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Title: New Recruits Ch.1: A Strange Encounter
Author: Luis De Castro
As Elam glanced over the field, he shook his head. Even with Sir Barlow teaching them and the dragons to help, our troops wouldn't hold up against any significant numbers. Walking over to where Valiant stood in the doorway of a house, he saw Valiant draw his sword and motion Elam to do the same. When Elam reaches the door, Valiant points at a thin man with his sword. "Do you see Carver?" Valiant asks. "The skinny one by Candle, right?" Elam replies. "Yes" Valiant says as he turns to face Elam. "Tell him to maintain balance when he lunges." Elam looks at Valiant inquisitively. "Sure but…why?" he asks. Suddenly, Valiant lurches at him and Elam instinctively bats it away, causing Valiant to tumble forward. Valiant's sword brushes against Elam's leg on the way down, slicing into his leg. Looking down at his leg, Elam realizes that it is bleeding and his pants are getting sullied with blood. Picking himself up off the floor, Valiant tosses a rag to Elam. "That's why you need to maintain balance." As he wraps the rag around the cut, Elam sits down in a chair. "I knew that much" he says. "I meant why me?" Shaking his head, Valiant sits down in the chair opposite Elam's. "You are the warrior chief are you not?" he asked. "Your troops expect you to lead them." Elam is surprised by the profundity of his answer. Even though I have lived over a millennia longer than him, he still seems to be wiser than me. Looking up at Valiant, he sees his ovulum flash. Of course. Elam thinks. All the people here have ovulums. Elam gets to his feet and points to a man leaning against a tree. "Think we should allow him into your group for special assistance?" Elam asks. Valiant sighs and stands up. "The group has already grown too large for me to handle…but test him to see if he really needs the help." As Elam walks towards the man, the man pushes away from the tree and faces him. "Hello Elam." He says drawing his sword. "I heard your little chat with Valiant." Surprised, Elam stops for a second but then continues walking. "Then you are ready?" he asks but his only response was the man brandishing his sword. When Elam reaches the man, he gestures for Elam to make the first move. Elam rushes at the man but the man expertly sidesteps and kicks Elam's legs out from under him. While Elam was flailing, the man hit Elam where his leg was cut with the flat of his sword and knocks Elam's sword out of his hand. Reaching for his sword, he suddenly feels a scalding heat burn his hand. The sword's handle was literally red hot. The man drops to his knees and holds Elam at sword point. Looking up at the man, Elam sees a fireball in the man's palm. Astonished, he tries to yell but the man swiftly extinguishes the fireball and slaps his hand over Elam's mouth. "Be quiet and do as I say or else I will weld your lips shut." He barks.
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After Enoch's Ghost Brittany Bellamy - Age 15
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A Dragon's Ferocity By: Caleb DeBord A dragonʼs ferocity is like Godʼs when he defeats the temptations of sin. A dragonʼs determination is like Godʼs when he sees an opportunity saving souls. A dragonʼs compassion is like Godʼs for us. A dragonʼs soul is like the light God gives us to show the way for others. A dragonʼs fire is like the fire God gives us, the fire is the desire to worship him. |
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A Dragonʼs Heart By: Caleb DeBord A dragonʼs heart so true and faithful Full of love and fire Will it so falter or transpire I think not with the brewing fire The brewing fire of emotion and desire A gift all creatures should admire A Dragonʼs heart so full of Thought Wisdom that all creatures wishes to sought A Dragonʼs heart is the excise of its being Full of compassion and dignity The soul of a Dragon will make even the strongest man fall to his knees So do not test a Dragonʼs strength If you wish to leave their lair whole So take my warning, do not look so lightly of it And be cautious of what you say about a Dragon For you will reap what you sow |
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Author - Maggie Hancock, Age 15 Goliath son of Dragons great, a soul of evil now he bears. Chapter 1. The awakening of a dragon Apparently the Man people called Merlin had been stopping for directions because the crowd dispersed and Andulin couldn’t see anyone she didn’t recognize.
