Prayer Request

Speaking of cancer...:o(

I bet some of you have heard of Sydney Ives. She's a ten year old girl diagnosed with brain cancer, and though it looked like she was getting better for a while, the doctors have now given her 2-3 weeks to live. Her aunt goes to my church and is my Sunday school teacher. They're having a really hard time with it. Sydney was named Icehog for a day, taken to Six Flags America, and given a puppy, all things she wanted to do. She says she is ready to die and be with Jesus, so please pray that her family would recieve her peace and that maybe, God would do a miracle.

Stuff of the Week

Chapter Two
The Circle of Music

Serelana gazed at the setting sun with swirling dark blue eyes. Her hair fell across her slim, finely chiseled face. The young elf did not think she was pretty. But in truth, with the pink light of the sun setting her face aglow, she looked like a princess. Her hair, through it had not been washed recently, fell over her shoulders in a golden waterfall. A few stray fronds were circled over her pointed ears. Her skin, as the sun shone down on it frequently, was of a creamy light tan, not too dark for her hair, but not to light either.
Serelana took a step over the crest of the hill until she could see what was below her. And although she had seen the same sight once every moon-day since she had been conceived, it yet took her breath away.
Scores of tall, green-clad elves stood in a circle. In the middle of the circle was an elegant chair carved from pine wood. The decorations were that of elven princes, evil creatures, and stunning princesses. Sitting on the throne-like seat was the Lord of Lyres. Serelana’s eyes riveted on his rich green cloak that fell like a graceful waterfall over his slender body. His face was thin and noble-looking, and a pair of warm eyes roved the clearing.
But the elves were only half of what dazzled Serelana. In each one’s hand was a finely tuned, golden lyre. The instruments glistened in the setting sun, reflecting all colors of red, pink, yellow, and orange. Their silver strings vibrated like the ripples of a lake.
A young elven youth peered up from the crowd and spotted Serelana, then bounded up the cliff with her long legs. “Serelana!”
“Alamyre! There you are!”
The girl called Alamyre reached the cliff, bringing with her the scent of flowers, grass, and the sun. She snaked her arm around Serelana’s and chirped, “Isn’t this beautiful?”
“I love watching it.” Serelana glanced at her best friend, whose flaming red hair always seemed to be in perfect waves down her back. Alamyre’s cream-colored complexion was the envy of every elf maiden, except Serelana. The golden-locked elf paid hardly any attention to her looks, and therefore envied other things, such as athletic skills and strength.
Alamyre turned and fixed Serelana with her sparkling emerald eyes and tugged on her arm lightly. “I think Viciin is ready to start.” The elven girl motioned to where the Lord of Lyres rose regally from his throne and raised his arms up elegantly. Immediately everyone was quiet. Alamyre and Serelana scurried down the crest of the hill into the crowd, where they crouched on the edge with the others who had come merely to listen.
“Noble elves!” Viciin voice boomed through the clearing, and as Serelana looked up she realized that his lips were still. He’s talking to us through our minds! Serelana gulped. An elf like Viciin would never tamper with the thoughts of others, but it still made her nervous that he had access to her private feelings and desires.
“This day we have assembled on the hill, as is customary every round of the moon. Tonight, the moon is full,” Viciin gestured to where an orb of silver had begun to climb in the sky, “and elves from our fair meadows are here to begin the twilight song. The song that lays the mother bird to rest. The song that lulls the chirp of a cricket. The song that draws the moon from her cove and sets her free to bathe us with her enchanting light.” Viciin’s voice deepened. “We gather to strum on the lyres!” Serelana closed her eyes as a faint thrum of music began to rise.
“We gather to make elven music!”
The thrum grew louder, filling everyone in the clearing with the steady rhythm.
“We gather to… sing!” Viciin let his tone skyrocket to its limit, and the hum of the music climbed upward rapidly. Serelana lifted her eyelids in bliss. The music touched her inner being, throbbing, caressing, lilting, as it radiated from the hill and into the forest beyond. It seemed to move on its own, each crystallized note sounding clear and pristine in the air. Just when the elf thought that if she were any fuller of it, she would explode for joy, the male elves began joining their voices. The deep, almost eerie song mingled with the lyre notes and seemed to burst the limit. Then the women took part, their soft voices adding the unconceivable perfection to the song. Serelana swayed in her stance with happiness. Her eyes sparkled of a light blue hue as she gazed at the setting sun, and for the first time since her parents had left her as a child, she felt truly and irrevocably happy.

