Its peaceful beauty and the respite it offers from the cares of normal life draw me to it, making me wish the valley of Imladris were real. I never realized that it- or somewhere very like it- is. And almost every night, after dinner and worship music and before the speaker.

The Etching of the Mind, Words or power; fierce or kind. Third off So is Josiah. As you know, I try to think of new ways to present topics for people to write about.

This blog is my collection of literary works! September 17, 2013. Good day to all of you! For some random reason, I wake up with a feeling that I want to start another story. I know that I should work on the ones I already started, but I got this idea from a strange dream I had actually. I hope you like it! Strangely enough, when I shared this to some of my classmates, they were scared! So, I changed some parts that I deemed too.

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one. Sorry about the long absence.

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups. Anyway, tell me what you think of it so far? A voice screaming from within. Begging just to feel again.

This is all part of a book, so I cannot post a full story without giving too much away. However, this is my theory about why they lost their powers and what happened. Then the king will definitely want to speak to you. The king was sitting on a throne made of precious jewels. He had a scepter in.

This is where I share my ramblings. Enjoy! I know I know. I promise I will be on here more than I have been in the past! August 23, 2013. Okay, so I promise I.