Ralph (The Very Short Boy)

The First Chapter:
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Ralph. Ralph was not like most little boys.
He was very different. You see, Ralph was only one foot tall. He had arms like you and me. He had a head, and a nose, and feet and toes. He was just very small. Ralph had three friends, Harry, Marcus, and Bob. They never made fun of him for being short, but everyone else did. Some days Ralph would be so discouraged with their teasing that he would run into the forest, raise his arms to the sky, and cry,
"Why!? Why am I so small!"

Chapter Two:
Around that time, there was an evil man who would ride his horse with seven other men around the country. I do not mean that each man rode on a horse next to him. They actually all rode the same horse. Although I will admit, the horse was very big. These eight evil men would ride from village to village, setting houses on fire, and shooting everyone they saw. The seven partners' names were John, Jon, Jonathan, Jonny, Johny, Jonnie, and Patrick. But his name...his name was Excalibur.

Chapter Three:
It was the worst of times. All the the villages in the land had been plundered. All but Albertsville, where Ralph lived. The town waited anxiously for the raiders to plunder the place they called home. Excalibur and his associates came in the dead of night. The village was asleep. Ralph was wakened to the sound of screams, and the smell of burning houses. They had come. Ralph jumped to his feet.
"I thought we'd have more time." he said.
But evil does not wait. It strikes when you least expect it. Ralph ran out his front door. The village was aflame like something that is very much on fire. People ran in the streets like a mob breaking into a McDonalds after discovering that it held the last winning sticker to their Monopoly game.
Ralph sighed deeply. This village needed a hero.
Ralph ran inside, grabbed the largest piece of rope he could hold, and ran into the street to meet the very large horse, holding the eight evil riders. He ran straight for the horse, which was running straight for him.

Chapter Four:
Fear struck Ralph, for every other man who approached the horsemen was struck to the ground by the edge of a sword. But then Ralph realized something, he was too short for even the men's arms to reach. And so he ran with all his might. And as he reached the horse, Ralph extended the rope. The horse's right leg ran straight into the rope, and in a very dramatic, slow motion way, the horse and all it's riders fell to the ground. Immediately, the townspeople surrounded them.The evil men could not escape. And that was the end of that. The sheriff put them all in prison, and there they remain to this day.

The Last Chapter:
No one ever knew how the horse tripped. They had not seen Ralph, for a person rarely looks that far down ever. But that was okay with Ralph. He knew what he had done, and that was enough for him.
So let this be a lesson to all. Even very small people can be heros.

Wheatie

This story is based on a dream I had.

Wheatie (A Dream)

Background:

Once upon a time there was a small, strange world. At least, it was small compared to our world, and only strange in the sense that it was different. But when I say that this world is small, you must think quite small indeed. It had no sun, or moon, or stars beyond itself. This  world was no larger than a small summer camp. And if you have ever been to a summer camp, you will better understand what this world was like. I myself have not seen this world in some time, but I will do my best to describe what I remember to you. The world twenty acres in our world’s measurements. There were about ten buildings which were scattered about. The land was surrounded by water, not an ocean or a lake though. Just water. After a few hundred feet there was no more water. The world just ended. There wasn’t a wall or a cliff or anything of the like. I’m afraid I can’t explain it at all. We don’t understand such things. The world simply ended. There were only about one hundred people there, and the world must have been new, for they had not all yet met. The land was full of hills, and every house was built upon one of these hills, except one.

Random Poetry from 5 AM.

-I'm Not a Hero-
It’s okay to be scared.
It’s okay to be afraid.
Just don’t look back.
It isn’t safe.
There’s monsters in dark.
I saw one last night.
Yellow eyes, with foaming mouth.
Full of darkness. No light.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I’m not a hero.
How can you ask this of me.
I’m not ready to go.
Someone take my place.

-Rise or Fall-
What if you lived every second
without any hope.

The Thirst is Taking Over

-part one-
"Water. I need water. Where's the water?"
The blind child ran wildly about the lightless cave. He would trip on a rock, face slamming against the ground, but would immediately rise and continue to ask for water. The gathered crowd could not see him, for no one could see anything. They were all blind. Well, they actually didn't know they were blind. They didn't know what blind was, because they didn't know what light was. All they knew was darkness. This cave was all they knew. Throughout the people's existence they had learned the paths of the cave, and had even formed a pathetic form of houses. This was no more than reserved sections of the cave for each family. And families were not the same as you know either. People are not born in that place. They do not die. People simply arrive and disappear. They have no names.
The boy collapsed to the ground, but this time did not get up. An old man kneeled down beside the boy.
"A substance is on his head, and on the ground that I have not felt before."
"Is he moving?" a young girl asked.

Funny Title

Okay, so I was trying to think of how I could shorten the title of my blog site. So I took the first letters of each word.
A-verage
G-uy
A-verage
L-ife

It spells.....A Gal. :P
Oh well.....

