Pearl

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Proverbs 31:30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing but the woman who feareth the lord she shall be praised.

Part 1 Prequel to Novel I'm Writing; The man came in a cloud of green flame which threatened to scorch the land and my people were frightened. I to appease him sacrificed a serpent which then the man sucked all of the energy from before it stopped writhing, and he told me to go so I did for he had a godly power like mine yet he knew how to use it the power was; Magic. I went to see my mother after the experience and she told me an ancient prophecy at our race's, our civilization's, dawn that stated when the seven rings of fire were united they would spread the plague brought upon us by the Europeans and only two, one male and one female, from my royal family will survive.

A quandary Hmm...what is friendship? Is it sweet honey from bees? Pass some of it please

Cooking Cooking is my passion. One night I had to make dinner so I made Virgin Chicken Marsala as well as garlic roasted red potatoes (the recipes were found at olive garden's home page) It tasted delicious! The chicken itself was fried and it had a sauce on top. The sauce in the recipe had Marsala ( a white wine) in it so we replaced it with white wine vinegar. I was the only one who liked the potatoes which had quite a bit of garlic in them.

Writing is so fun I love doing it so much author here I come

Part two Prequel to Novel I'm Writing; After I heard the prophecy blood rained down it seemed, and my life was in a haze. Except when I was hunting I felt utterly dead, so I ran trying to escape myself, but then the man made a strange request," Fetch me silver, wood, fire, and stone." So I did and he said," Thank you, but now I must fulfill my promise to your measly people." Then horrified I ran and my betrothed ran with me. We went to the strange hut. Which we entered together and before sleep cursed us I saw a mirror. When I woke I stepped outside and got a Mayan to E nglish dictionary then I went back into the hut and to sleep.

media type="custom" key="12150216" Morphs On the other side of the sun there is a planet much like our own. On the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro is a village, the smallest village on Htrae, and in that village is the Harminoid festival. The Harminoid festival is at the beginning of spring, when it is hard to travel, yet people come from around the globe,some for the parades, others for the feasts,yet most come for their children to take the test. The test allows the morf training schools to pick the best, but always the headmasters want the rare natural morfist. Yet only once in a blue moon does a natural morfist come about. Yet one day though according to the village's medicine woman two will come about and they will be by blood connected. The two of her visions did come on the 500th Harminoid festival unknown cousins to one another and all relitaves except each other dead.

Part 3 Prequel to Novel I'm Writing; When I woke it was from nightmares I had done what I was told to do but I felt like an executioner killing a dear friend. Then I noticed my husband to be was gone then I realized I knew many foreign words then I thought perhaps other civilizations have secret technologies also then I remembered mine is no more then I saw and felt at the same time the mirror is gone and I'm cold!! Then the door was shot open by an energy blast and someone said,"That is no icicle!!! Hello!!!!!!!! We are in Egypt!!!!!!"

My six word memoir: I read, live, and learn often

**//__A Land Without Time__//** By; Pearl

Note: I got this picture from http://www.picturesofnature.net/Autumn-forest.html.

Beside a fresh green forest In the sky birds are waiting Under the water fish are prancing Before my walk I must prepare

Across the glistening pond my gaze Drifts about within a haze Beyond the sparkling mountaintop “ Oh no!” I think,” They’ll never stop!!!”

Around the forest animals see <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;"> That I am not their enemy <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Then I yell uncontrollably, “ Come to me…Oh, come to me!!” <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">And a silence calm as glass quickly envelopes me

<span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">About the forest I walk followed by a horde <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">To the stream I go without age <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">I walk in a land without time <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">By the Creek I fall into a sleep so sublime <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Within this land without time

<span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">In one day I won’t wake up nor a century or two <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Ten millennia later I wake up next to you <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">All my life I’ve been asleep <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">When I’m gone please don’t weep

<span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">I will see God’s glorious face <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">In that much happier place <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">All my life I’ve been asleep <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">When I’m gone please don’t weep <span style="background-color: #f7eeee; color: #d31d1d; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">When I’m gone please don’t bleep!!