Ch. 2 Summons to Bald-top
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Title - Guardian Angel Angels never lie. The phrase echoed in her head as young Bonnie Connor woke up. It was the last thing she had said before she’d fallen asleep. How long had she been dozing? It was later now, much later, probably somewhere around midnight. Seeing as she could not seem to sleep, the little girl slipped out of bed and went over to sit by her nightlight, to think hard about what had happened that day. Looking around her darkened bedroom, Bonnie took in the pink-and-purple striped walls. So comforting, they were: a familiar thing in a world that was starting to turn upside-down. Today had been her first day of first grade, and there were good and bad things about that. She touched her back. The things, the weird growths she had discovered, were still there. That was another change. And now, her Mama seemed to always have a sad look on her face. Then there was Gabriel. My guardian angel, Bonnie thought with a smile. Sweeping her eyes around her bedroom once more, she caught sight of something she had nearly forgotten: a notebook, a first-day-of-school gift from her mother. Picking it up, she traced her fingers over the white daisies speckling the green cover, still trapped under the thin layer of plastic, which also helped to hold the matching pen close. She frowned, and scratched at the stuff until it peeled off. Then she glanced around the room. “Gabriel, I don’t know if you can hear me,” she began, opening the note pad. “But the first thing I’m going to write in here is going to be about you.” She blinked. Had there been a faint glimmer over by the electricity outlet? She smiled, then, taking up the pen, began writing. * Irene hadn’t heard a peep from her daughter’s room for hours. It was nighttime, and Bonnie was supposed to be asleep, so maybe nothing was wrong. Then again, with slayers everywhere, she couldn’t take any chances. Tip-toeing upstairs, the woman opened the door stealthily, so that if Bonnie really was asleep, she wouldn’t wake her up. She smiled at the sweet scene when her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Bonnie sat against the wall, next to her nightlight, hugging her knees, her head limply propped up against the wall behind her. Next to her on the floor, the little notebook Irene had given her that morning lay open to the first page. The pen’s sparkly purple ink glowed faintly in the dim light, allowing Irene to read the page. Dear God, Bonnie had written, today was a good day. I got to go to school and met a new friend. Her name is Carly. We ate lunch together and talked about stuff on the bus, and now she’s my best friend in the whole world. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about, God. It was later in the day. I had just learned that the funny growths I have are really wings, ‘cause Mama and daddy were arguing about it, and I was really sad, when you sent an angel to me. Thank you so much for Gabriel. I know you’re always watching, too, but it’s nice to know that Gabriel is there, too, and he’s real nice. When he suddenly appeared, in my saddest moment, I knew at once that he was there to comfort me. When the lights flashed and formed him, and he smiled at me, and spoke those words, I knew he was an angel. He has wings, too, God! And he knew about everything that had happened all day—he had been with me the whole time! So now I wonder, are you there like that, too, God? Will you appear to me one day in my moment of sadness, too? Gabriel sang me a song, too. It was lovely. I think I’ve heard it before, though not as a song. Do you know what it is, God? Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings or the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: The darkness and the light are both alike to thee. I love it, God. I’ve already memorized it, and I’m going to sing it every time I go through a sad time again. Well, that’s it, God. I just wanted to tell you about my day and say thanks for Gabriel. Bonnie Besides several misspellings and grammar mistakes, Bonnie seemed to have an amazing talent for writing. Though she had to reread certain things to understand what the little girl had meant once or twice, there were tears in Irene’s eyes by the time she was done reading. She recognized the verses at once: Psalm 139:1-12. She had uttered them herself on many a dark night. And the angel Gabriel had appeared to Bonnie? No, that would be too strange. Yet… She leafed through the three pages of the note pad that her daughter had filled. Both as a dragon and as a human Irene had seen God do wonders. Maybe, just maybe, the angel really had been standing not long ago in this very room. Irene gently put Bonnie to bed—on her side, so as not to damage her growing wings—and put the journal on the night stand. Glancing behind her, Irene closed the door softly. In the darkened room behind her, Bonnie sighed in her sleep, then smiled, and murmured, “Gabriel.” |
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Reunion By: Shannon Age 13 Candle ran up to his mother and Listener. “Where is Timothy?” He asked. “He…he’s…gone,” his mother just managed to get out. Her companion nuzzled her cheek while she tried to conceal her oncoming tears. “Listener…was willing… to… sacrifice… herself for others,” she paused and tried not burst out crying. “He took…Listener’s second companion, the wrinkled one, as well as my Adam’s, uh, your father’s. “You see, after we arrived at the cave, we saw Timothy and Listener standing at the opening; he held a dagger to her neck. We tried to stop him, but instead he said something to her, she nodded,” she paused to take a deep breath. “Then he took her companion, and before we could stop him, he ran into the cave!” She tried to keep the flood of tears from passing down her cheeks, but it was in vain. She cried out and started balling. Candle didn’t believe what he had just heard from his heart-broken mother. He felt bad for her, first losing her Adam, and now Timothy; her trusted friend. “But, I mean, why?” He inquired, trying not to add a squeak in his voice. “I mean, well, did he re-” “No. He did not have to do that,” said a quiet, sad voice. Candle realized that the voice was to young and sweet to belong to his mother. He turned around. His mother was staring down at a young figure with a mixture of unbelief and love in her eyes. Candle converted his eyes from his mother to the small figure. For a minute, he couldn’t believe his eyes, or, for that matter, his ears. Listener! But it couldn’t be. Listener always had a pained expression on her face, and this beautiful angel in front of him had a warm, content look about her. But it was! It was his younger sister! She has been transformed! Oh, praise the LORD! “Listener! You, I mean, you actually,” he couldn’t continue. Joy was bubbling inside him, ready to burst. So he let it. His mother turned her tears of grief into tears of bliss and started to join Candle in praising the Lord. “Mother, Candle. Why are you getting so excited? Timothy is gone, and yet you forget about him and praise my voice. Besides, he was the one who took away my second companion, which brought me pain and muteness.” At this, his mother turned back to look upon the horrid face of grief. Candle turned upon sorrow and pain. Listener, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, took Candles hand and led to the entrance of the cave. The cave once full of light, was now full of shadows. Listener lighted a torch at the entrance and let Candle inside. There, lying on the floor with a blanket of agony threatening to those who chose to look upon the dreadful sight, were bones. Timothy’s bones. Candle shuddered in disbelief. “It…It can’t be. It just can’t be! No!” Listener took hold of his hand once more and squeezed while his companion rubbed his cheek to try and comfort him. Then, out of the darkness and shadows rose a voice that Candle thought was familiar voice, except covered with pain. The voice then said something that made Candle think, as well as send shivers up his spine. “Behold: The bones of Makaidos.” To be continued… |
