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The Secret to Good Writing. Have I ever told you I have an obsession with fairy tale retellings? Because I do. A tale told time and time again. Do you still love it? Beauty and the Beast.

Just a dreamer trying to depict the light beyond the clouds. People are infinitely more important. The lovely Victoria over at A Gathering of Dreams.

Where tales are told in the moonlight. On blogs I follow before, and it looks like a really great writing exercise, so I have decided to hop into the wagon and join the party. yeah, you get the point. 3 Do they fight? Plainly speaking.

Though Light is near, from us it can seem far. Chaos would take hold upon us if not. For our very last grain of sanity. At times it seems it does have such a spot. As we would fall to pride and vanity. When what we want would stray from His command. Yet even so He sent for us His Son.

Imagination is a gift from the One who imagined it. So last week was VBS week for my church. Which explains why I am satisfied and exhausted beyond belief at the same time. Well, two can play at this game. I am quite astounded with the girls.

The cool, crisp Switzerland air was pleasant, and the sun shone bright. John stood at attention with the rest of his team, clad in their dress blues. They were still exhausted, only barely beginning to recover, but the formality of the event kept them alert. Backing away, he signaled for them to be at ease. And, finally, we ascribe to Colonel Ralph Alton the Purple Heart, for his courageous sacrifice. There was a traitor in their midst, and John knew he had to find him.

Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground. Fei-Cheng A nine year old boy who narrates the story about his life growing up. Symbol of the narcissus flower symbolizing hope. I could see eels s.

Poetry , Writing , Stories. There was once a places locked away in the heart of one girl; protected from the world, not even the sun could find its hiding place. each morning the mountain dew would drizzle its shine upon the grass, but never setting foot in its path. Stardust lined her lips ; drawing in.