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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:08:27 PM
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jesusfreak94
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i promise!!! i want to hear it!
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:12:42 PM
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Well, alright... here it is... 
If you REALLY like it let me know, and maybe I'll post what I have written of the second chapter...
It doesn't have a title yet.
Chapter One
Katherine Claire rolled over to look at her clock that was sitting on her nightstand, it was 7:30 AM.
“Oh great, I slept in.” Kate rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a minute or two, then she pulled the covers off and slipped out of bed. Kate walked over to her window, and looked out, the morning Tennessee sun was shining bright and beautiful over her ranch. Then Kate walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers, she pulled out a pair of jeans, then she opened another drawer and pulled out a pink short sleeved t-shirt with a red rose on it. After dressing Kate slipped her feet into her cowgirl boots, pulled her hair into a ponytail then left her room and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. After brushing her teeth she splashed some water on her face then went downstairs and into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator door, and took out a bag of apples and some eggs, then she closed the door and made herself a fried egg and toast. After she was done eating she grabbed the bag of apples and headed out the front door. As Kate stood on her front porch, she took a moment to take in the scenery around her, it was always her dream to live in the country on a ranch, and after her Grandmother passed away leaving all of her money to Kate, her dream was able to come true and she bought the ranch of her dreams. In front of her, Kate could see the old dirt road and her white picket fence, as well as the forest across the street and the farm down the road. To her left was a huge green pasture, a huge barn that she kept all of the horses in, and a round riding ring that she used to give lessons in and to train horses. and to the right was a forest and a small path that led to the pond and gazebo, but she could not see those from her house. Kate’s home was surrounded by thousands of acres of riding trails, and a whole lot of forests and fields.
After a few minutes of taking in the scenery, Kate realized that she had work to do, so she walked down the three steps off her front porch and started up the path that led to the barn.
Kate approached the barn and opened up the big door, inside of the barn was huge, there were 60 stalls exactly, but only two were being used, one by her stallion and the other by her mare. Kate planned on breeding them someday so they could have a foal.
Not only was the inside of the barn huge, but the pasture too, and both were being wasted by only two horses. Kate always wanted to give riding lessons to kids, and that is what she was doing, but that didn’t fill up any of those empty stalls, and it didn’t fill the pasture with any more horses, and Kate knew that she could never afford enough horses to fill them up either.
For a while now, Kate had been trying to think of some way that she could fill in the empty stalls, and make the huge pasture look not so huge with more horses in it, but she just couldn’t seem to come up with anything.
Kate stepped in the barn and walked over to Jack’s stall, Jack was of course the stallion, a beautiful solid black Tennessee Walker.
“Hello Jack, how are you today boy?” Kate said as she petted his muzzle.
“Do you want an apple? Of course you do!” Kate reached her hand into the bag and pulled out a good sized apple.
“Here you go Jack.” She held her hand flat with the apple sitting in the palm, held it up to Jack, and it was gone in a second. Kate smiled, then walked into the tack room and got a halter and lead rope then went back to Jack’s stall, she put the halter on Jack then opened the stall and clipped the lead rope on and led Jack out of the barn and into one of the pastures, then unclipped the lead rope and closed the pasture gate. Jack immediately went to the round bail of hay and started eating. The pasture was all one huge area of grass, several acres of grass, but it was divided into sections by fences, because you wouldn’t want to put all of the horses in one big pasture, especially the mares and stallions.
Kate walked back into the barn and went over to May’s stall, the mare who was a beautiful chestnut Tennessee Walker.
“Hello May. I suppose you want an apple too huh?” Kate said then gave an apple to May. Then she led May into another section of pasture, separate from the one she put Jack in.
After Kate was finished with all of the chores, she went back inside the house, and went to her computer to check her e-mail. No New Messages. Kate sat back in her chair and thought for a minute, then she said to herself, “Maybe I should ask about what I should do with the ranch… yeah.” Kate stood up and walked over to the phone, she picked it up and listened for dial tone, then she dialed her best friend Kali’s number. There was no answer.
“I guess I could just e-mail her.” Kate put the phone back on the base then went back to the computer and brought up her e-mail, then hit Compose, and started typing her e-mail to Kali.
Hey Kali,
I tried calling but there was no answer, you’re probably out partying or something.
But anyway, I’ve been thinking about what I could do with the ranch to fill up all that empty space, and I just can’t seem to come up with anything.
Do you have any ideas? You’re always good at coming up with things.
Call me when you get this e-mail.
Thanks.
~Kate
After Kate was finished with the e-mail she sent it, then went into the kitchen to see what she could fix for dinner. She opened the fridge, nothing in there. Then she went to the pantry, and took out some spaghetti noodles and spaghetti sauce. She got out a pan and filled it with water then put it on the stove to boil. After the water was boiling Kate added the noodles and she started heating up the spaghetti sauce, then the phone rang. Kate went to the phone and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hey Kate, I got your e-mail.”