media type="custom" key="12288504"The Never Ending Winter My name is Victoria and this is my story. It all started when the Yeairians came because two hundred years after they landed the weather began cooling and our crop began being confiscated by the Yeairian Guard. Until we were starving and by then they had all evacuated and we were left alone with low stores of food and no king for our king had defected to the Yeairians. Then for hours at a time many people in my village disapeared coming back healthy and strong! Ready to hunt and forage ready to feed us. Then one day a handsome hunter by the name of Cahroh who had disapeared was approached by a man who said, " You must come back in to the arena... the people love you!" Then I ran forward and screamed, " No! Take me instead!" "Princess, I am touched by this display of affection you show but no." Then though he saw my pitiful body which was very tall and thin. My ribs could be seen through my threadbare blouse. My face gaunt and steeled, with eyes showing such pain. Today without a doubt I can understand why he yielded to me then. I was taken below ground into a strange room with a metal tube and two people. Those people then eerily said this, " Welcome to the Core, the last of the once beautiful nation of Grazzus. Obliterated by the Yeairians physically and mentally." Then they spoke to the man whom I think was a recruiter, " John you failed us we said BRING THE BOY! What did you do though ...hmm You brought us THE PRINCESS!" At that point the man was blushing so much that he turned the color of an apple. His face ten shades redder than normal.

**My Family**

**By: Pearl**

My family is like an elaborate dish that is full of contrasting flavors that blend together beautifully! Although we all add our own flavor, we also add some of the same flavors.

Take my mom, for example. She’s silly, great at telling stories, an actuary, a quilter, and she makes the **__WORLD’S BEST FRIED CHICKEN!!!!__** The flavor she adds is inviting, captivating somehow it takes you away so you can see what she’s talking about. My dad is a really important person in my life; he guides me, and pulls me out of my self-pity, he turns wood, and cooks, but you should see him telling a story about one of the dogs he had… **they’re always funny!!!!!** The flavor my dad adds is quite robust!!! Next comes Mark; he’s very emotional, funny, loving, and **always here for me.** The flavor he brings is sweet and spicy, but not too spicy.

Now all of these flavors could not make the entrée alone. There’s also my grandparents and their pets to think about! Grandpa is funny, but you don’t always know if what he says is true. Really the flavor he brings is a mystery; you’ll never know what flavor he’ll bring. Then there’s Grandma; she knows **__everything__** about plants in Cleburne County! She’s always calm, understanding, and loving. The flavor she brings is very calming and encouraging. Next up is Odie; he’s like seasoning, essential to most dishes. He’s lovable and always wanting to see a new face. He’s like cinnamon sugar. Last of all is Fluffy. As you’ve probably guessed she’s fluffy literally… she’s lazy and wants us all to stay out of her way. She’s bitter like lemon juice and will scratch you if you are not careful.

Well, those are the flavors in our dish, but we are all mixed together. These are some of the other ingredients not before mentioned: we are all great at telling stories, we live in the country, we love each other, we all in at least one way love cooking, and finally **__almost all of the men in my familly have done something amazing!!!__**

Well that’s my amazing, hectic, and awesome family!!!