Joke of the Week

Three blondes were trapped in the desert, walking around and trying to find a way out. One of them finds a magic lamp and rubs it, and out pops a gene. "I will give you each one wish", the gene boomed. the first blonde wished to be smart, so the gene made her a brunette. the second blonde wished to be even smarter, so the gene made her a redhead. The third blonde wish to be smarter than the brunette and redhead put together, so the gene turned her into an...*ugh*...man.

Told ya' it was a guy joke. Hated telling it...NOT true, by the way.

Story of the Week

Ummerererer...garr...here's one from our church, a "GOD" story.

A man at our church was diagnosed with colon cancer. It was completely unexpected and a huge shock; this man was merely in his fifties and very healthy. He was given one to two years to live. Everyone prayed and fasted. This man was a very, VERY true Christian, and he told everyone he was ready if God called him. He worked with orphans, rescue missions, and mission trips everywhere, and the work he accomplished in God's name was amazing. He developed double vision as a side effect of his cancer, and he lost his appetite. The doctors said he was destined for death.

Then, one night, this man woke up in the middle of the night and his double vision had improved. He went back to bed, and woke up again and it was gone. The next day he visited the doctors, and when they scanned his body they found NO TRACE of the illness. Even the tentacles were gone. What had been stage four cancer is now completely vanished, and God has done a miracle.

Elf Story

Well, it's four votes for the elf story and none for the mermaid story, so it's pretty much decided. Trash Kesara, enter the Evlen Meadows! Don't ask me WHY it's called 'A World in a Pine Tree'; when I began the story it was pure inspiration, and the name stuck. It has nothing to do with pines or whatnot, but it's something I can refer to the script by.

A World in a Pine Tree
Copyright © 2009 by FLAMESTAR(ad-libbed fro my real name)
All rights reserved

Elven eye colors:
Light green: Content
Medium Green: Weepy
Dark Green: Mysterious
Light Blue: Joyful
Medium Blue: Slightly unsteady or nervous
Dark Blue: Longing
Light purple: Sinister
Medium Purple: Romantic
Dark Purple: Disgusted
Light Amber: Terrified
Medium Amber: Wistful
Dark Amber: Hurt/Offended deeply
Light Pink: Energized
Medium Pink: Angry
Hot Pink: A stage of smoldering fury, hot enough to burn or even mortally
wound the elf entertaining it. It is an extremely rare circumstance that elves feel this anger.

Prologue

In a clearing shrouded by unnatural mist, a creature stood hunched over in agony. Its silhouette could scarcely be seen in the moonless night. No owls hooted, no wolves howled. The only sound was the sound of a strange, bitter weeping.
The creature clutched a pair of bony hand-like objects to its torso and sent out a magical transmission from its brain into the cloudy night. The words, not spoken, but heard, echoed around the Valley of Suffering. Hearing the feeble, heart-wrenching cry, in mere moments more forms appeared on the hills circling the valley. They raised their strangely toned heads and emitted high-pitched sounds of no explainable emotion. The creature in the valley raised its head slowly, and in a pair of murky eyes shone the deepest hatred ever imagined. Far away, the surface of a legendary watching pool began to stir.

Chapter One
Sunlight Golden, Sunlight Yellow

Serelana galloped over the vibrant green hills, her long legs causing her to flash by in a blur. The young girl reached down with a white-skinned slender arm and ran it along the turf. When she returned it to her side, a jumble of Periahs, the sky-blue and lavender swirled cup-like flowers that dotted the greenery, were clutched in it. The elf laughed; a merry, chiming sound that rang under the brilliant sun.
Not far away through a porthole in a knotted old oak, a middle-aged maiden carefully tilted the fire-stick where brown nuts dangled by a thread, roasting them to a warm deliciousness. The woman straightened and wiped her equally brown hands on her homey apron and began humming a bouncy tune. Her eyes, chocolate brown and warm, were set in a slightly lighter shade of gentle face. Her hair was neatly compacted in a worn piece of fabric that tied it up each day. As the little tune she entertained hit the air, it took on words.
Roasting nuts on toasty fires
While elves in the distance string on lyres
Sunlight golden, sunlight yellow
Flowers bright and flowers mellow
Whilst elven children run and play
My world is perfect this fine day

