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Now that Lilian had thought about it her name did seem rather odd to her. But why? It was familiar and she responded to it.. perhaps she had had a nickname… yes that was it! Loved ones used to call her lily! Dorrious and Diggory continued to escort her down several long and winding dirt roads. Many surrounded by fields and to her delight, forests!
“It is as if I had fallen into one of my dreams!” She once declared. Her escorts thought this amusing and and continued to ask her very bizzare questions like “do you put butter or jam on your toast? Both? Now do you eat it with them facing up or down?” To which she replied “up!” She thought it strange that anyone would eat their toast upside down, though secretly she wanted to try it.
They stopped once midday on the edge of a forest that had a stream conviently a short distance in. As they sat (mostly in silence, for that is what people who do not know eachother do) as they were sitting the third bizarre thing happened. “Ouch!” Lily exclaimed in alarm. “Stop that!” The two men exchanged looks “stop what lady?” “Ouch! That’s not funny!” As she drew her hand away from her head she discovered something gooey and red was sticking to it. “I’m bleeding!” at this her knights (not that she owned them, but it did seem to her they were in position to guard her.) Stood and drew their swords. “Reveal yourself villian!” Dorrious shouted. In response came the most unexpected sound: laughter, sweet melodious laughter. It was perhaps the queerest laughter Lilian had ever heard. It was undoubtly sweet, but at the end there was always something almost sour. Then came a nymph, a beautiful tree girl who was there but not. “I was only playing” the girl said, brushing a bug off her shoulder. Lilians eyes almost popped out of her head. “Playing! You made our fair lady bleed ma’am!” At this the girl bursted into giggles, light shining in her dark brown eyes. “Look again! See it is but a squished raspberry!” And indeed upon second observation it was true. Lilian laughed then, and the girl too. The girl was not a tree at all but a raspberry bush that grew wild in the forest. They introduced themselves and had a marvelous jaw (jaw is the old word for chat) as if the two had grown up together. At the end the girl showered them with a delicious lunch of berries then said farewell as the three set off again

This is my second enstallment of writing and not second guessing what a I write. it is rather fun ­čÖé


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Genevieve opened her tired, sleep-puffed, blue eyes and glanced at the clock when she awoke and was quite startled to discover that her clock read 12:45 pm. Sitting up, though still rather in a bog she got out of bed and opened her window shade. Pure yellow Minnesota sunlight flitted in and she squinted back in return. It was indeed midday and she had slept in till then!  She recalled the last time she had done such a crazed thing, it was in the northern point of Scotland and her poor 15 year old body had been trying to recoop from the stress of her first summer working at camp and then the massive troll called jet-lag. Genevieve smiled as she recalled that time she had only stayed awake maybe 5 hours total that day, sleeping in late, eating something, sleeping again, waking at dinner then a quick stroll through the clean damp air at the light house then sleeping the entire night again.
“I am not that tired.” she said to herself rather stubbornly and with that she walked into her closet to find something to wear for the day. For today she had plans, despite it being her one day off for the week, and that was to work on a skit for her churches Vacation Bible School with her dear friend Elizabeth. (Who, in fact, had already texted her that morning telling her that it was indeed a gorgeous day!) She responded cordially and told Eliza it wouldn’t be long before she was on her way. Elizabeth lived in the country and was a good 20 minutes away from any sort of town at the least. Genevieve, on that aspect (and many more) was quite jealous; for she herself was stuck in the beginning of the edge of her already large and still growing town. She could not even call it a town anymore, for it was so large and the people getting so… well I suppose the only word to describe them would be sketch, that she did not feel safe enough to even sleep with her window shade open.(for you see she slept on ground level) She doubted that she would sleep with her window shade open even if she was on the upper floor. Debating in her brain she reasoned it would be ok if perhaps she slept in the attic, but that would require her house to have an attic so there was no settling on that point.
All of this was rather rancid, but she accepted it and dreamt that one day she too, like her friend, would live in the country. Indeed the two girls that very day would laugh and perhaps dare to dream of becoming neighbors or incase some horrible circumstance turned up that they would have to live in the same house.
On her way there, Genevieve did a good deal of thinking, talking to herself and once she scolded the antique city of Belle Plaine for having two streets on the same stretch of road for having the same exact name. Eventually though, she found her way back out to the old and lovely house in which her friend lived. Elizabeth was waiting on the front step for her and laughed that Gen had almost missed her house again. They greeted each other with a warm huge and sat on the outdoor deck made by Elizabeth’s father.
It is n0t a proper visit if one simply starts jawing about business, and the two took quite a long time to make sure it was indeed a proper visit. They talked about many things, mainly catching up on the latest of their lives. Neither had that much time to call, and texting was just not the same. Though they did consent to video call every once in a great while. But there was nothing to compare to an old fashioned visit. And after a while the two went up to Elizabeth’s room and rehearsed (though mainly they just had a good jaw and looked through Eliza’s growing collection of old books) The two had many similarities in common, but the oddest one was their love of old novels. Eliza had over 15, where Gen only had about 5 or so.
After this was done they headed back downstairs and went for a walk, both taking a ripe and juicy peach for the road. The day had gotten humid while they had not noticed, but they proceeded with their walk all the same, munching on the peaches and continuing their jaw.
When the time came for Genevieve to go home she hopped into her old jeep (for she had not bothered to lock it) and waved goodbye as she backed out the drive way. To her, this was how one spent a summer’s day.

