a horror story

in the eerie blackness of night under a starless sky, the young teenager blindly led her dog into the darkness to do, you know, dog business. the naive and wistful puppy frolicked around on the grass, grabbed a stick and ran with it. the oblivious teen (not in the mood to play games) pulled the dog to within reach and tried to rip this foreign substance from his iron jaws. but upon TOUCHING it and closer examination of this strange object...

it was a rat. he ate it. the end

i hope none of you will have nightmares because i know i will

i wish i had wildly curly hair that was hard to contain. something about myself that said strong willed and unpredictable. maybe even red

les miserables

The man took three steps, and came near the lamp which stood on the table. "Stop," he exclaimed; as if he had not really been understood, "not that, did you understand me? I am a galley-slave -a convict- I am just from the galleys." He drew from his pocket a large sheet of yellow paper, which he unfolded. "There is my passport, yellow as you see. That is enough to have me kicked out wherever I go. Will you read it? I know how to read, I do. I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those who care for it. See, here is what they have put in the passport: 'Jean Valjean, a liberated convict, native of ____,' you don't care for that, 'has been nineteen years in the galleys; five years for burglary; fourteen years for having attempted four times to escape. This man is very dangerous.' There you have it! Everybody has thrust me out; will you receive me? Is this an inn? Can you give me something to eat, and a place to sleep? Have you a stable?"

"Madam Magloire," said the bishop, "put some sheets on the bed in the alcove."

book

i'm going to write a book one day. and it won't be an autobiography because i'm way too boring but it won't be completely fictional because those are only read for fun and i want people to sit up at night reading this book, miss meals and disregard their friends and be so enveloped by it that they can't rest until they've read every word and probably cry a lot and laugh a lot and probably half the time they won't even know what in the world i'm talking about but they'll love to read it anyway

i hope it's one of those books that people will study in their youth groups and pass around their book clubs and give to their daughters and granddaughters for christmas. i hope it makes people listen louder and speak a little softer, i hope it draws them to the sunrise early in the morning and to their bibles late at night when the world is quiet. i hope somebody will write a song about it or paint a picture about it or pray a special prayer because of that book. i hope somebody will let go a little easier or hold on through the fiercest storm. i hope it makes people care about something more than they've ever cared about anything in their lives. i hope it makes them live loud and love deep.

i think i overestimate myself. i get so frustrated with life because i think that i should be doing something more influential and dramatic than completing my senior year of high school in small town alabama but maybe i will always be searching for something bigger. i want to be big. i am so little.

i like to think that God gave me this special anxiety because He has something planned. something in my timeline that will fulfill my enormous desire for change and passionate living and influence, i can sense it but can't see it. or maybe while i'm on earth i will always be small. maybe i will only be big to the people i keep close, maybe i will be big to my children one day. maybe if i work hard enough God will even let me be big for Him like brave women who turn the world upside down

i have so many dreams and maybe i'm a little reckless or maybe i'm just homesick for somewhere i still haven't found yet, but when i do i'll know it and i'll probably write a book about it

can't i be at freed-hardeman yet?

i just want

to take God seriously. and for people to encourage me while doing that.