richelle-e-goodrich

I wish upon a glimmering star,My hopes as distant and as far. So if this wish does not come true,I__ thankful for the few that do.

Announcing the intended arrival of some people is kind of like issuing a hurricane warning._

It is to our own detriment that we underestimate the might of small and simple things.

You know the story._ The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it. __ don__. I__e never heard the story._ Joshlon summarized it for her. __rometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon__aga the Terrible._ Eena dropped her lower jaw. __hat?_ __aradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,_ Joshlon repeated. __aga._ __nd Prometheus is Edgar__ father?_ She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question. Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. __ don__ know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradi

I wished upon the moon one night, bewitched by how it shone so white. While staring up with some excite my eyes beheld a wondrous sight! _The moon so lustrous and white transformed into an armored knight who caused me just a moments fright when he jumped down from such a height. _No more a soft, celestial light, he was my lover, day and night. _ This caused the world a serious plight. _How harsh a sting and deep the bite inflicted on the world, alright, to lose their blackest-hour light. _And so I've come to set things right, to offer up without a fight my lover wished for one clear night. _I hold him close. _He hugs me tight, then climbs again to heaven's height to glow a bluer shade of bright. _I stare at my beloved knight, not wanting to be impolite, and in my heart with all my might I wish a wish that isn't right. _Now and then the world still spites a shadowless and moonless night when we steal softly out of sight to hold each other 'til daylight and share in lovers true delight.

They say to never look back.But sometimes I do. It__ gratifying to see how far I__e come.

They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple. (You__e too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I__ really glad we__e friends.) (Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.) Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves. (Angelle never thought like you do. You__e creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well_..normal.) (Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled. (I suppose.)

The greater self-confidence an individual possesses, the less inclined he is to put down others. This says a lot about those who constantly belittle.

I dream of defeating tyrants and ogres as well as circumstances and consequences that I cannot conquer in life. I dream of a love as sweet and addictive as chocolate-coated rose petals yet as tenacious as a thirsty vampire and as enduring as immortality. I dream of things improbable and boldly insane.

Sometimes while gazing at the night's sky, I imagine stars looking down making wishes on the brightest of us.

The richest people are those who have an abundance of what we take with us into the next life.

From the beginning, man could look up at a vast universe dotted by innumerable stars to find every evidence that he was nothing. This evidence only grows stronger as science and technology record an expanse of galaxies filled with planetary solar systems beyond any visible end. Man is but a grain of sand lost on an endless seashore, and yet he believes with conviction in his own greatness. _He is either a divine soul intuitively aware of his inherent, limitless potential__r he is a blind fool.

The truth is that few know the truth.

It's been a harsh fight.You've been pummeled and knocked down. Your body aches, flesh torn and bruised. Your eyes can hardly see through a stream of blood. But you are cognizant and alive; therefore, you rise from the fight.This is life. It will test your will, your strength, and endurance. It will challenge your faith and convictions. It will scar your hopes and try your beliefs. In the end, life validates those who refuse to stay down.

Wise men come to seea child of greater wisdomand honor divine.

A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.

If only you would kiss me.Press your lips to mine like a searing iron. Wrap me in your arms as if you were a monarch claiming a kingdom. Hold me close until I warm through to the core. Do this, and I promise to melt into you, no longer a cold and frozen figure in your narrowed sight. How devoted I would be if only your lips burned for mine!If only you would kiss me.

I am not what you see.I am what time and effort and interaction slowly unveil.