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.