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Epilogue by Beverly Williams - Age 14 Click Here for the Story |
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Shadow and Silent Scope Click Here for the Story |
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A Story about Jennifer Houston By Vigtin, Age 14 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Jennifer
Houston ran into the school. She turned her head to look out the dirty
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Title - Mara Author - Flurrin “Lilith, there’s something…wrong…with the new spawns.” A hopeless sigh escaped Lilith as she whirled on her dim accomplice. “What is it, Nabal?” The giant blinked, shifting his position uncomfortably to the other large foot. He played with the long whip string that leaked from his belt. “Well, Milady, the new…” Lilith smoothed her black dress with one hand and rubbed her temples with the other. “I know there’s something wrong with them, Nabal. What is wrong with them? Spit it out!” she hissed. Nabal had no way to explain the strange things he had seen. “Milady…” he began again, then stopped and gave up. “Come with me.” He immediately started for the long passageway that, eventually, led to the room where the spawns were kept. Rows of the little plants lined the walls, each looking up as Nabal and his mistress walked past. “There.” Nabal said dumbly. At the end of the twin lines of plants, two spawns slightly smaller and whiter than the rest grew. One of them had grown a dandelion between its roots. Its tiny green mouth was formed in a smile as it looked down on the orange weed it had nurtured. Nabal continued in a droning voice, “I’ve named them “Acacia” and “Mara”. See what Mara did?” Lilith looked down and blanched visibly. She staggered against the wall, clutching her head harder and mumbling, “The prophecy, oohhhh.” She straightened suddenly and called, “Naamah!” “Coming, sister,” the deceptively sweet voice floated down the hall, and a moment later Naamah herself appeared, clad in a white flowing gown. She smiled prettily at Nabal and asked him nicely to excuse himself. The giant bowed awkwardly and left. Naamah then turned back to Lilith. “What is it, Lilith?” “A dandelion is a sign that means oracle,” the woman whispered, wide-eyed. “Look at its color.” Naamah studied the plant calmly. “Orange. It means ‘fire’.” Suddenly she understood what her sister had discovered. “You mean…” “Oracle…of…fire!” Lilith pointed trembling hand at the spawn, who looked up at her curiously. “This Mara…she is special. She must receive special attention, Naamah. And never let her know what side we are really on.” The woman reached down and contemptuously ripped the dandelion out by its roots, tossing it out the nearby window. A tiny cry of indignation arose from Mara. Unperturbed by the spawn, Lilith lowered her voice and whispered to Naamah, “Let no one know of this.” |
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Friend
by Caylee Dugger
"Verse 1"
that look in your eyes is giving
me the clue, it's telling me that you think your all thourgh,
just stop right there cause you
know I'll be here to give you hand when you think your at
the end....
"Chorus"
Because I, I am your friend and
I'll stand beside you till the bitter end
no matter what your going
through or were you've been I will always
be your friend.
"Verse 2"
If you ever begin to think that
through just know that I'm here and I'll always lend a hand,
though were beaten and bruised
this isn't the end with you by my side I will till the end...
"sing Chorus"
"Bridge"
just take my hand and together
we'll stand until the battles bitter end, no one can say that this
battle is lost, for when we
stand as one there's no end to what we can do yeah ee yeah!!!
"sing Chorus 2 times"
End Line
yeah I am your friend!
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Stalking Lady By Jen Age - 12
A lady dressed in white, the one that stalks the night, fill the ones with fright, who know why she wanders. |
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Sapphira By Vigton, Age 14
Once a slave, That belonged to a raven Though now she’s brave And believes in heaven
Fire her ally Mardon her enemy Yereq once an ally She lives alone with her twin, Acacia
An Oracle of Fire Sapphira and Acacia Their eyes shine as sapphires
Both strong to create a bonfire Sapphira and Elam Both true friends Willing to stick to one another They both love one another |
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Dragons in our Midst By Sydney, Age 11 Scales of red, |
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Morgan Le Fay By Sydney, Age 11 Her long black gown, |
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Dragons In Our Midst by: Rachel Briskey He finds his rest for souls unknown Destroying all he loves For when the sword was pulled from mountain stone He was sent to the stars above
For Satan sings an evil song Only true Believers can resist For if he falls for Satan’s wrong There will no longer be Dragons In Our Midst. |
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Bonne's Birth
By Joshua "Thanks for coming Matthew .I know you had a lot of important research to do." " I would never miss the birth of my daughter, Hannah." Hannah touched Matthews face. "Thank you". she Said. All of a sudden someone burst into the room. "Sorry I'm late Hannah". he said. "My wife is sick with a fever." " Its okay Jared" she said. "The important thing is you are here to see the birth of my daughter Bonnie Conn-. All of a sudden she stopped short and said to her husband, "I think she is coming". Matthew then said to Jared "Go get a doctor please!" "I'm on it Matt." Matthew was very mad inside. He hated it when people called him matt especially Jared. Two minutes later Jared came in with the doctor. Then, the doctor asked Jared to wait outside until they called him back in. Jared waited for what seemed like hours (but it was really 20 minutes). They called him in and he found Hannah singing her favorite song to bonnie. Jared went up to her and asked to hold her. She said yes. When he held her he felt a strange tingling in his bones. He usually only felt that when he was around his own kind. At that moment his ring on his finger flashed brilliant red. He felt like he was going to faint. He walked over to Hannah and put her down. Then he said one word. "Anthrozil" and then everything went black. |
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Billy and Bonnie by Caleb Todd Two people meet by dragon lore now they come together to learn there dragon past Billy had breath of fire, bonnie had wings of brown. Now there not alone together they stand now with someone at side they will fight and defend when it get’s cold and it feels like the end with no place to go he takes your hand and now there battle belongs to the LORD Jesus Christ The end. |
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Billy by Caleb Todd
Billy sat in his room the news of bonnie's death hit like a bag of brick's. He looked around Bonnie's room the candlestone still there. His eyes welled up with tears. She was gone just like that. he went down stairs walking to his mom as she was doing the dishes, “let me help” she smiled “okay” she said when they finished Billy sat down, “mom do you really think she is gone,” “hard to say we just heard from a letter with no return address that’s all we have,” “well I for one don’t believe she is gone” said Billy, “I’m going to find out” Billy stormed out of the room and went outside as he ran down the sidewalk he heard a beating of wings above him. He looked up, “Bonnie” he screamed She landed next to Him, “I thought you were,” “Dead” she finished his sentence, “yeah” Billy said, “the slayer must have sent the letter to throw you off track he did capture me but I got away about a hour ago” “well we are safe for now”. |
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The Candlestone Prophecy by Flurrin
The fallen knights have been cast out From earthly bodies in which they roamed Changed to light and glimmering, Now trapped inside that cursed stone, Trapped inside that cursed stone.
