This is not a story.

But it's about stories...
Meet my (Heather) most recent mixed media piece:

Hannat, The Redeemed (The Seven)

Hannat, the Redeemed

I begin to open my eyes, but it's quite strenuous. I feel great, aching pain

All over my body. My legs, torso, arms, back, and head feel like they're on

Fire.... Why?.... Oh wait. That's right. I'm being tortured. Why is that again?

Oh, right. I'm a criminal.

The Grace of a King

The Grace of a King - Vorylin

I was born a prince; an inheritor to my father's land.

I was raised by my father, my mother, and the royal counselors and I became

A fair-headed, aspiring man. I was taught everything there was to learn

About the kingdom I would soon come to reign over. I was instructed in the

Ways of mathematics, reading and writing of scripture, commerce,

Geography, history, philosophy, alchemy, governing, empire, architecture,

Religion, and chivalry. With this knowledge I had accrued, I sought to be

A ruler of and for the people. I wanted to bring the kingdom into a golden age in which

My children would succeed me and continue my work.

The Power

The Power -Vorylin

Life is a powerful force. Life is a never-ending cycle. Death is not the end; if it were, the laws of the universe itself are violated and irreconcilable, but this is not so. What is created cannot be destroyed. There is always continuation. Death is part of such a continuation.

There are two men, on opposite sides of the world, close to death themselves. One is on his deathbed, surrounded by warmth, his dear family, and his beloved friends. The other man, however, is lying on the ground on a snowy path in the mountains; he's mortally wounded in his left leg, bleeding from his femoral artery. He is surrounded by Indian, Pakistani, and Nepalese men that were sojourning with him in the Himalayas. The two men had not much in common let alone knew one another, but there's one thing they shared. They both spoke these exact same words to those around them at the exact same time:

Cold

_{Cold - Vorylin}

_{I am louder than a bitter roar.}

_{The lower I am, the higher I soar.}

Heat

Heat -Vorylin

I am more silent than a sweet calm.

I am the bringer of the sweat on your palm

And the inspirer of many a psalm.

Voice of Love

 

When most people see a teenage girl, they think that she can't know real pain; she hasn’t lived long enough to know pain. However, it is not just outside pain: it's the inside pain. It's the hurt they can't see. Those little voices in your head that tell you you're not good enough or not pretty enough… they are the cause of more pain than anyone can realize. Those little voices, if validated, can be deadly. Many hear the voices, but can pretend. Many can fight, it but there is only one way to beat them. That is where our story begins.

 

            She sat in the darkness so no one would see her cry. She cried in the darkness so no one would know her pain. She didn't want anyone to know her pain because they couldn't possibly understand. No one could understand why she hurt so badly. No one could hear the voices in her head, the voices that she fought every day. No one knew what she had to do just to get through every day, or the lies she told herself to feel better, or the smiles she had to force. With every day the voices got louder and meaner. Then one day, she heard another voice much softer than the rest, but the more she listened the louder it got. "I'm here my daughter." it said. The other voices seemed afraid of the new voice. They shrank back and quieted. "I am so glad you are finally hearing me my beloved child." The voice washed over her like a refreshing wave. It warmed her to the core. "My child, I have waited so long for you to hear my voice, and now the time has come. You have been called. I have a plan for your life. You are loved so much more than you could ever know. If you ever feel so unloved again just remember my name, for I have loved you all your life and will love you until the end of your days." It was Him, the Creator, and He loved her. He had a plan for her. Everything the voices had been telling her was a lie. She now had true happiness. She no longer cried in the dark, she was no longer in pain, and the smiles were no longer forced.

 

            She served the One True King for the rest of her life. Because she fought and won, she was able to help others beat the voices. Until the end of her days He was by her side. She never forgot the voices, and they never stayed away, but as long as she remembered that He was there they never stayed for long.

NEEDTOBREATHE - "Difference Maker" [Official Audio]

This song is amazing! I heard them preform it live and..... wow..... just wow! i just makes me smile and maybe eve cry a little, because the message of this song is so powerful. And you can tell they believe in the message when they sing the song. I need to leave because I am shaking right now. This is fantastic!!!!

Something to Consider

The following is the first piece from our newest member, Vorylin


Something to Consider

Element-ary

Daylight faded to utter blackness seeping out the last reserves of her strength. The light, the heat died. A cold laugh pierced the air, chilling her to the bone.
"Puny child! You thought you could fight me?

An Untitled Winter Flash Fiction from Winter Hill

       The snow falls silently as I sit under the tree shuffling my feet in front of me. I put the book of poems beside me and rub my hands together and blow into them. I pick the book up, because my hands feel empty with out it. I lean my head against the tree watching my breath fog. Something about that makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.

An old, old story.

Heather's Piece...       

      "I love to tell the story, 
   for those who know it best 
 seem hungering and thirsting 
 to hear it like the rest."

Winter. The very word whispers of soft, crystal snowflakes and crisp, gray winds. Under the subtlest of mention, we understand the implied affect. The stories beneath it lie dormant through months of heat and rain and decay and growth, waiting patiently to be resurrected and retold to the eager ears of a hungry generation. Each ear that hears, and heart that feels, and eye that sees, is then in turn burdened with the story and the command to tell it again. But if you have known the story, and are a bearer of the mission, then you know that it is no grievance. It is joy in the simple retelling, and bounties more in the story itself.

Introducing..... NEW CONENT!!! *yay*

Hello there!
A belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you!
I am exceedingly pleased to announce to you that we will be posting some new content this week!
*hooray for getting things done!*
Please enjoy the posts to come, as we have enjoyed making them.
They are all flowing along the theme of-
wait-

....
no, I won't tell you here.
You'll figure it out...

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