“Oh, Hey Kali. So, do you have any ideas?”
“well, I was thinking about it a little, and here is what I came up with.”
“Ok, go.”
“Ok so, what if, you took care of other people’s horses while they were away or if someone couldn’t take care of their horse for some reason, you took care of it for them. You know, it would be kind of like a boarding home or baby-sitter, or in this case horse-sitter. And of course the people would pay you for taking care of their horses.”
“Kali… you are a genius! That is just the kind of thing I was trying to think of, but I couldn’t think of it! That would be perfect! I’d be making good use of my ranch.”
“Yeah, and helping people while you’re doing it!”
“Yes! Thank-you Kali, you’re the most wonderful friend anyone could ever ask for! Okay, so I need to go, I have a lot of work to do.”
“Okay, talk to you later!”
“Bye!”
The next morning.
Kate rose early and got to work on flyers.
Large Ranch, plenty of space.
I’ll take care of your horses for you when you can’t
$20.00 a week
I also give riding lessons.
$10.00 for an hour lesson.
If you are interested please call the number below.
My name is Katherine Claire
Kate looked over the flyer, and smiled, she was quite happy with herself.
“Now, I need to go put the flyers up around town, there are a lot of horse owners around here.”
Kate grabbed the stack of flyers, a container of tacs and her purse, then went out the front door, and got in her truck.
Before Kate pulled out of her driveway, she said a quick prayer.
“Lord, please watch over me as I travel and give me wisdom about where to put up the flyers, thank-you Lord. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
After saying Amen, Kate opened her eyes, then pulled out of her driveway and headed down the dirt road.
After Kate got into town she headed to the Post Office, she put one of the flyers up there, then went to the Town Bulletin Board and put one on there, then she put one up at the General Store, then at the Tack and Feed Shop then at the TSC Pharmacy. Then she parked downtown and started walking, she thought maybe she could hand out some of the flyers to people.
“Hello, are you a horse owner?” She said to a nice old man.
“Why yes I am.”
“Do you have anyone to take care of your horses while you’re gone on Summer vacation?”
“No I don’t, and that is why I don’t go on Summer vacation.”
“Wouldn’t you like to go on Summer vacation if you could?”
“Yes, the misses would love it I’m sure.”
“Well, I just recently opened up my ranch for people like you, see the flyer? I’ll take care of your horses while you’re away.”
The old man took the flyer and studied it for a moment.
“Why aren’t you a generous young lady! Yes, yes! I think I will do it! I’ll go on summer vacation this year! I have two horses.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem! Although you’ll have to bring the horses to my place, I’m afraid I don’t do pickups.”
“Oh of course, not a problem.”
“Here is a paper with my address on it, whenever you’re ready for your vacation and want to bring the horses over, just give me a call.”
“Okay, we’ll do, Kate.” The old man smiled “Goodbye!”
“Bye!” Kate smiled.
“One success.”
After the day was nearing it’s end, Kate came across only one other positive sounding person. But it was good for the first day. Just before dark Kate left to go home.
After Kate was home, she went to the barn to spend some time with Jack and May.
“Hi Jack, hi May.” Kate petted them and gave them some carrots.
“It looks like you guys are going to have some company pretty soon, are you excited? It’s going to be a lot of work, taking care of a lot of horses everyday, but I can manage it, it’s what I wanted.”
“Well, goodnight you two.” Kate hugged the horses goodnight then went inside, took a shower and went to bed.
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:24:26 PM
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jesusfreak94
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that was good!!
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:33:22 PM
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Princess_Piccolo
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Do you really think so??
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:37:52 PM
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jesusfreak94
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YEP!!! it was good! i liked it alot!!
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/5/2008 9:42:30 PM
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Princess_Piccolo
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Well, thanks!
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RE: Share what you've written - 1/30/2008 3:25:09 PM
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Remembering my frustration when i learned of the Red Mage's limitations, yeaaaaaaaaars ago:
In the Final Fantasy Pub
Red Mage: Sooooooo... what do you guys specialize in?
Black Mage: I'm into black magic. Attacks and stuff.
White Mage: I'm a healer; it's my job to take care of my allies. You?
Red Mage: *proud* Tsk. So limited. I can use both white and black magic.
Black Mage: *casts death*
Red Mage: *dies*
Black Mage: *grins* Not ALL of it, chum. *To White Mage* You'll have to resurrect him because he can't do that either...
White Mage: *sigh* I was afraid of that. Tsk. So limited.