Alas, light a strange thing there Ever here, and yet ever not, For dark walls hold wretch’d captives here, Most from the kingdom of Camelot, From the kingdom of Camelot.
A wandering waif, a child of light, Transformed and pushed into this world, Inwardly she is painted white She waited as God’s plan unfurled, Waited as God’s plan unfurled.
Two dragon children, sent to free The one who knocks at devil’s doors Both know his heart, and they can see He unconsciously carries out Lucifer’s chores, Unconsciously carries out Lucifer’s chores.
Prayers are answered while pleas are cried As the dragons drew one another out The knights who’d sought before had died But old hope is renewed, with doubt, Old hope is renewed, with doubt.
The summoned soul will answer then Attacking demon from the air Joined by others, hearts will mend And love is returned to the maiden fair, Love is returned to the maiden fair. |
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Dragons in our Midst By Caleb
The dragons in our midst. They flicker in and out of minds Like lost memories that we have forgotten. But I have found one a dragon yet in battle with another. I only saw the flicker The flames shot from their mouths. Red and blue the dragons where. Fighting head to head. The blue one won the battle Out and down went the red, Hitting the ground and then vanished. So went the dragon Memory gone. So went the dragon. |
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Dragons By Caleb
Dragons are brave Dragons are strong Dragons are still among us. When they fly their wings are spread And up they go They have no fear unless the slayers strike once more. They go for gold silver and gems and food. So goes the dragon. |
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The Flame Burning Within By Zoë Jovanovich
The flame that struggles days on end. Fighting with all its might, fearing that darkness will demolish its light. The flame that burns within.
The flame that inspires. The flame that ignites a dream. The flame that burns within.
The flame that protects. The flame that gives. The flame that burns within.
Time and time again we doubt the flame. We hide it, fearing to show others. But the flame will burn on. The flame that burns within.
The flame is in our heart full of passion. We must not doubt it’s power. The flame that burns within.
When the flame dies our soul cries out in sorrow. Only the Match of Light can ignite it again. The flame that burns within.
With out the Match there would be no flame. Without the flame there would be no inspiration. The flame within in us would die forever. The flame that burns within.
Find the Match and the flame will live again. The soul will sing praise to the Match that gives new birth. The flame will live forever with the Match at its side.
May the flame and Match burn forever. |
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A Dragon's Prayer by Flurrin
Lord,
Though the slaughter has not ceased, Have I been chosen for Thy plan? God, return me to the form of man So I may serve thee better, still… But not mine, Lord, but Thy will. Here am I, a mighty being, Open my eyes, for I am not seeing. With my dragon brethren, Send us our salvation, then; If I be worthy of Thy word, Then tell me, God, so I may serve. If my name strike pain or fear, Tell me…Am I still Clefspeare? |
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Bonnie's Song by Flurrin
Though she walks through the valley of the shadow of death Behold, He is with her. If she flies through the sky on the wings of her own, Behold, He flies with her.
Been through a lot, haven’t you, little girl, Lost all your dreams for flight It was a terrible trade, dear child But remember, He knows your plight. God knew your name before you did, He knew about hidden wings. Jesus made your mother and your father, He is much more powerful than earthly kings. So praise the Maker Oh worship the Lamb! Praise the Maker! We’re all servants to the great I-Am. Do you think that God loves you, Even through everything going on? Bonnie, He made you special, girl, So to join the quest of freedom. Thought you lost Irene, little girl, dear child, But God knew you needed her here, So he sent your father to bring you home It brought you more friends than fear. So praise the Maker Oh worship the Lamb! Praise the Maker! We’re all servants to the great I-Am. He knows your thoughts, He loves you, child; Jesus came, a baby mild, And everyone will someday bless His name, Since Jesus died; since Jesus came! So praise the Maker Oh worship the Lamb! Praise the Maker! We’re all servants to the great I-Am.
Though she walks through the valley of the shadow of death Behold, He is with her. If she flies through the sky on the wings of her own, Behold, He flies with her.
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Dragons
by Rachel Charming, graceful, entrancing in flight, Gold, copper, bronze, and silver, Pillage, corrupt, strike down, and kill. But to balance the scales, there are the dragons good, Red, blue, white, and green,
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All Hail Pterorainy
Eric Olson Age: 19
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The Ultimate Anthrozil Eric Olson Age: 19
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Child of the Dinosaur Eric Olson Age: 19
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When I Died - Ending Elana Age: 12
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Doubts and Strengths
by Waterfall's Daughter
In honor of my mom.
