Young Adult

Wondering Ardor

On My Wedding Day

What Have I done?! What did I just do?!
What on this Earth ever possessed me to say I do?

What was I thinking?! I must have been out of my mind.
What a great power, this thing love, to keep me so giddy and blind.

I swore never to fall in love and I swore never to marry.
Both these vows I have broken and yet my heart is more merry.

It’s something about him that makes my heart soar.
For each time I see him I just want to be with him more.

His eyes are dark brown and speak volumes to me.
His hugs are like fuel blasting my restless soul free.

My Pride demanded of me – Just say no!
But my lonely heart cried out – Please don’t let him go.

For so long we were alone, but I liked it that way
I did what I wanted, when I wanted, and no one, but me, had a say.

But Today – that all changed, My maiden days are done.
With those two words – I do, We are now a different One.

My heart is in the air and yet my knees are on the floor.
I want to stand beside him, but my eyes are on the door.

I want to run away, I just want to flee.
I don’t want wifely duties, or any responsibilities.

But just when I think I have the courage to leave.
He smiles at me brightly, and whispers, In you I believe.

Who am I kidding? I’ve been running for so long.
And each step away I took, I knew that I was wrong.

So now I say I do, with all my heart and soul.
And I swear to you to fulfill, with love, my new role.

For only in your arms am I truly free.
And here beside you, my love, is where I long to be.

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The Journey

The Journey

Chapter 1

Prince Michael came downstairs for a snack. The sweet savor of fresh baking bread and roasting meat tantalized his senses with a sensuous allure, as he descended the stone stairway to the kitchen. He smiled when he heard laughing voices. A happy kitchen servant is a generous kitchen servant. However, he stopped short of the doorway, when he overheard them mention the king and his sons.
“Its King Rowland I feel sorry for, having the sons that he has,” came the female cockney accent. “One son is an arrogant fool and the other is a bookish weakling. He has no strength or spirit about him at all.”
Michael peeked in and saw a middle-aged woman of endomorphic proportions chopping carrots and other vegetables for the stew.
“I feel sorry for us. Even if the King chooses his son, Prince Michael, we will still live by Prince Mark’s rules. He’ll take the throne from his brother and his brother will let him have it. He’ll not protect us from Prince Mark’s fool ways.”
Looking around, he saw a young maiden in her early twenties mixing eggs and flour in a bowl.
“Stop wagging your tongues, you two, and get back to work.”
He watched the kitchen’s matron, a rather large and heavyset woman with black stringy hair; give them both a slap for gossiping about the king’s sons.
“But Alice, two sons have always boded evil. Civil war or complete conquest is the only two outcomes of such circumstances as these.” schooled Elizabeth, wiping her flour-caked hands on her apron.
Alice, the kitchen’s matron, shot Elizabeth a mean and harrowing look. “Now, you just watch your tongue. If anyone hears you talk treason like that, I’ll be looking for a new kitchen helper, and your head will be on the battlement with the others.”
Prince Michael slowly and quietly retreated away from the kitchen doorway, feeling dejected and small. He slowly walked back to his room, his hunger forgotten, his eyes teary, and his senses dull to the world. He opened the door to his room, and BAM, a sudden force nailed him to the floor. Michael screamed as his head hit the floor. A deep Persian rug was his only savior from a cracked skull. Fear and panic shook him as his unknown attacker sat upon his chest. His first thought was to scream for help. He opened his mouth, but a hand covered it and muffled his sound. Then the attacker leaned down and whispered in his ear.
“Make one sound, and I’ll cut your throat.”
Prince Michael recognized the voice and opened his eyes. His fear turned to embarrassment and shame.
“Your reaction time is slow young prince. If I had been a real attacker…” scolded Sam, as she helped him up.
“If you had been a real attacker, I would have called for my father’s guards.” stated Michael, brushing himself off and rubbing his sore head.
“You tried, remember. Besides, they’re all dead; I killed them. And now, your dead too. So, are you ready now for your lessons, your highness?”
Michael sighed heavily and skulked over to his bed. “No, Sam. I am in no mood for my daily trouncing.”
Sam laughed and there was a merry twinkle in her eyes as she watched him pass her. “Has your brother been picking on you again?”
“No. For once, he is not the cause of my unhappiness.” Michael said weakly, as he sat on the edge of his bed, with his head in his hands.
“Then what is it, your highness.” asked Sam, sitting backwards in a chair, and facing him.

