At the Writing Desk

~The Chronicles of a Desperate Pilgrim

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Her curls were blond, her accent sweet,
Her eyes were blue, her smile a treat.
Yet here she sat, in a cloud of doom,
Her shoulders bowed, her face in gloom.
The questions began, upon her lips
As an avalanche, when a small stone trips.
And thus began, her desperate writing,
Her Bible a reference, her pen alighting.
Pages and pages, she began to fill,
Lit by the sunlight, coming in passed the sill…

Thus it begins. The rest of this girl’s story isn’t in rhyme. In fact, I don’t know if any more of it will be and I have no clue where it’s going to go. I might do a mix of poetry and prose – just to see what I can do. I haven’t even named the young woman I’ve described. I haven’t decided if I will or not.

I plan to post it, as I have it ready. We’ll see where it goes…

To the KING be all the glory!

~Claudius Rivers

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“He lumbered into the kitchen, the picture of laziness and carelessness. His dark brown hair looked as though it had not been combed in a week and was in need of a good barber. His clothes were full of wrinkles, with one button missing from the middle of his shirt, and his shoes were tied only in knots, allowing the shoe laces to drag freely upon the ground. His blue eyes lacked the spirit and life that a young man of seventeen ought to show. His height was rather over six feet than under, but this was disguised by slumped shoulders and a crouching posture. The corners of his mouth turned down, giving an overall expression of sullenness, and his voice was dead and spiritless when he spoke.”

~My Currently-Untitled-Edit-in-Progress

 

To the KING be all the glory!

~Hunting Honey Bee

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The golden rays of the morning sun illuminated the waxen walls of the Honey Bee nest. One of the worker bees began to move slowly in her little cell, rhythmically stretching each of her six legs after her nap. She had slept longer than usual, but not too much. She remembered the days when a quick 30 seconds would be enough time to make her feel rested. Now, she needed a little more time than that.

Poking her head from her hexagon cell, she looked around, taking in all the information she needed within seconds. The area was clear; none of her sisters were buzzing around, in danger of a collision. She could go.

Thrusting off the wax shelf, it wasn’t long before she had consumed her breakfast, passed the guards at the entrance of the hive, and swept into the cool air. What a lovely morning for finding food!

I say it was cool, but it certainly wasn’t cold. She was glad of that. Too cold and she would have to stay home, keeping to the warmth of the nest. Zipping passed patches of green and yellow grasses, her compound eyes measured the distance she traveled, while simultaneously searching for a bright patch of color. Orange. She really hoped for orange. For some reason, she usually liked the color better than yellow. Orange was so…

I wrote a new short story for Your Story Central!! It’s about a honey bee on the search for food for her colony. I did a ton of research for this one – which was so, so fun! Do you have any idea how incredible a honey bee is?? They are magnificent!! I only managed to put a tiny bit of the information about them into the story.  Go here to read the rest of it: Hunting Honey Bee. And while you’re there, make sure you bookmark the website! There are a lot more fun stories coming up!  :)

To the KING be all the glory!

~Writing Ultimatum

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I don’t strive to write for others, or even for me,
My goal is to write, for my KING’s glory.

If ever you see me writing, just for myself,
Shallowly scribbling for a place on the shelf,

Or trying for money or some place of great fame,
Lowering my standards for a taste of the same,

Or forgetting my duties, those that lie in the home,
Or neglecting my family, while in fiction I roam,

Or if my Bible is gathering a dark layer of dust,
Or my prayer life is hurried – worse, behind me is thrust,

Or if I cease doing ministry in word or in deed,
For any brother or sister, who might be in need,

Hiding out quietly, behind paper and pen,
Absorbed in “my world”, let me ask you then,

Call me out faithfully, my friend, and I pray
That I will truly listen, to what you might say.

I pray that I write and bless my sisters and brothers
But it can’t come before the LORD, my family, or others.

So, if ever I seem to write, simply for me,
Speak and please pray, that I’ll re-seek His glory.

To the KING be all the glory!

~Hadding Legends…

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Louise sighed. “Have you ever heard of the Hadding Legend?”

“Of course.” Malcolm replied. “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know what it is. I know it has something to do with Halcer.”

“Right. Well, to make a long story short, a Mr. Hadding supposedly hid or lost a great fortune about 100 years ago or more. Then, supposedly, his family has offered a reward in the last 50 years or so, to anyone who can find it.”

Natalie giggled. “So, you’ve been trying to find it?”

“Mmmhmmm…”

-A snippet from Grandmother’s Letters

Typing, writing, editing, typing… The cycle continues…

To the KING be all the glory!