**__the end!!!!!__**

media type="custom" key="10534214" align="right" The Years of Sorrow By: Pearl My name is Ellen and I am a Nazi's daughter. If you are reading this then my pigeon flew well, and successfully delivered this manuscript to you. Please find my brother, Richard, and tell him I escaped and freed Becca! I had to use just five pages, because of a very weak pigeon, but anyways, here is my story… A few weeks ago my neighbors disapeared including my best friend Becca, I was homeschooled at the time but after she disapeared so did my tutor. Due to that I had to go to public school where I learned what happened due to der Führher's command. I was outraged! Why was der Führher messing with my life…Becca was not evil! She was my best friend. Due to der Führher's command though she was gone from my life! But then I heard my teachers say in hushed voices, "I can't believe der Führher is coming to our little town!" "To the home of that little Anti-German brat, Ellen!" "I know, I know… I'm ashamed of it." That's all they ever talked about in private! It seemed between them that there was a contest going on to keep me busy… more work in this subject… more homework in that subject! The night before der Führher was due to arrive they gave me three detentions! One for each day der Führher was in town, and they told me I could wait a day before serving my first! Which when I refused, it caused them to get downright ugly! They said that it would be "easier" if I waited! After that police began monitering me, on the way to and from school! Then one day one of my "followers" clamped his hand around my mouth and knocked me out! When I woke I was in a cattlecar surrounded by dozens of nervous people with energy radiating off of them. Then one stooped down pulled me up and asked," Are you Jewish?" To which I replied, "No, you?" "Yes, all of us except you are, apparently." "Then I must be a prisoner due to my dislike of der Führher claiming that all Jews are well… evil." " Who are you then?" " My name is Ellen. Do you know if anyone here is named Becca?" "No, I don't think anybody is." Afterwards we stopped talking, and about thirty minutes later… the train stopped, and another guard came in and bellowed," Everybody out!" but as I moved to the door he said, "Not you! You're gonna' go someplace special!" Then a frown came onto his face and he glared at me with such contempt it made me want to shrivel up and hide inside my boots just to be free from his sight! It was all I could do to get out a meek, "Where sir?" He then spat out, " None of your buisness!" which brought me onto the verge of sobbing, so to calm me down he whispered gently in my ear, "Home." Which caused me to ask, " Are you my brother, Richard?" He then in barely a whisper gave me a low response…"No, for he is dead as far as I know. Dead or worse." So on the long train ride "home" I was as docile as could be, and to my dislike and suprise I was laughed at, mocked, used as a servant, and forced to listen to them mocking my brother! When the train stopped I had to walk mile after mile to a prison where in all's faces I saw no hope of freedom… no hope of life. In the guards' faces it looked as though they were begging for someone to make a run at them, and the prisoners I saw just a faint longing to do just that, to try to escape, and to be free. As soon as I set foot inside the gate I felt that everyone was sizing me up, trying to determine what I did to get there! Hundreds of eyes, were looking at every square inch of my body, then I was wisked away to a strange room, with a table and three chairs and ordered to sit down. Then two men in uniforms came in and sat down and started rattleing off questions like "Where are you from?", "Are you a rebel?", and " Do you know someone who might be one?" After the interrogation one of them whispered to the other and then shouted, " Guard! Take the prisoner away immediately!" So the guard did and as he took me to a room filled with clothes he told me in a low voice, "Hi, Ellen." "Richard, is that you?" "Alive and in the flesh, now be quiet we're almost there." When we arrived in the room Richard stooped down and got a set of clothes, handed them to me, and finally delivered me to my cell. In a low whisper he then whispered," Look under your cot there's extra food, string, a pen and some paper, and a small stool so you can get to the window… you know what to do from there." Which I did, so then with a meek reply asked," Will I see you again?" " No, never again." "Goodbye." After that conversation I took the pen and paper an started writing until it was lights out. After lights out, I took the stool and put some of the extra food out the window, then put the stool up and went to sleep. The next day I was taken outside and put to work hoeing a garden while other prisoners did the weeding, watering, harvesting, and planting in some of the other plots. After five hours of hot grueling labor we were herded inside to make lunch for the guards and ourselves, actually the guards came and took what they wanted out of what we cooked, and then we had what was left. There was a short roll call after lunch. Then we were taken back to our cells.When I got back to my cell I saw that a carrier pigeon was at my window with what appeared to be a scrap of paper tied around its leg, so I gave it some food then the pigeon flew off. As it flew off I wondered," Does it know of the horrors? If it did, would it tell?"