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Something Wicked in the Land of Ahhs

This is a story of Five Little Friends…

Vander Vampa, who was captain of the Chess Team, was a strong and confident young tooth of seventeen years old. He was as smart as he was handsome and he always seemed to know what to do.
Wendy Witchard, who was a writer on the Yearbook Staff, was a pretty, vivacious, and an “in the know” kind of girl. She was seventeen too. She was also generous, optimistic, and enjoyed being around others. Vander was the planner of the group, but she was the doer.
Greta Ghosten, who volunteered at the Animal Care Center, was bashful, humble, and shy. However, at sixteen years old, she was starting to come out of that shell. After all, she had made friends with Wendy. But that really wasn’t very hard, Wendy was friends with everybody.
Fudo Frankenberg, who played the trumpet in the school band, had a conventional personality. He was a quiet introvert, self-controlled and practical. For a sixteen-year-old tooth, he sometimes acted like a really old man. Fudo was the responsible one.
And then there was Wyndel Wolfgram, who was on the Soccer Team. He was as about as wild as one could get without being a true menace. He was a seventeen year old tooth who was energetic and always on the go. He wasn’t rebellious, but he never let the rules stop him from having a good time. He often got his friends into trouble, but at least they could say live was never boring with him around. And so they were all friends, differences and all.

Now the town of Jaaw was a nice quiet little suburb kind of town. The streets were clean, the houses were well kept, and the people were warm and friendly.
One day, there was a terrible rumbling in the sky; like the sound of rolling thunder. It was such a new sound that everybody in the town stopped and looked up. However, instead of dark clouds from an impending storm, they saw a huge plane like a bomber dropped leaflets from overhead and onto the town. Kids and adults alike picked up the leaflets and read them.
“Come and see the Midnight Munchies Show. Mystery and fun for everyone.”
They all continued to look up and waited until the plane was out of sight. With the strange and unusual sight gone, the town returned to normal. But with still so many leaflets covering the ground, the clean up crews came out early and began to straighten up the town.
“I wonder what the mystery is?” Wendy asked. She turned the leaflet over to see if there was anymore writing on the back.
“Don’t know,” Vander shrugged. He studied and liked the picture of the Cake-like castle on the flyer. “but its sounds cool.”
“Are you going to go Wyndel?” Greta asked Wyndel bashfully. She was standing on her tiptoes and reading the flyer over Fudo’s shoulder. “Cause I’ll go if you do.”
“Sure, it sounds like fun.” Wyndel smiled. He was already making plans to go straight after school.
“Hey, Fudo.” Vander called out Vander. He looked up from his flyer to face his friend.
“Hm.” responded Fudo, who was still looking down at the flyer.
“Come and go with us to the Midnight Munchie Show.”
“Eh.” Fudo shrugged, with little interest.
Wendy laughed. Fudo was a quiet boy. He never said much at all.

The Next Day, at school, there was a special assembly program in the auditorium. All the kids laughed and talked amongst themselves until the Principal showed up.
“Alright boys and girls, settle down now.” He told them. He adjusted his glasses upon his nose and cleared his throat.
Wendy had always thought that the Principal Mr. Molar looked so studious and intelligent in his glasses that she always smiled when she saw him. Wendy noticed that the kids got quiet and she prepared to listen to what he had to say.
“Now I know that you have all heard about the Midnight Munchie Show…” he began.
At the mention of the show, all the kids started whispering amongst themselves.
“…Now now now, I know your all excited, but I must admonish you not to go.”
That got the kids to quiet down again. And a few were disgruntled “Aw man” were heard.
“I know. I know you wanted to go, but it’s dangerous. Every 10 years the midnight munchies show comes to town and every 10 years people go missing.”
“Missing?” Wendy wondered pensively. “I wonder where they go.”
“Its obvious that they join the show and never come back is all.” Vander determined. He stretched his legs and put his arms on the splat of the seat. “There’s No mystery there. Why stay here when you can see the world?”
“Then what about the mysterious disappearance of Canton Bell?” Wyndel questioned them, in a low and ominous tone of voice.
“That’s just a story.” Vander said. He put his thumb on his cheek and his knuckle to his lips as he tried to remember the exact details of the story.
“But it’s a true story.” Greta told them fearfully. She tried to hide her nervousness by looking down and twiddling her thumbs.
“Hm.” Fudo pondered. He frowned and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
Mr. Molar continued speaking and urged his students to curb their curiosity. “So please, I know your curious and I know you want to go and see the show; but don’t go. Instead, let us have a Market Festival.”
“Oh, hey that sounds like a cool idea.” One kid said aloud.
“Yeah, I’ll go to that.” Another one agreed.
“The Market Festival will feature fruits and vegetables from around the world and we will have great chefs that will show you how to prepare and cook fun and healthy dishes.”
“Yeah, festival, festival, festival.” The whole school chanted happily.
Principal Molar smiled and spoke to one of the other teachers as he exited the stage. “Wish we had thought of that sooner. We may have been able to save Canton Bell and the others.”
“Don’t worry, it was a good idea that you came up with; to counter evil with good. And we’ll do it every year from now on. We’ll never lose anyone again.” Mrs. Deerwater smiled and she gave him a comforting pat on the back.