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No Second Guessing

Warning this may be horrible and full of danger and weirdness. But I am about to attempt writing with no rules, and no second guessing myself. Which means no delete bar (unless bad spelling). Here it GOES!

The door opened and out came a toad. That was the second one which had come from within her closet. Gen got up, now extremely curious and rather disturbed at the fact that there were amphibians seemingly coming from within her closet. Not to mention the fact that they could open the door. The moment she stepped towards the two green things however they turned into knights! No longer in swampy green color but in bold green and black attire. They were not sinister looking but rather pleasing and had a great ease about them. “What in the world!” She exclaimed. But it was too late, they each grabbed a hand and brought her into her closet. Though now it was no longer a closet and now she was soaked and gasping for breath as she just came up from under water. She wondered (rather foolishly for a first question) if there were aligators in this swamp as well as knight frogs. The two had not turned into frogs again but silently helped her out of the water. She did not fear this, though she had every right to. They kept leading her onward and she felt as if she knew the road she was being lead down! Indeed she may know the entire world she was in, for she felt as if she were coming home. They began to talk, and it was all charm, just as you would expect them to be. And more matter of fact than flatter. Which was well decided on their part. Had they decided to be flirtaious her red headed temper may have gotten the better of her (having a dream come true only to be spoiled by un-well bred young men is too much for a maiden to bare on any day.) “My name is Dorrious” Said the one on her left. “And mine Diggory. Please ma’am what is yours?” She hesitated, “Well mine I suppose is Lilian.” She did not know why she supposed, for her name had always been Lilian, hadn’t it?

Well it is rather late and I have work later today. I may continue I may not. We shall see.

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Genevieve sighed. But it was not an unhappy sigh, nor was it a content one. For indeed she much enjoyed finally being able to sit down and draw, as much as she liked the fact that she could listen to something while she drew. Both things she felt very blessed with.

But indeed she was not content with much of the world at the moment. Her state had been shut down for the better part of two weeks with no immediate look of resolve. Both sides of the arguement were pointing fingers and what seemed to be sitting back in arrogance while the common man suffered and had his hair turn white with stress.
For even though she was but 19, nearly every morning she would throw down the newspaper in a temper and mumble something about the current situation and worse yet, the fact the common man could not do anything about it. The fellow she worked with had made the comment that “perhaps if we turn off the cooling system in their building, then things would get resolved quicker!” She grinned and agreed.
But the government, or lack there of, was only one thing she was upset with. For sometime now she had been mulling over what the school systems taught. She had made it through high school without learning how to navigate by the sun, which plants were edible or poisonous, how to manage finances and how to see if someone was scamming someone or not. To her this was ridiculous.

“If there were a word beyond ridiculous that fit the bill I would use it.” She said to herself. She did not think the things that children learned in schools these days was wrong, not necessarily. But rather useless. She had yet to use advanced algebra in anything, or to dissect a small piglet to list off the internal organs again. (Which in that aspect, she rejoiced greatly.) But she had had to unplug a toilet, and she knew sooner or later she’d have to learn how to change a tire, and with the way things were going she was thankful her mother had taken the time to teach her how to mend clothes and do garden work.