The fire crackled warningly and the woman removed the nuts quickly, allowing them to roll off the stick into a clay bowl. Suddenly a whoosh of breeze buffeted the little hollow and Serelana was at the doorway, luminous green eyes sparkling and golden hair falling over her shoulders. She stalked in and fingered one of the sprigs of Periah vines that wound around a cream-colored candle. “What’s for the noonday meal Rinana?” Rinana bustled about, reaching into a cupboard built into the oak wood for a dish and answered, “See for yourself!”
Serelana walked jauntily up to the table and inhaled the scent. “Mmmm!” The spread on the table was fantastic. Fresh Ziggian leaves, a plant that had a tangy, sweet flavor, in a salad of boiled roots. A fish, seasoned with Periah (the main staple in many decorations and foods) petals, still sizzling from the fire, was stretched out. A fruit salad also presided. Many of the fruits were profits of trades made with the Northern Region natives. There were multiple seasonings spread across the table. A bowl of the tasty brown nuts was for desert, along with a bowl of sweet cream that had been sucked from the rare Cornilda flower. Serelana licked her lips with a surprisingly pink tongue as Rinana scolded, “Now go wash up, you’ve been scooting around the fields all day and look a mess!”
“Rinana, this is what I prefer to look like!”
“Nonsense. This very second, now go!” Rinana’s eyes, kind but firm, turned on Serelana and she reluctantly obliged, not wanting anything to ruin this exceptionally perfect day. Leaping out of the tree with her lithe body and landing soundlessly on the cool grass, Serelana waded into the little brook that ran along nearby. The water was cool and refreshing on her skin as she scooped some with her hands and splashed it on a smudged face. The young maiden’s green eyes faded to light blue, as they were accustomed to do when she was joyfully content. And seldom was she.
The elven girl rarely had anything to be content about. Her parents were both off battling an unknown force that no one mentioned or agreed to let her in on. All she had been able to pick up was that it was threatening her home dearly. That was the trouble with the Elven Meadows, she often pouted, the security was too tight for her to learn anything of her parents’ whereabouts. But Serelana was considerably lucky in having Rinana around to care for her. The wonderful old woman was a friend of her father’s, and had readily packed up her meager belongings and moved to the old oak tree.
Serelana’s eyes deepened in their blue shade as she wove between the slender branches, her elven body moving like twine. Her blonde-golden hair was thick and bouncy, and she swiped it from her face as she entered the little house. Rinana plopped and clay plate of succulent foods in front of her and the young elf’s eyes sparkled as she sat down cross-legged on a cushion made from intricately woven grasses; the elves refused to hunt for anything other than food, therefore the beds and seats were anything but animal hide. Serelana smacked her lips in enjoyment after downing the cream and brought her head up with a white smear on her chin.
“That was delicious Rinana!”
The old elf’s eyes glowed as she replied briskly, “Thank you. Now, hurry up and go or you’ll miss the twilight lyres!”
“Alright, I’m going.” Serelana adjusted her green tunic and earthy brown leggings before skipping out the porthole in a flash of blonde hair and twinkling eyes. Rinana listened for any noise, but the elven maiden made no sound as she bounded across the hill and over the crest, heading for the Circle of Music.

Much better. :oP

Joke-of-the Week

Mr Lego Guy and Jared Loucks are going to KILL me through the computer, but this one I can't resist. Phoenix told this one on her blog a LONG time ago.

Three men came to a river that was fast, wide, and deep. The first man knelt on the bank and said, "Lord, give me the strength to cross this river." He swam a third of the way across, then drowned. The second man knelt and said, "Lord, give me the endurance to cross this river." He swam halfway, then drowned. The third man watched, knelt down, and prayed, "Lord, give me the INTELLIGENCE to cross the river." So the Lord changed him into a woman, she read the map, went down to the bridge, and was across in two minutes.

Story-of-the-Week

Grr. I need to tell stories from my dad's Voice of the Martyrs magazine or something...here.

On a very hot day in a country unnamed, a Muslim official went down to the river to bathe. As he striped his clothes and waded in, he spotted a Christian baptism taking place behind some bushes close by. The Muslim resolved to finish his swim, then arrest the pastor and believers. The sun beat down on the back, so the water was a refreshing change. After he had completed his bath, he began to wade back to his clothes that hung securely from a bush. Suddenly, a huge gust buffeted the river out of nowhere, and the official's clothes went sailing downstream. He shouted and chased after them, but the wind did not die down until almost a mile away were he picked them up from the water, grumbling. When he returned to the original place of his bath, the Christians were gone and he had no way of finding them.

Hiya!

Yeah, I haven't been posting in a while, apart from my _____ of the Week stuff, so...

How IS everyone? lol. Oh yeah, and I'm thinking of trashing the Mermaid story as my Story of the Week, because honestly it needs work. I have an elf story that's going really well, so what does everyone think about switching? Vote in the poll...