Sometimes it's so hard to believe
That He's there
Sometimes it's so hard to believe
That He cares
But even though sometimes I doubt
And I feel the pain,
Waves of pain pounding in my heart,
He's never left me
I have the unrelenting hope
That He's with me
I have the everlasting faith
That He'll pull me through
When I think about His promise
I can feel His warm embrace
Surround me
And I am healed
Tomorrow may not be the same
Tomorrow will be different from today
But no matter what happens
I know He'll be there
With me
I've been granted the gift of
Unrelenting faith
And everlasting hope
He's always there
Right by my side
I can see His presence
Out of the corner of my eye
He is here beside me
Watching over me
I know I'm never alone
In everything that happens,
His hand guides me
Sometimes we wonder
Why believers seem to have it
So much worse
Than those who scorn God
But sometimes, I think,
He's just testing our faith
See if we're strong
See if we'll roll with the punch
Or stand rigid, causing more damage
Sometimes there's an advantage
To being so soft
And you must be soft and resilient
To get through this life
And stay strong
Stand strong with God
We've got to be bold
We've got to have faith
We've got to show that we're
Not a facade
We're not plastic
Like those who don't believe
We have something to live for
And I'm so glad
Sometimes you doubt
But you've just got to stay strong
God is always with you
And He's always on your side
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Untitled Jasmine Alexander
Walking along This path of life I thought you Would always be there Holding my hand Letting me trust In you In the good times When the sky was clear You walked with me Talking Laughing Giving me Every intention That you would be By my side Forever But the storms came Dark clouds Swirled above my head When I tried to grip Your hand It wasn’t there Any more You had fled Just when I Needed you most You slipped away You deceived me My hopes Are dashed On the ground
But just when I think all Is lost My Savior Picks me up Sets me on my feet Rights my path He is the Friend That will never Leave your side No matter The road is Though others forsake me Jesus Will always Be there Ready to
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Elam’s Love Katherine Barnett age 13 “O” sing with me son of Shem For I wear the prophet’s ring I can reunite you with the one you love Before she ascends to the stars above She will soon perish in dragon’s sight But she won’t die without a fight Now save the one who once saved you Bring her back, make her new Will you let the one you cherish die “O” son of Shem do not cry for let Your love be your light. Trust in your Love with all your might let God take Over and be your sight or Sapphira Will die tonight. |
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Eric the Anthrozil Eric Olson Age: 19
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The Ultimate Anthrozil Eric Olson Age: 19
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Shaazar, the Bloodstone Black Welsh Dragon Eric Olson Age: 19
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Story of a Hero Caleb Koehring Age - 13
The savior for all Now slain and mourned Will rise again So says the Lord
The people they heed not They refuse to believe Proven wrong, they shall be When the hero lives
Now rising up From darkened grave All the people Stand amazed
The hero dead Now lives again The people rejoice At what they gain
"Ready for battle!" Exclaims the hero "The time has come," "To slay this 'Nero'"
Fighting bravely And dying well Many are saved While many fell
The dead resurrected From the hero's power The snake destroyed His minions devoured
Victorious hero Now crowned in gold Awards the fighters For fighting for the goal
Now resting in peace From their hard work The people enjoy All heaven's splendor. |
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Title - Insignificant Author - ELF Age - 13 My name is Lyssandra, but everyone calls me Lyra because it’s so much shorter. I am fourteen years old, and will be starting high school later this year. But for now, I am content that it is early June. I passed eighth grade with flying colors, and I can’t wait until ninth grade. You may think that this is strange, but not to me. I love school. My friends live at least five miles off in each direction from my house, and the only way I ever get to see them is if I host parties or when we arrange to meet at the library or at school. My best friend lives about twenty miles from me. The strangest thing happened last fall. I remember we all had to leave school early because a kid had got abducted or something. And then I looked up, and lo and behold, there was a giant bat creature carrying a boy over our heads! It was too distant to see details, but it scared me half to death. Why? I don’t know. If it posed a threat to that boy, I was fearful that it posed a threat to me as well, I guess. Selfish me, I wasn’t thinking about anyone else there. Then earlier that day-or was it the day before?-Bonnie Silver, the new girl in school who always wore that dorky backpack, had socked the most popular guy in school for trying to get in her backpack. It was legendary! After that, Billy Bannister, Walter Foley, and Bonnie Silver all left school to get private tutoring. I heard that Billy will be going to England for a while soon. I’ll have to call him and get details about it when he gets back. I’ve always wanted to go to England, but haven’t ever had the chance or the funds to go there. But you see, I’m so insignificant. I live in a world where I’m just another person you pass in the street. I’m not even important enough for your eyes to focus on me when you go by. It makes me feel so lonely, and like I’m the only person on Earth. What I know is that, even though you wouldn’t notice me, God does. He has a plan for me, and in His eyes, I am important. I am important enough that He created me, so I ought to dedicate my life to Him and live my life the way He wants. So maybe…maybe Walter will take note of me next year. Maybe we can go out or something. Hey, he’s mixed up in all this dragon stuff--wait, did I say dragon? Why did I say dragon? Hah! As if they could exist! But then…there’s Job 41, I remember…and Revelation 12 as well…so, God could have once created them. But who’s to say they’re still around? I’m willing to believe, but I want proof. And even if Walter has something to do with dragons, I still want to go out with him. I hope he’ll come back the same as he left after he and Billy and Bonnie and Mr. Hamilton and everyone else who’s going returns from England. Though, I kind of doubt that. Maybe next time, I can go along. |
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The Legend of Shaazar Eric Olson Age: 19
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When I Died Elana Age: 12
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~ My Dragoness ~ by Tracy Cooper
I am like a dragon, Who is unlike any other creature. Seeing like a dragon, Through the darkness to the light.
Delicate skin as to scales, Protecting from wicked touches. Sensing Satan’s evil as a dragon feels a slayer’s danger, Approaching towards ones self.