Thinking back to high school, many times people asked what in the world would we use this for in real life? And many a time the only answer the teachers came up with was “college”. Though college was getting to be a necessity of life, and it was a real part of life, eventually one did have to graduate. She longed for schools to teach the importance of being able to speak and write well, to value helping others beyond getting ahead in the rat race, and even bring back some etiquette lessons. Not chauvinism, but respect for the opposite sex. It was essential. Today you can barely find a man to open the door for a woman, much less one who you could trust to help carry groceries to your car. That all started with respect, and society admitting there must be discipline to bear fruit.

She sighed again, much more frustrated this time. How could she turn this about? Who could she talk to? Scratching her head she thought of the possibilities and decided to have a chat with her aunt the next time she came around, then, ask if she could turn a switch she happily went back to drawing and listening to her book.

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So tonight I had gone out to my Uncle Dan’s house to have a baby shower for my cousin Jen and to see family I hadn’t seen in months.

Though I missed the shower due to lack of information I got to see my second cousin Charley. He’s the oldest boy of my cousin Sam. Charley is all energy and smiles at the age 5. Like any one in our family, he is brought up with good manners. He sat next to me during dinner and I could hardly believe how polite we raise our kids. Compared to the screeching, nagging, rude little things I have seen running around lately at grocery stores and such. I had almost decided that I did not like kids, until Charley comes in and says “yum yum yummy!” as he finishes his burger without complaint.

After dinner the youngin’s went downstairs with a few older cousins and were playing Mario Cart on the Wii. I was talking to another cousin and used the phrase “back in the day”. Charley, ever so seriously says, “I’ll be back tonight! And so will you!” It was the sweetest, most naive moment I have been witness to. I am so happy I got to see my little Charley. He even gave me a big hug before I left!

If that doesn’t take the world off your shoulders I do not know what will.

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Genevieve plopped down at her small wooden desk for the fourth time in the day. As she gazed at her computer screen and then out her bedroom window she could feel the previous day’s sun burn on her back and knees. In truth at the moment she looked more like a tomato than a human. With only her stomach, lower-back and neck unscathed. It wasn’t the fact that she minded. For in truth she minded very little. But it was her tiredness, her lonliness and her desperation for God that had her burned more than her skin.

Genevieve had acquired a summer internship at her home church for the summer and was loving it. She was pulling 50+ hour weeks on top of helping her dear friend get her wedding set up and then planning a small holiday back east to visit family and close friends. All of this left very little time for Gen to actually breathe and think, much less dance. She hadn’t been out swing dancing in over a month and she longed to do so. She longed to sit with her small group of close friends and just have a deep, heart full, replenishing, uplifting conversation like they used to last summer. She missed sitting next to Erin and Alex and just drawing, laughing and fantasizing about things that could come true, things that were unlikely┬á to come true and things that never could unless by an act of the Almighty.

In the next room her mom sat on the phone, busy and exasperated with her job once more. Her mom loved what she did, her boss was just giving her issues. Indeed there was a conflict of honor vs worldliness again and Genevieve wondered once more whether it was truly smart to not make ministry her major. It wasn’t that she was giving up on ministry (far from that! she thought with a zeal) But more it was she needed a major that was useful in and out of the world.

Which brought her to another set of things. Would getting a different degree make her less useful to God? Was it something wrong not to major in Ministry? She had thought so until she realized that there was hardly anyone in the Bible that actually had a ‘Ministry’ degree or whatever was equivalent to their time. She smirked as she wondered if maybe she should go all John the Baptist and just live in the wild by a river somewhere. That was indeed a no. But she did want to be open to God. She did want to serve Him. She sighed and supposed maybe He already knew that. She didn’t feel it at the moment. She was too tired. She had barely gotten any sleep at all this week and she still needed to write a sermon for the middle schoolers this sunday. Perhaps a nap and then the sermon.. she mused. She thought it wouldn’t hurt and quietly she slipped out of her chair, walked around her desk, turned on the Braveheart soundtrack and laid down.

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