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RE: Share what you've written - 2/14/2008 1:33:28 PM
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Remember this? It finaled, is getting published, and I might still get the big fat scholarship! Talk about a miracle.
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ORIGINAL: Schecter18
Ok... I wrote this for a contest and thought I'd post it here, too. I, um... need to win this. It would pay for about half of my first year of college. So pray that it does.
Distress of a Teenage Author
A year off from school and work? You’re kidding me, right?
No? Well, then, how would I spend it?
Working of course. And gladly.
See, I’ve been writing a series of books for almost eight years now. Yeah. Just a little less than half of my life. If given a year to myself, it would be my delight to spend hours on end being the happy puppeteer dancing the strings of my characters’ frail lives.
As it is, I do not understand the concept of “writers’ block.” I’ve never had it. “Writers’ backup” would be more accurate, considering that to get writers’ block, you must actually spend time writing. Said periods of writing are scarce when you balance a job, a senior year of high school, and advanced dual credits courses. Factoring in playtimes with guitar and video games cramps the schedule thus further. And being the elected teen president of Salem Network’s Crosswalk.com surely doesn’t free any time.
I’m afraid that most good ideas I have soon get pushed out the emergency exit in my brain. Although I carry a notebook in my purse for sudden revelations, writing down my thoughts can be a teeny bit hazardous while driving. When enlightenment strikes at the dinner table, I often find myself thankful that my family knows the Heimlich Maneuver. Dreams are great times to plan plot twists. Unfortunately, remembering them upon wakening doesn’t seem to be on my to-do list. Shame... it would get done that way. Maybe.
So if you were really offering to give me a year off to do whatever I wanted, I would pounce on the opportunity to do work-that-isn’t-really-work-because-it’s-fun-but-is-work-because-some-people-get-paid-for-it.
That must be nice.
And, hey. if I were to meet writers’ block along the road, I could always do that other thing:
Nap.
Oh yeah.
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RE: Share what you've written - 2/21/2008 6:06:05 PM
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I need to work on the CW story. 
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RE: Share what you've written - 2/21/2008 6:15:18 PM
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I posted these in the Writer's section before.
The One Who Loved Himself
There was one
There was one
Who loved himself, and no other-
Then he ran into another:
"Never, never shall I see
Such one wonderful as me.
I shall make you now to see,"
Said the one who was so vain.
"Never, never shall I view
One so arrogant as you,
Such an awful, ghastly view,"
Said I, with a flinch of pain.
"Well, I never, ever, ever
Heard someone who'd dare to tether
My greatness, great as ever;
Never heard such one as you!"
"Certain, surely, you deserve it,
If you wouldn't only learn it:
That of fame, you'd ought to earn it
By humbleness and proud thoughts few!"
"You shall see! You shall see
What a wonderment is me!
I shall make you, make you see!"
Said the one who was so vain.
"Yes I shall, I shall see that
What I said was true, and be that
You shall see, you shall see that
It shall no doubt end in pain."
And he saw-
And he saw
It end in vain,
Shameful pain.
I tried to make the general "sound" and beat resemble an edgar allen poe poem.
Redemption
Always shall I love Thee LORD,
Never shall I stray.
I will stay within Your service,
Never shall I turn away.
You are my God, You are my Light,
You are my only Way.
Always shall I love and serve You,
Never will I stray.
Here it comes, here it comes-
A storm is on its way!
I will no doubt stay strong in You,
I will not be drawn away.
How could this have happened?
What now can I say?
I never thought I'd leave Your side;
Forgiveness, now, I pray.
Please take me back! I don't deserve it,
But try and try I may:
Use me as a servant, LORD,
A lowly servant, that I may stay.
What's that? A prince? A princess? Nay!
I cannot, I must pay!
What's that, my LORD, forgiven?
My life, 'fore You, I lay!
Critique?
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RE: Share what you've written - 2/27/2008 2:49:41 AM
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I've finally started to write again. A piece of poetry, to start.
A moment of...
Please spend a moment, reflecting
recollecting, remembering and imaging
the countless thousands
millions
billion
who have come and gone and lived
and died.
Please shed a tear
just one
for the struggle and strife that plagued
them
so that you could live a
comfortable life.
Do you truly comprehend,
understand why they lived
their joys and loves and
pain.
Does it matter if you do?
They lived their
lives of leisure and hurry
of pleasure
worry not though,
they lived as you do
human lives.
Remember them not in sorrow, but with joy. For they loved and lived and smiled at the thought of future generations.
Of those they would sire, and they happily toiled for the future you are privileged to live in.
Take a deep breath
laugh
for all those who can't
cry.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
And something a bit older, which is one of my better works.
Through the looking glass. (revised)
Flickering on the T.V. ...wars, famine, hatred.
Bigotry, poverty, inhumanity.