Power of hands and feet like a long dragon tail and teeth, Destroying any danger that comes thy way. Burning passion like the fire of a dragon’s fire breathing, To praise the Lord with all thy heart.
Spreading thy arms unto the Lord like wings soaring through the sky, A faith that keeps unto thee Lord.
Compare myself to thy magnificent
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A Dragon's Wait by A. B. Clark We pray to thee Maker above God of peace, mercy and of love As now we take our leap of faith To flee our fate by hand of wraith Guide us now as dragons we are Turned to men and scattered afar And through the years we wait on thee Our Father, God eternally Until the time you have deemed fit We wait on thee, patiently sit Until the time has come about And we return as dragons out From flesh to scale return we then When redeemed we are, free of sin And unto heaven shall we go Forever we, the Father know |
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Dragons By :Renae Chrystal - Age 14 With breath of fire And songs of flame Dragons soar throughout the sky With claws that quickly maim.
The scales that flash The widespread wings The spirit deep within them holds The joy that makes them sing.
Their jaws of strength The teeth they wield The might in every bone of steel Sends knights behind their shields
Though strength resides in every limb Gentleness lays there too Dragons can be nice to some But kill without a clue.
Kindness and love Strength and a bane Dragons are a special friend That few are allowed to claim. |
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More Than
Sorry
By:
Hannah - Age 12
Chapter
1:
Billy
Billy
was sitting in his room, thinking about how nothing had gone right in
the last few days. 'Hannah has been kid-napped and taken miles
away... and I can't go to help her because it IS a trap. All of our
friends and family have been hurt, and I can't do anything.' he
thought as he sat down. 'This is all Joe's fault, he didn't have to
trust David...'
Billy
knew that there was danger... he had the gift to sense it... but who
was in danger? Bonnie... Walter... Hannah... Clefspeae... Hartanna?
Or was it himself? He tried to ignore it, but it was blaring
'DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!'. He knew that his sense was always right,
but couldn't bring himself to get off the bed. 'If I don't get up,
I'll be easy prey for a dragon slayer...' So he sat up and headed
toward the door. His hand was inches from the door knob... when it
suddenly flew away. Billy knew that this was not a good sign... he
was SUPPOSE TO be home ALONE. He glanced upward, only to see Joe, the
person he despised more than anyone... perhaps even David, Devin and
Morgan. It was all Joe's fault... his fault his loved ones were
hurt... his fault Hannah was so far away.
"Hello, Billy," Joe said, "why don't you invite me in."
"Where? The house? OH! Wait! You're all ready in the house! Well,
you can't come in my room..."
"Well, how could a DEAD man keep me from entering?" asked Joe, with an
evil twinkle in his eye.
Billy's eyes grew huge. Joe wouldn't do that... would he? And why
did he want in his room so badly? Then it hit him... the Candlestone.
It was in a case in his room, the key to the case on his necklace.
Joe was helping the Force of Three! Billy knew he was helping
David... but Devin and Morgan? Joe had got himself in DEEP...
Joe
pulled out a gun and pointed it to his head. "Any last words?"
"Bonnie will get you for this... the Force of Three will pay."
"The
Force of Four." he said, and pulled the trigger. Billy collapsed and
lay breathless. Joe stooped down and collected the key off of Billy's
necklace. He walked over to the box and opened it. He grabbed the
stone and ran off.
When
Billy's mother, sisters and Bonnie got home, they called "Billy!" but
they got no answer. They all went to his room and saw him. There was
blood everywhere. They all began to cry... for Billy and for the
Dragons.
Chapter
2:
Bonnie
Bonnie wiped the tears from her eyes. Billy was really gone... and
the story of his death may never be told... and the prophecy will
never be fulfilled. She searched his room and found that the
Candlestone was gone... she knew it had to be the Force of Three.
To be
continued...
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Look to the Leviathan by Zilla Tatsushin
Who has made this dragon born, Of sea and born of flame? Who has made the ferocious beast? Canst thou speak his name?
Lookest thou upon the beast Which makes the seas to boil And bringeth out the fear of man Who in his fields must toil
Canst thou drag him from the depths? Or through his nostrils pierce? Canst thou touch him with thy hand? Or soothe his temper fierce?
Look thou, men, into the seas To see the breath of fire The dragon stirs and churns the seas And relishes in his ire.
Nothing is like him on earth Or in the abyss, the sea The proud king of the ocean depths Who ignores the human plea
Canst thou tame him for thy girls? Or pierce his leath’ry skin? To which the stones upon the earth Feels as dust in the wind.
Who has made this dragon born Of sea and born of flame? Who has made the ferocious beast? Canst thou speak his name?
The sword doth break upon his neck His thrashing breakest the earth And scales like daggers, sharper still Are lined along his girth
With shining jaws the dragon comes To feed upon his pray Look thou now into its eyes Which shine far brighter than day
One fast as he ye shall not find For upon the glistening sea The dragon leaves and brilliant wake Of white for all to see
Canst thou find one such as he The dragon in the deep? Canst thou stand before his might Or stir him whilest he sleeps?
Who has made this dragon born Of sea and born of flame? Who has made the ferocious beast? Canst thou speak his name?
Name of God is scrolled there on The dragon’s great design And who can stand against the might Of a God who’s e’er Divine? |
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Bonnie By Lydia Joy Nickerson
A breeze whips through the air Ruffling her wings and hair Sitting so alone, so peaceful A perfect Angel for God to care
‘Will he ever know?’ She asks ‘The Christ I know that helps all tasks ‘The Christ who loves and cares for me, ‘God will be there if he only asks.’