Kingdom of Gold

PART ONE

-CHAPTER ONE-
Once upon a time there was an evil king, who ruled the world. No man could oppose him, for the king had powers beyond that of any king, magician, or wizard. This evil king ruled for one hundred years, and no man could defeat him. Any man known to have powers was killed, and his wife and children were sent to a far away land. After many years, the kingdom of the evil king was only dwelt in by peasants and beggars. Riots broke out in the land. Death became well known to every citizen. The king's soldiers did nothing. They would only protect the city as they had been ordered. The king cared little about his kingdom. Only his power did he love.

-CHAPTER TWO-
After the king had been ruling for eighty years,

to the King

Running. Running fast. Faster. The king has called me. I shall not delay.
He has chosen me. I cannot tarry. For some things, which once I loved;
now I hate. The former things have been remade. The spirit has changed.
The flesh still wars. One battle won. One only beginning. The world is changing.
I see it everyday. The waves always rippling. THe clouds no longer seeing their
reflection. Creatures of the deep rising to the surface. THe world is no longer
as it once was. And so I run. Alone. Ever so alone, yet ever so surrounded by
that which hunts me. Evil lurks at the door of my soul. Waiting. Patiently waiting.
I am desperate for something. I know not what. What can I do but run? Where
can I go but the king's presence? I am unworthy. Such greatness is too wonderful
for me. It is high. I cannot attain it. By what magic or sorcery have the lots
been cast in my favor? There are few chosen to be his sons, and I am the least
of them. I run. Not with pride. Not for glory. Not by riches. I no longer run at all.
Rather, I soar on the wings of love. ON the back of grace. I have struck no
bargain with the king, for I have nothing to offer. I offer only the nothing that
I am. And in return, I ask for everything he is. This offer I have made to the king.
He has accepted.

Diary of the Innocent

-CHAPTER ONE-
Once upon a time there was a little boy. His name was Iliad. He lived in a small town on the west coast, not so far from L.A. Iliad's family was not rich. Daddy was a simple baker, and mommy stayed at home taking care of him and us six kids. Life was never easy for Iliad. Daddy often came home from a night with "the guys"drunk and drunk can be. He would hit mommy so hard. She would bleed bad. Real bad. We all cried. Not iliad though. He was always happy. We never knew why. We thought he was mean for not being sad. Did he not like Mommy? How was he happy when life was so bad?

I suppose life wasn't always bad. Daddy could be real nice. Some days he would come home with candy. We would all sit down, eat, laugh, play games, and be...happy. Mommy and Daddy would kiss, and we would all giggle and look away. I'd do anything to see Daddy kiss mommy today. One day, Daddy didn't come home. We found him in the ditch by Mr. Benedict's house. Dead. He killed himself with a gun. Daddy was dead.

That was the first time I remember seeing Iliad cry.

My Bride (An analogy)

-PART ONE-

The touch was not sensual. The holding of hands merely signified that the two were together-inseparable. As it was, the two were engaged, though they had not set a date for the wedding. It had been over a year since Elijah had proposed to Leylah, and each day of it seemed like an eternity. Leylah would often ask how long until the wedding, and Elijah would always answer, "Soon."
When time mattered little, were the days the two spent together. These moments were so few. Elijah was working hard in a faraway city. He would write often, however. Elijah would tell Leylah about the work he was doing, how much he missed her, and the home he was building for the two of them.

Wisdom in Proverbs (An essay for my OT class)

Like many other college students today, I have a lot on my mind. I am working, eating, spending time with friends, eating, surfing the internet, and eating. Then, amidst all of these activities, I must find time for class and homework. After all, I have come to college to learn, or “to gain knowledge.” What is easy to forget is that so much wisdom, knowledge, and understanding is not found in any of these places, but rather in the Bible, which is sitting buried under my English Literature textbook. If I will only take the time to seek out this buried treasure, I am promised that God will grant this wisdom to me.

Moments in Life

Moments in Life

-First Moment-
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Jack. He was a very small boy, who wore big round glasses, and had a lot of freckles on his face and arms. Jack went to a little school next to a big pool. This was not any pool however. This was the pool with the high diving board. It had taken Jack many trips to the pool to build up the courage to jump off, but now that he was seven Jack wasn’t wasn’t afraid. Well...not as much. One day, Jack was climbing the ladder when he heard someone call his name. He knew exactly who it was too. This was the nicest person he had ever met, and her name was Kayla. She was in second grade, one above him. However, since she was only three months older, Jack didn’t really care. He had received a love letter from almost every girl in first grade, but half of them were annoying. Kayla never gave him love notes. She was just nice. Jack liked that. Kayla was waving at Jack now as he was just about to climb the last step of the ladder. Jack smiled so bright you could have seen his smile in the dark. That was right before he tripped and fell down the ladder.