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March Madness

Yes, it’s that time of year again, when the NCAA conference tournaments and the big dance begins!…The time when legends are made, and when they are broken. I love this time of year: the time when you get to watch basketball from all over the USA; The time when you pull for your team to go all the way. My front runners are UCLA, Oregon, Kansas, UNC, Purdue, Kentucky, and others. My favorite team is Duke, but I don’t know how far they will go. The tournament is rife with rabid fans and bands at different forums and cities.
They all want to see their teams go all the way and claim the prize of national champion… All the sights and sounds and colors of uniforms of players running and sweating down the court, just to put a ball in a basket either by shot or dunk…It is an amazing time of year. I love it, and can’t get enough of it. So tune in and yell, with your favorite snack and a cold drink in hand, and catch the wonder of March madness basketball. Enjoy!

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Posted by on March 7, 2017 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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Book Review of Fatal Frost

I hate to be short but sweet, but here is a book I reviewed for Nancy Mehl called Fatal Frost. Go pick it up.

This book was well written, and an overall good book. A daughter finds out more about her father while on an FBI mission against the cartel. It has complex characters that you will fall in love with. A story of finding Christ and learning how to trust not only God, but humankind. I really enjoyed this book, and it kept the pages turning. A good read for all.

 
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Posted by on November 26, 2016 in Opinion, Stories, Uncategorized

 

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The King

We walked into the Kings court, and I was amazed at all the brilliant colors and hues of the carpets and drapes. If I just knew what I was here for, that would be great.  When a court butler pronounced, behold King Mason Stoorgard, the high king of Slavan; all bow. I bowed and then stood up staring into a kind kingly face weathered by time and age. Who do I have the privilege of meeting, boys? This is Lady Josilen. She is of the court of King and Queen Aldermeer high King and Queen of the Fey from Falders Gate. This is their daughter. Josilen stood with mouth agape for she thought her mother and father were dead and was still getting used to being a Fey princess. What does the King want with me, and can I meet my mum and da?

 
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Posted by on August 14, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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To See The King

Josilen, felt like she walked forever behind the horse and riders. She thought about what the brothers had told her, about her being Fey, as she trudged along the grassy road. Is that what i felt in my chest? like a warming experience about to explode? and what can I shift into? I was raised by an uncle, because of my parents deaths, at least that’s what I was told. Could it be that wasn’t true? could my parents still be alive?. The landscape was changing, the grass was now blue and the sky was a shade of orange. What kind of place is this and who or what lives here?. Josilen saw a castle in the distance, so this is where the king lives? she asked the brothers. Yes this is castle Robinstein in the land of Slavan.

 
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Posted by on August 12, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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Caught

Josilyn, could hear the horses hoof beats on the hardened green grass as they chased her. Her breath, growing ragged and her chest heaving from running. Finally Max and Markos chased her down. With her back to them, she felt a growing heat form in her chest. Throw the cloak over her before she tries anything. The heat in Josilyns chest was coming to a boil, ready to explode when the cloak fell over her. The heat started dissipating in her as soon as the cloak surrounded her. All right Fey what is your name? oh wouldn’t you like to know. You might as well tell us, we have ways of extracting information and it isn’t pretty. My name is Josilyn. Why do you call me a Fey? what is that some disease or something? No it is a gifted one, one who can change or shift into something else and has great powers, to change things on this plane. Well that’s not me, oh yes it is said the brothers, you just haven’t tapped into your power yet. we have to take you to the king our father, so move along.

 
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Posted by on August 11, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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Hiding

“Do not let her be harmed in any way. The king wants to see her, but be careful, for she is a fey”, said Marcos. “Father wouldn’t like that so much, and I don’t want to incur his wrath.” “Yeah, I know”, said his twin brother Max. “I was sweating like a pig, in the bush I was hiding in, afraid to stay for being found and afraid to leave in case I got caught.”
I don’t remember much of my childhood, other than what my uncle told me about how my parents died and he took me in. I had always felt different from other people, but didn’t think much of it. What is a fey? I had never heard of one. Was it a good thing, or a bad one?.
“I know she is close”, the brothers said instantaneously. “I can smell her, and I can feel her aura. Fey are dangerous, so be on the lookout.”
Inside the bush with Josilen was some kind of animal. As it stuck its head out, it was a snake! I hate snakes. “Hey, what are those bushes shaking for?”, just as josilen made a sprint for it. There she goes. They urged their steeds on with their spurs in their horse’s side.

 
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Posted by on August 10, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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The Closet

Where am I? I was in my walk-in closet when the back wall gave away. All around me is another land, another place. Mist hangs like hanging moss from a Spanish moss tree down on the bayou. I am scared but intrigued at the same time, of being who knows where. I start walking down a path as the mist curls around me like a cloak. ‘Well, Josilen, what have you done now?’, I think to myself. The mist parts when I walk down the path, making everything look clearer. I hear a horse coming down the road, its hooves making a staccato clopping noise. No, there are two horses, with men dressed in clothes from an ancient time I have never been to before. They stop right in front of the bush I hid behind. Where did she go? I know someone is here in Sklavania. I felt her presence when she came through the time portal. I try not to cry out. Are they friend or foe?

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized

 

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