apple. "oh." I let my shoulders drop in disappointment. We continued picking apples quietly for a bit, but then I had the urge to break the silence. "I am thankful really.""who said you weren't?" silence. "you must think this is funny don't you?""what's...
As I stepped outside I could see the leaves on fire in colors. Red, orange, yellow and brown all twirling on the ground . I thought to myself Lord I feel laughter with you . The twirling leave that dance in a ballet of joy surly remind me of how you cheer me up in this season. A season of giving of joy from the heart. Gifts reflecting laughter to the receiver and most surly joy from the giver. I use to cry because I had ...
“Give that back, Zia! I called dibs on that apple!”
“ But I’m hungry! Besides I picked it from the tree first!” she yelled jumping off the tree and landing clumsily on the grass.
“Zia,” he gritted his teeth, trying not to cuss, “ my sweet little sister, I’m the one carrying our load of clothes on my back remember? I’m the one carrying you when you tire! And..and I haven’t eaten anything since that night...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Joni was at a fall retreat for her church woman's group. She was late for the bonfire because they had just had a Bible study and it so moved her to talk to God. They had been talking in the Bible study about the power of the tongue. She had been struggling with this for quite sometime. Every time she had called her mother on the phone, her mother would talk down ab...
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in it’s perfect power.”--Maya Angelou
It was raining hard in October. I wasn’t very surprised after all, it was the beginning of fall or Autumn and rain is supposed to be a normal thing for this time of the year. But, it had been a long time since rain fell from the sky in any month. I was excited and didn’t even use my umbrella as I wal...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I walked right to the corner in the courtyard of my neighbour Carlos. He was standing close to the collection he had made of the dry leaves. He had set fire to them and was warming himself at that fire. It was a chilly evening. I too stepped close to him and said, "Hi Carlos! Nice fire!"
"Yeah it is Bro. How's you...
Inside the golden garden, through grass green and good, two perfect figures walked, the first, a tall, slender man with skin white and soft as the dancing clouds high above. His arms stretched all the way down to the bucket he carried, no doubt for apples, but as with everything inside these walls, the bucket did not cause him strife. Beside him, walked the second figure, a woman with hair so fair and golden that even th...
“Sirenia, wake up Darling,” said Mother as she tries to rouse me from my sleep.
“No, go away Mother,” I moan from underneath my nice soft comforter.
“Sweetheart, I need you to wake up. I know it's early but it's your 18th birthday and I ha...
Christians are stuck in the already-but not yet…Our future is secure, yet we still toil in this world.
She opened her eyes and looked around the room. The light is all wrong and the room is, what is it? It’s like it’s pretending, like it’s staged. She saw her husband emerge from the bathroom.
“Are you going in late today?” he said, with a strange look on his face. She wanted to le...
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