You see these things and do nothing to change them.
After all, a glass wall separates you and they.
Their problems are not yours, and you can't reach them anyways.
Even if you wanted to help, a glass screen is in the way.
Rape, murder, drugs, death
the world is separated from you, by but a hair's breadth.
Shake your head, murmur words of pity
change the channel, to something a bit more pretty.
And that other world fades away
the pain is gone, and so the death and the decay.
The world goes to hell, but it's too far away.
You can't do anything to change it, so you'll just watch, and pray.
...
You drive through the city, and what do you see?
Poverty, the homeless, the needy.
But you can't help them, though they're so close to home,
for a glass wall is still in the way.
No matter how you want to help, the window sits between
a hair's breadth of glass, but enough, or so you make it seem.
You shrug and turn away, indifferent from the pain.
Murmur words of pity, and you drive away.
You go somewhere a bit more pretty, the sorrow fades away.
After all, there's nothing you can do but pray...
Right?
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/6/2008 12:04:17 AM
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that's something to ponder on Randy, good job
I wrote this song earlier today
Light In You
I feel safe when I'm in your hands
When we danced
Tell me if I hold on too tight
I don't hold you because it feels right
But because, I love you
I smile in the memory
Whispering
Swaying
Dancing all night
In hope
Praying to God
For deliverance from the hurt
Clinging onto
The softness in the dark
I believe it's ok to feel this way
God has a plan for purity to shine where it's dark
No regrets in my mind
I will sing all the time
While holding you
Whispering
Swaying
Dancing all night
In hope
Praying to God
For deliverance from the hurt
Clinging onto
The softness in the dark
Softness in the dark
There is light in you
Cry on me
But don't find your releasement in me
Touch the heart
He gives my fullness to you
For it was given to me
Dancing all night
In hope
Praying to God
For deliverance from the hurt
Clinging onto
The softness in the dark
I feel safe when I'm in your hands
When we danced
I smile in the memory
whispering, swaying
March 5, 2008
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/19/2008 4:09:04 AM
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What's that, kids? More randomly nothing uselessnosities? Okay!
Jimmy once bought a can of Sprite,
He took a sip and thought, "Hey, this is alright!"
Jimmy stared at the sun too long,
Now all of his sight is gone.
Jimmy was skipping and accidentally tripped,
He fell on his face and nearly broke his hip,
Wallowing in pain with much sorrow to bear,
At least he has dental care.
Jimmy was in ethics class,
His teacher called upon his name amongst the mass,
"What are your beliefs on society, religion, and governmental system?", she pondered,
He replied, "Al Gore getting credit for creating the internet is as false as the flying spaghetti monster!"
Jimmy isn't all that bright,
Jimmy stays up waay too late at night,
Jimmy is an excuse to make this poem about me,
Now what? oh look! *shimmy*
I hope to have a *GULP* serious song or poem, or possibly a combination of the two (soem?) up sometime this week. I have a lots of inspiration to write something, just finding the meaningful words that go beyond the normality of typical lip service can take waaay too long for me sometimes.
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/19/2008 1:36:24 PM
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_MavericK_
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HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! oh man, that tickled the funny bone. 
Especially the part about staring at the sun. I had a friend who tried to do that.
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/19/2008 7:11:34 PM
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DreadPirateRandy
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I hear that's what happened to Stevie Wonder.
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/22/2008 5:18:01 AM
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This is probably the "darkest" thing I've ever written.
Yesterday, a youth and I were having a conversation about suicide. Even in our small town, it seems like the number of attempted suicides are still sadly significant. This youth was telling me a story about some boy, around my age, who took his own life. From what I gathered, he had every reason to be happy
If I were the author of his story, this would be my fragile attempt at re-writing it.
Helpless, he sits watching empty streets become crowded by passing memories.
Devoted, city lights trace there footsteps upon pathways for the broken sidewalks.
Perplexed, a stranger looks on as he wonders why the boy is ever so lonely.
Contemplative, time turns six seconds into six hours within the blink of an eye.
Starving, the window panes become emancipated from starvation.
Lonely, besides the screeches from across the hallway of another divorce statistic.
Aching, the inner cry brings tears of a life of something more.
Limitless, the dreams that one breeze of wind can bring.
Hopeful, turned away from remorseful razors and bullets that bear blood and sorrow.
Freedom, for Christ has come.
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/22/2008 12:26:16 PM
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jesusfreak94
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that left me speechless....thats so good randy. but so sad.
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RE: Share what you've written - 3/22/2008 6:12:50 PM
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rae_of_light
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Randy.... wow. That really got to me. Very good.
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And it hurts for a change
And looking back and it's hard to believe
That I was cool
With the days that I wasted complacent and tasteless and bored but
That was yesterday
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