A single tear glistened in her eye She knows someone who would and did die For her sins and the sins of her friend ‘If only he would listen.’ Came the sigh
Hidden Wings only seen at night Fly above the clouds and out of sight Prayers go unheard except by God A bond of love ever so tight.
‘He will know about the Lord, ‘He will know the truth about Gods word ‘I will show him the path ‘But, he must follow it to see his Lord’ |
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The Cost of victory By Melissa Keller - Age 14
Twas a mighty battle, between my foe and I Lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the darkening sky I fought for victory I fought for truth, He fought for greed and things uncouth
All around us a battle did rage, People of all ranks knight, peasant, page. Oblivious to the armies that clashed nearby, The once dusty ground was no longer dry.
My enemy seemed tireless our fight wore on, The earth was stained with the blood of the fallen. My blade gleamed as I gave a mighty thrust, It shone in the light with not a speck of rust.
Sweat began to pour down my face, My muscles ached and my heart did race. The sounds of battle rang in my ears, As swords clashed and men fought their fears.
I knew this fight could not be lost, But I realized that freedom also came with a cost. My opponent was a formidable foe, He was clad in black armor from head to toe
Suddenly his blade bit deep into my arm, It burned like fire and did me much harm. At this point I almost yielded, For it seemed as if all my hope had faded.
Jesus, I cried guide my hand, Alone I cannot save this land. My men fought on as the army of the light, We had to defeat the shadow warriors of night.
I shook off my fear and stood erect, For the freedom of my country I would strive to protect. With every ounce of strength that I still had, I fought against a man, who with hate had gone mad,
I readied myself for a final strike, Though I had no shield, mace, or pike. From my throat came a battle cry, I charged and raised my sword up high.
I was surprised to feel my blade meet a solid form, I knew when he died his men would mourn. I smote my enemy and struck him down, His blood pooled on the muddy ground.
Though he was stricken he was not yet dead, A stinging pain in my side filled me with dread. I gasped in pain and searched for my wound, It was then I knew that I was doomed.
His mighty weapon had bitten deep, I realized my life I now could not keep. My head felt light and I began to sway, As my life blood dripped away.
I sank to my knees and uttered a cry, As I stared up at the stormy sky. A deep darkness seemed to cover me, Surely I was dead or soon to be.
Death came close and approached my slowly, It caressed my cheek but ever so gently. I almost wished Death would take me away, But then I saw angels in a wonderful array.
It was then that I realized that my time was not done, Death turned from me and away it did run. After that all I saw was light, And soon I beheld a glorious sight.
The Black Knight’s armies retreated with haste, While the side I fought for did give a great chase. Slowly I rolled over and got to my feet, We had gained a victory not suffered a defeat.
I smiled as clouds gave way to the sun, We had fought for the light and we had won! |
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Dragon Dance By Melissa Keller - Age 14
A flash of gold a streak of blue, A whirl of greens and crimson hues.
Scales that sparkle like the sun on the seas, And wings that carry them higher than the trees.
Claws like spears and teeth like swords, And a tail like a thousand strong oaken boards.
Though they walk on the land and swim in the sea, It is in the air they wish to be.
Their hearts yearn for the freedom of the skies, And when they fly the air rings with their happy cries.
Twisting and turning through the air, The dragons are joyful and free of cares.
When dragons consent to give you a ride, Anyone who says it is dull has lied.
For fine battle mounts dragons make, Carrying knights for their country’s sake.
Their scales provide a natural armor, Protecting them from arrows and blows like a hammer.
Often if you see two of them in the night sky, Alone together side by side.
They begin a dance so wonderful, It surrounds your heart like a blanket of wool.
They perform their magical aerial ballet, Regardless of who will watch and stay.
By the light of the moon and the stars that do shine, More precious than the stones you find in a mine.
Is the dance of two dragons up high in the sky, It is all so wonderful no one dares to ask why. |
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Wild Wonder By KC Pronto - Age 15 There are things of wild wonder, as frosted blue ice, As flames in the dew fashioned by the sun's light, As grass tall and slender, waves breaking the breeze, Yes things of wild wonder, are things such as these. There are things of wild wonder as mist drifting ‘round, As crimping of wet soil when one treads the ground, As moon rays and star flecks, and thin, tender leaves, Yes things of wild wonder are things such as these. There are things of wild wonder, as foxfire and gold, As migrating birds when the flock flees the cold, As raindrops and sunsets, and canyons shock red, Yes things of wild wonder are these I have said. But wonder beheld me a new kind of flair, When walking one day on the beach I saw there- A tall, sheening lizard with wings twice his size, Beaded with rainmist and flashing blue eyes. His scales bore a pattern of sparkling green, That began at his snout and branched out like a stream. It flowed down his back, then it closed at the tail. His long, lethal claws were as dull, fractured shale. He stood as a pillar, just gazing at me, Then lowered his nose to the lime, rippled sea. He snapped up his head and the water flowed down, Down his back with a sploosh wetting sand all around. The next time he did it he bellowed a call, And another came faintly, near nothing at all, The dragon lept for'ds and was caught in the waves, I watched his tail vanish to undersea caves. There are things of wild wonder as flames of a fire, As eagles and kestrels and flags on a spire, But nothing so wondrous have I yet beheld, As such God has hidden beneath ocean's swells. |
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Crushed
by ELF
Once subjecting myself
To games unfair
Tauting, fooling, dancing in
Unmatched pair
Harmony nary exist
As long as I live in
Unapparent bliss
For I flourish
Nay, I have not riches
Nor do I need them
I have breath, nourishment, a place to
sleep
And in turn to God a prayer I send
I seem to be contented
Though you'd never know
My heart is a squishy patch to walk on
And not one seed will grow
Until we meet our soul's intended
Toil in despair will we
Not a speck of hope in sight
Until we come to see
But how are you blind,
When you don't open your eyes to see?