After a few weeks the guards started telling me gossip," Did you know that the guard named Richard is leaving to go work at Dachau? He said,' If any prisoners escape tell me.' " " Really, I think he has a sweetheart here and hopes he can find her if she escapes and protect her." " Yeah, he'd send her sweet little love notes by pigeon." At this point I interjected, " What kind of pigeon?" Then they all shouted, "Carrier pigeon of course!" The very morning after my talk with the guards, I was on garden duty again, removing the burnt wood from one of the plots, since the night before there was a lightning storm which struck one of the only trees with in a square kilometer. After lunch a guard told me that," You are to be transferred to Ravensbrück tomorrow so you'd better pack up." "Okay." "Don't be getting any smart ideas." The next day I was taken to a train station where I had to stand with one hundred other women, for thirty minutes before we got on to the cattle car. Once we were inside the train started moving… this time there were no guards so I started knocking at the rotten timber until it gave way; as soon as it gave way I jumped out of the car and ran for my life until I came to a fence, where I saw Becca! Almost immediately I took a rock and began breaking and bending the barbed wire, but there was a patrol of guards coming so I grabbed Becca's hand and pulled her away from the fence. Soon we were stumbling through thick underbrush, stopping in abandoned farmhouses, and taking food from the forest, traveling at night. Until we came into an Ally camp where we received sanctuary. The next day I asked for some paper, a pen, ink, and a pigeon then I wrote this all of this down and sent it to you. The End!

Part Four Prequel to Novel I'm Writing:

"Look, guys there appears to be an entire..."

"Don't say a word!"

"Who are you?"

"My name is of no importance... besides you could not pronounce it anyways. Call me Maya." Then I took my tarnished ceremonial dagger and went over to him, opened his pack, found some food, cut it into pieces, and ate it giving him some. "What year is it?"

"2012"

"Oh no! Your world may soon be thrown into chaos as my mother predicted! Quickly lead me to your friends I have something to tell them.

An Ode to Books By Pearl

O’ glorious books How I love thy pages’ softness Thy many seraphs convey much feeling From cover to cover I’m floating on air… The edge of the seat long gone.

1s and 0s or ABCs I really truly do love thee Dystopian, sci-fi, fiction and more Thy many pages provide freedom from boredom.

One day I may make you Spread your precious joy Your power of knowledge, Your glorious colors, Black and white.

The sureness of your words And the uncertainty A blood bath or a sunny day, A dragon lying in wait to slaughter Urgals, A greenhouse growing humans, Or magic saving the day! O’ glorious books I love you!

Have you ever wanted to make your own video games, animated stories, or just have fun? Try Scratch! [|Sctatch]

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In the dark night From over the misty moor Fighting against the howling wind Echoes the voice of fear Pushing travelers from their way To holes in the lonely mire Luring them from the path with balls of floating fire This moor, This swamp, This windswept mire, Lures travelers from their way with balls of floating fire From time to time I walk the mire at night On top of the lost souls Eaten by fear. But I do not For the lord is near This moor, This swamp, This windswept mire, Lures travelers from their way with balls of floating fire BUT NOT ME!

As rain streaks down a windowpane ,Inside the house a girl cries softly Of memories and broken promises Floating through her mind .With red tinted ears she hears the doorbell At that moment the sun comes out To the sounds of pure joy!

I Remember Based off of the poem by: Jana Turner By: Pearl

I remember taking a test, scratching in answers nervously. I remember feeling giddy when I found out that I was on the team. I remember practicing diligently each Tuesday and Thursday. I remember freaking out the night before. I remember taking each test with a smile on my face. I remember getting each shimmering medal. There are many things I forget, but when it comes to Science Olympiad the thing I remember most is… Victory for Donoho!


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**Where I’m From**

**By: Pearl**

**I’m from roses**

**From Epson salt**

**(A laxative for roses)**

**From lemonade and sweet tea**

**From water melon**

**And the Keebler tree**

**And black widows**

**I’m from China Luck and key-lime pie**

**From falling on the playground**

**From tears**

**And helping hands**

**From “Practice” and “Hurry up!”**

**And “Shut up!”**

**I’m from gooseberry jelly**

**(From IKEA and the world’s best)**

**Coffee and hotdogs**

**Family and good times**

**From hiking**

**And swimming in the pool**

**(Fighting wicked mosquitoes)**

**From being mad and saying sorry**

**I’m like bamboo**

**Growing up fast**

**Making my family proud**

**Best of all**

**I’m from them**

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