Now that all they kids were excited about the Market Festival. They gladly worked to bring it about. They helped farmers pull up the vegetables. They helped them pick the fruits from trees and vines. Even more fruits and veggies were shipped in from around the world. The kids helped to sort, label, and carry the veggies to the Festival. Other kids helped by making signs, passing out flyers, or by building and painting stalls for the fruits and veggies to be sold. Soon news of the Market Festival was spread all over town and everyone was excited to see it.
And so, on Mouth Day, the whole town came to celebrate the Market Festival. There were games, and rides, and shows. The Jawbones sang their hit songs, including ‘My Teeth and Me’, and Greg, the Great Chef, showed off his culinary skills in greats feats of food preparation.
All day long and into the night, the entire town enjoyed good food, great music, and really fun games. And when the moon came up, fireworks lit up the night sky and ended the Market Festival. Everyone went home happy and full and ready to sleep. Everyone that is, but five curious little teeth.

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Parody of Parables


Once upon a time, a man had two sons. One son was named Jax and he liked to play the drums. The other son was Jett and he liked to play the guitar. Both sons wanted to leave home and make their own fortunes as musicians.
Their papa was a businessman and their mama was an accountant. but neither of them had a business of their own. they both worked for someone else.
One day, papa wanted to do something different. he wanted to start his own business and be his own boss. So he quit his job. Mama’s job was eliminated due to company cutbacks. So she agreed to do the accounting for Papa’s business.
“But papa, what type of business do you want to start?” Mama asked him.
“I want to sell bread and feed the people and make them happy.” Papa said.
“But papa, the Good Book says that man shall not live by bread alone.” Jax laughed.
“My son, the smart ass. ” Papa chuckled, as he smacked his son upside his head.
However, Jax just laughed it off. Then his brother Jett says.
“How about you add fish to the menu. the Good Book says that our Lord fed the people with fishes and loaves.”
“Yeah, papa,” Jax piped in. “The harbor is only three miles from here. Me and Jett can go fishing every morning, while you and mama make the bread.”
“That’s a marvelous idea. Mama, thank you. You gave me such smart boys. ” Papa laughed happily.
“And then when you and mama are settled Jax and I can leave home and become musicians. ” Jett said.
Papa frowned. “Mama, your boys betray me.”
“Oh, so now they are my boys.” Mama chuckled sarcastically.

And so, that’s what they did. Papa used his savings and brought a shop. Mama pulled her grandmother’s cookbook out and found and excellent recipe for bread. And every day, the boys went out to go fishing and brought home fish.

However, it took them over a year to find a recipe for the fish that people like to eat. Then it took two more years for the business to get onto its feet and have a steady stream of customers to make ends meet. It took four more years of hard work for the business to bloom.

When the boys were sure that their parent were well off and no longer needed them, they Jax home and went their separate ways. but try as they might neither of them could make it on his own. No matter what band they joined the band would always break up and fall apart due to fights and artistic differences.

So after four years of failure, the boys finally gave up and returned home. However, they didn’t go alone. They took with them all the lessons and experiences that they had learned with them.

