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Well that was quite the greeting! *Melted snow drips off my chin* Haha but anyway… I’m doing pretty good! I just got home two weeks ago from five months abroad so I haven’t really gotten much writing done, but I was just remembering that Revolutionary War story and thinking I should dig it out again!
Great! How was your trip?
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
I will working on my 50 words…
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Great! How was your trip?
It was amazing! Have you heard of YWAM? I did a discipleship training school, so three months of training and then two months on outreach applying what we’ve learned. I made some pretty close friends and have so many good memories! It was super cool to watch God move not only in my life, but in the lives of those around me, and I learned a lot!
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
Yay, I’ve finally been hit!
*shivers from cold snow* ❄️
He could see his furry reflection in the puddle, though he didn’t really care. He swung his paw and tapped the water, sending a ripple across its surface and a wave of amusement through the small kitten. He continued to tap the water, tilting his head to the side so much that it seemed he may fall over.
When the game of tap and ripple became boring, the kitten groomed his long coat of fur, drank some of the water, and then began to walk aimlessly. There was no place for the cat to go, no warm house to call home. If there was a dry porch, there you would find him, sitting like a bread loaf until he felt like leaving.
*scoops some snow*
Let’s see hmm…
Snowball coming back at you @theducktator ⚪️❄️
And a nice round snowball for you @highscribeofaetherium ⚪️❄️
I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.
I have known happiness and sorrow, war and peace, life and death, and through it all, through the changing times, the uncertainty of life, the unstableness of the world like a raging sea, One has remained the same; God has and will always remain the same, yesterday, today, and forever.
A 50-word sentence. I’m very proud of it.
@ellette-giselle 💨 x4"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Times four!!!!
Are you joking!!?
lol
Josef swung his suitcase and whistled cheerily as he made his way up the drive toward his home. The two months of training had passed, and now he would have ten days with his family before he began his work. Josef had told Rosemarie he was coming home that week, but he hadn’t told her when, hoping to surprise the family.
Josef spotted the house, and his steps quickened. A moment later he was on the porch. He raised his hand to knock, and then paused. Grinning to himself, he set down his suitcase and quietly turned the knob. The door opened, and Josef slipped inside, closing it silently behind him. Laughter and light chatter came from the kitchen, and Josef made out Ernst voice rising excitedly above the rest. Josef moved softly to the doorway kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame, watching with a smile. Rosemarie had her back to him and was standing at the stove, carefully guiding Marta’s hand. The litter girl was trying to stir the oatmeal on the stove, and Josef could tell from the way her shoulders stiffened that she was concentrating very hard.
Ernst was watching them, sitting on the kitchen table and rattling on in excited tones about something to do with sports.
“Now just a moment, Marta, let me grab some cinnamon,” Rosemarie said. She turned around and saw Josef standing in the doorway. For a moment she looked at him as though she were confused. Then her eyes widened, and a scream of delight escaped her lips.
Josef laughed and the next moment Rosemarie was in his arms, laughing and trying to kiss him. “Josef, you horrible rascal! You scared me half to death!”
“Papa!” Ernst shouted, leaping off the table and running to him. Josef caught his son with his free arm and hugged him. “Hello little man!”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
What can I say?
I like pelting people with snowballs! It’s fun, especially when they get revenge!
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)SNOWBALL 8X!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Guys I’m so sorry to everyone who has tagged me, thank you and I plan on getting to this tomorrow XD
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
I have 14 snowballs.
Once I write my 350 words, you will all be sorry.
😈
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14 snowballs!?!?!?!?!?!??!
Y’ALL
fine
*cracks knuckles*
I’m gonna get 700 words written
'Till the end of the line.
errrr
i’ll get to it one day
'Till the end of the line.
Note to Andrew: if you do not write a ~50-word Rax scene, I will throw my arsenal of twenty snowballs at you
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, fine! Since I got hit with two snowballs, here is a 118-word scene.
“Lord Quakers!” Rax towards the gloomy throne where the tyrant sat, “Your reign has come to an end!” Rax pointed Fortier towards the lord. The runes glowed, sparks, then an explosion at Lord Quaker’s feet. The cloud of smoke disappeared, there was no Lord Quacker. A whisper in Rax’s ear, “My reign shall last forever.” Rax fell to his knees, blood trickled down his back, and the lord was standing in front of him. Lord Quackers grabbed Rax’s face, his hand glowed with a blue hue. “Begone from this world!” The voice was of the lord’s but it was in Rax’s mind. A flash of light, and then a cry of pain. “Dear God!” Rax sat up, sweating.
SNOWBALLS!!!!!
@Ruth x2 (because you made me write a Rax scene) @theducktator @liberty
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)
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