How are you deaf
When your ears are closed to trust and
belief
Nothing will flourish
Not a drop of rain
Until you learn to let go
Of all the pain
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Raptured By Jared Wood, age 18 Today is the Day that I say, "Come home and be with Me, "there are so many things to see. "I will take you from this place, "and you will see My face. "You will be with Me for all time, "trust Me - you won't need any dimes." But there are those left down there going on without a care. They do not know My love for them all, and I know many will hear My call. But today is the Day that I say, "Come and be Raptured!" |
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Beneath the Starry Nighttime
Sky Christopher Brooks Hunter - Age 14
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Renewed Hope Tina Cox - Age 24
Fallen
into the mists of an eternal abyss,
searching
my soul for love untold,
tangled
webs of hate and desire,
seer my
flesh, burn like fire.
I feel my
way through the blackness,
hoping and
praying to find a way out,
minutes
turn to hours, hours into days,
I've lost
my hope, given into self-doubt.
Sitting in
silence,
I peer
within,
looking
for answers,
I don't
know where to begin.
A faint
light in the distance,
I stumble
in pain,
the light
disappears,
my efforts
in vain.
Weary from
hunger,
I collapse
to the floor,
and dream
pleasant memories,
held deep
in my core.
I awake in
my room,
shaken
with fear,
staring at
loved ones,
the ones
I've held dear.
My fever's
broken,
my
temperature's down,
filled
with new HOPE,
I turn my
life around.
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Dragons in our Midst Gabrielle Schultz - Age 13
Soaring on leather wings of gold Riding on waves of air Gracefully waving its neck to and fro My dragon comes to meet me here.
Golden scales as bright as the sun Tail being as long as three trees I know Claws as shining as fresh ivory Coming to carry me home.
I sit upon my dragon as it flies o’er the skies Watching the scenery flash by below Feeling the rush of the cold air on my bare face My dragon taking me home.
My flying steed lands with a thump! And with a whoosh! Of wings While I dismount in front of a large cave Looking up, I see the mountain I live in My dragon, flying toward it with glee.
A mystery is ever present among the world of men Are dragons real, or stuff of ancient myths I believe in dragons almost more than anything For what’s there without dragons in our midst? |
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I Love and Believe in Him
By Erin Armstead
When I feel Your embrace
I know I'm safe
Your words comfort me
As nothing else could possibly
Everyone needs a smile
Every once in a while
Every heart needs a hug
From the outside (and) in
Love
Is not something to take lightly
Love
Is the thing that keeps us going
My heart is the thing that throbs
within me
That keeps my blood flowing
And my soul open to Love,
Hope, and Joy
Everything I say and do,
Lord I want to worship You
My heart my soul
Will always, forever, belong to You
Nothing else can possibly compare
To You
All I do
Is of Your will
Smiles help us shine
Physically from the inside
With You by our side(s)
There's a way to be a light to all
Lord, I come to worship You
In everything I do and say
In everything I do today
I pray
Today
All I need is You
Every day
That's all I need
I live
Because of You
Oh, yes
I know it's true
I've been raised to believe in You
You are the King of Light and Dark
All things bows down to You
As You call them to do Your will
But now I know
With sword in hand
I can never be struck down
Because I'm not a human man
And my time has not come yet
To meet You
There is a sweetness
In this truth
Because no one can stop me
From spreading Your word
And always being
Yours on earth as in heaven
You are my safe haven
Now I feel like a proper
Weak little maiden
Compared to You
Now I realize
That You bestow upon me
The great honor of Your sword arm
And wielding Your truth
We triumph over all
You put Your trust in me
And I feel so wonderful
That someone as powerful as You
Knows me so well
This is a lengthy poem
But I feel that I must say
My Lord, I want to praise You
All of my days
Lord, I come to worship ye
With all that I have
Can the reader of this poem see
My praise for You?
Lord I want to know what You know
The truth of all my love
Dear Savior that I adore
I love You more than life
Throughout my time
I live through strife
Still there's You
And You survive beyond all
You created us
You love us
And protect us
Some of us
Know You love us
But it's not all about us
It's about You
Everything
Is all about You
Fate itself always bows down
To Your will
It's like something I should have
realized
But the Light only just came to my eyes
The life of all things
Has nothing to bring
Worthy of You
And we know this is true
The end is near
Of this poem
But You will never end
And as long as we believe
Neither shall we
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How To Love Waterfall's Daughter
God is the rock of salvation Redeemer and friend The power that holds All life in His hand
All ye small creatures Bow down before He The King of all nations Creator of you and me
He surrounds us with His mighty Shield of Faith Harm cannot befall us; We have been given the Sword of Truth
All around me I see The power of Your will You created all the Earth Who is to say You cannot destroy it?
There will be a second Savior Who will save us all Cry out to Him And pray for this Messiah Everybody knows The world is soon to end Sparkling stones lures the poor; Flesh can tempt the man that has all Except the vision of love Now everybody knows That when we see Him We will not be afraid Of what is to come And we will not be deceived
Love is waiting Beyond the horizon But we will not find it Until our mission is finally done Then we will be received as equals By the Master of All
He will teach us to Trust and hope For all eternity There will be no more tears And we will learn to Love |
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Creatures - Click Here Holly - Age 12
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