Their papa greeted them warmly and their mother fed the well.
“Papa we are failures.” Jax sulked.
“None of the bands that we joined could stay together.” Jett complained.
“Then why don’t you two create your own band and play together.” Mama suggested.
“That’s a great idea mama.” Papa smiled. “And they can play here. Beautiful music may draw more customers and create a lovely eating experience.”
“Play together?” Both boys gawked.
“But I wanted to be a rock star, travel the world, and meet girls.” Jax said proudly.
“Me too.” Jett added. “I wanted to be a virtuoso. People would come from all over to hear me play.”
“What? Meet girls? Don’t we have nice girls here?” Papa asked, with indignation.
“Eh.” Both boys shrugged.
“Come on now, you will play for your mama and papa.” Mama said with a smile.
“OK.” The boys agreed.
So the boys formed their own band and played wonderful music for their parents while they worked. They played so well together that more and more people came to hear them play.
“Oh yes, come in. Jett this way.” Papa offered, showing yet another couple to their seats. “Mama, we have two more for dinner.”
Pretty soon, the little restaurant was full, but more people were waiting outside just to get in.
“Wow, that music is really great.”
“Yeah, I don’t even mind waiting for dinner as long as I can listen to them play.”
“Excuse me sir, ” a beautiful young lady began. “It’s a warm night out, why not put some tables outside? if you leave the door open and windows open, not only can people enjoy a great meal, but they can still hear the charming music.”
Papa smiled at her. “That is a grand idea, young lady. Boys! Bring me more tables!” Papa requested.
Both boys smiled at the young lady as they moved more tables and chairs outside.
“She’s mine.” Jax declared with a grin.
“No way.” Jett said with an equally cheerful smile. “I saw her first.”

The young lady laughed at them both as they fought over her. “Tell you what, my sisters and I can help you out if you wish. After all, I think you’re going to need more waitresses.” She pointed, indicating that the line of people waiting for food had just gotten longer.

“We like! We like!” The boys exclaimed.
Papa just shook his head and groaned. “Mama, we have raised little wolves.”
“Let me go and get my sisters. I’ll be Jett back.”
“Um, how many sisters do you have?” Jett Asked.
“Because we would gladly marry all of you.” Jax added, with a wicked leer.
Papa slapped his sons and scolded his boys. “No sons of mine are going to be polygamists.”
The girl just laughed at them more as the boys’ papa disciplined his boys. “There are three of us. My sister UP is twenty-one and a college grad. There’s me. Mine name is Kimi and I’m just entering college. And then there is my little sister Saffie. She’s twelve.”
“Perfect.” Papa smiled. “You and your sisters are just perfect.”
“Boys!” Mama, called out.
“Yes, Mama.”
“Time for you boys to play. The customers would like to hear something romantic on this warm summer’s evening.”
“Sure Mama.” They smiled as they watched Kimi walk home. “We are feeling very romantics right now. Right Jax.”
“Definitely.” Jax agreed.
Papa just rolled his eyes at them as they picked up their instruments and played waltzes and tangos.
“You two are very bad boys.” he chuckled.

So Kimi went home and got her sisters. They were more than delighted to help and earn extra money. So Jean and Kimi became waitresses and little Saffie was taught to cook by mama.

In time, the boys married the two older sisters and they each had three children. Mama and Papa retired from cooking and waiting on tables and just kept the books.

Jax and Jett went fishing every day and played music every night. The two older girls Jean and Kimi greeted and waited on the guests. While their youngest sister Saffie ran the kitchen. Jax and Jean’s children were Baz, Kassy, and Ngai. Jett and Kimi’s children were Halwyn, Pipra, and Marva.
Baz, Halwyn, and Pipra worked in the kitchen. Ngai and Kassy cleaned tables, and Marva took out the trash. But Pipra, Kassy, and Marva also became musicians like their fathers and sometimes played music with their fathers when they played for the customers.

Each person used his or her talents to make the family business grow and prosper. And that is the story of Fishes, Loaves, and Family.

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Of Plays, Pals, and Pointless Mayhem – Paperback


It had all started with a flippant comment. Rachel didn’t know it yet, but she was about to be catapulted into the world of theatre and plays. It was a chilly spring day and the rain kept most of the students indoors. Some were in the cafeteria, eating, laughing, and making plans for the weekend. Some were in their dorms, sleeping their days away or playing computer games. Some were in the library, trying hard to improve their grades, and some were looking at the summer job board.
Paul stood outside the Drama building reading the job listings. He wanted so much to be a part of the theater world. But not just part of it, someday, he wanted to be the toast of the town. Rachel stood just beside him, leaning against the wall with folded arms, as she waited for him. Rachel, on the other hand, had no interest in the world of theater. She was only here to support him.
“Rache’, you should try this,” Paul said, as he pointed to a flyer on the Drama building door.
“What? A story-writing competition? What would I do that for?” Rachel asked, as she cocked her head and examined the flyer closer. “Writings your gig, not mine. Besides it’s for the drama director Frank McPherson.”
“Why wouldn’t you? Are you chicken? Come on, I double dog dare you.”
“Ha ha ha, you double dog dare me? Come on…” Rachel scoffed, as she walked away.
“Come on nothing. You tell great stories.” Paul laughed, as he took down the information.
Rachel gave it some thought and discovered there was no reason she shouldn’t. She hadn’t a bat’s chance in hell of winning any way. At most it would be a great gag for her and her friends to laugh about. She might even show it to Amanda back in their dorm room. Amanda had a mind to get a summer job working for Mr. McPherson too.
“Alright, I’ll do it; but don’t laugh at me when I fail, Paul. Or I will break your face.”
“Heh, I know the consequences for,” Paul leaned back and covered his mouth in a slow dramatic silent scream. “Daring to laugh at the great Rachel Washington.”
“Oh, shut up.” chuckled Rachel, snatching the information requirements from Paul’s hands.
That was how it had all started. It began with an almost ignored opportunity for greatness. And it would end with an unknown insult that wouldn’t be forgotten.

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Lost in the Snow

Chapter 1

It was a bleak and snowy night. The dark blue clouds hid the moon from sight, and there was no light at all to light the night, much less the road she was on. The snow fell in a tumultuous flurry; just two degrees shy from a full-blown blizzard. Jessie thought she could make it home before it got bad, but now she could barely see the road before her. The wipers were beating furiously, trying to keep the windshield clean, and the headlights tried to cut through the darkness, but to no avail. Jessie was driving blind.
She was only doing about 15 mph, but you’d have thought she was driving at the Grand Prix because of how she gripped the wheel. It was all she could do to keep the car on the road. The long stretch of hardened tar was slick with ice and buried under a foot of snow. The strain of her muscles as she gripped the wheel and the adrenaline that was pushing her forward to find her way home made her temperature rise, and her head hurt with strain. Her anger, frustration, confusion, and concentration just added to the throbbing in her head.
“I’m lost. I know I am. I can’t see a thing. I must have missed a turn back there. God, where in the world am I?” Jessie wondered in dread.
Jessie was beginning to have that sinking feeling you get when you know that you’re in deep trouble and have no idea how to get out. Her stomach was in knots, and the stress of worry and fear only made her feel sicker. All of a sudden, she saw a deer—no, that was a buck, at least 8 points. Jessie slammed on the breaks, and she skidded across the ice, sending her car into a rotating spin and off the road.
“Oh Crap, Oh crap, Oh crap!!!”
Immediately, every muscle in her body clenched and braced for impact. Jessie hit a downed tree, and her head bounced off the steering wheel. Her car flipped over and tumbled down the mountain. The car went on rolling, rolling, and more rolling. Jessie should have been scared. She should have been screaming, but her head hit the steering wheel when the car flipped, and she was unconscious. The only thing that Jessie could feel was the sensation of falling, and then…everything came to a dead stop.

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Good Habits to Have

Be Proactive. Don’t wait for things to get worse. Look for ways to head off trouble before it comes. Always seek ways to make things better. Read “Who Moved My Cheese” by Spencer Johnson.

Spend less than you earn. If you only make $1500, then do NOT spend $2000. You will never get out of the money pit that you
have dug for yourself.

Keep everything as simple as possible. Never try to get the most expensive of anything. Whether it is a house, a car, a watch, etc. The most basic will do its mission just fine, until you can afford to
buy better with cash. Trying to keep up with the Jones without the Jones’ money will only get you deeper and deeper into debt.

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Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock

Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock

19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.
20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
21 To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.
22 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.
Revelations 3:19-22 KJV

Jesus is waiting for us to open our hearts to him and his teachings. When I was a child, my Sunday school teacher explained that just as your friends will ring your doorbell when they visit, and you can choose whether or not to let them in; you can also choose whether or not to live for God. Jesus never forced anyone to obey him. He never forced anyone to do anything that they didn’t want to do. You have a choice, just as people in the bible had a choice. They either chose to believe Jesus and listen to him or they chose to ignore him, and their lives remained unchanged.

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Basics of Christianity

The 23rd Psalm

Psalm 23:1-6
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

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60 Christian Traits


Having strong belief or full assurance that what I say or do will benefit me and more importantly it will benefit others.

Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

David Fights Goliath
1 Samuel 17:26, 45-47

26 David asked the men standing near him, “What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and removes this disgrace from Israel? Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?”
45 David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.
46 This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel.
47 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”
Are you a confident person? Have you ever been afraid to do something, but did it anyway? Have you ever been on an airplane or a boat out at sea? Have you ever stood up to a bully to protect someone else? Have you ever traveled away from home to go somewhere that you’ve never been before? Have you ever given a bible study to someone?

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