After what seemed like hours of arguing, finding evidence, and piecing it all together, Matthew Verge was put under arrest. His two children were free to do what they wanted. Grace mounted Freedom and pulled Jacob up behind her. She turned her towards the town. Trotting slowly, the mare seemed tired after her long morning. As they approached the town, Grace noticed Alex coming towards them on his mount, Moonlight.
“What was that for? Why didn’t you stop? Why is everything so secretive?” He asked frustrated.
“My father was put under arrest. He wasn’t up to any good. We were running from him. I’m sorry Alex.” Grace softly replied.
“Really? Oh, I’m sorry. Where will you guys be staying?”
“Probably in the hotel and then we will find somewhere probably away from Smalltown to live.” Grace said looking back at her brother. He nodded in agreement. Jacob seemed to trust his sister in whatever she thought was right. After all, he didn’t know much about the outside world after being stuck at the house all the time.
Alex looked at Jacob, “Why were you always rude to us? All we wanted was to be friends like old times.”
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t stay and talk. I really didn’t want to be rude. You don’t know how much I wanted to be friends. I needed friends. I still do, but my father wouldn’t let me be nice or take long. If I did, he would treat me harshly. I’m sorry you thought I was just being rude and didn’t want to be friends. It wasn’t true, still isn’t true.” Jacob sadly looked at him. He felt bad. He didn’t want Alex to think he didn’t want to be friends and was just trying to be rude. He really wanted to be friends. He really needed friends. Jacob was very glad his sister had come along.
“I’m sorry too old chap. Well, we can be friends. I guess I just didn’t get that you couldn’t before.”
“Alrighty boys, Jacob and I need to get going. Thanks, Alex. We’ll hopefully see you again before we leave.” With this, Grace turned Freedom towards the hotel.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Chapter 5
Grace rushed into the living room, a room that used to be such a big part of her life. There stood her father towering over Jacob as Jacob shook in fear. Her father was raising his hand as if to strike her brother. “Stop!” Grace yelled with conviction. Matthew, her father raised his head and lowered his hand till it came to rest at his side. Catching sight of his daughter whom he hadn’t seen in five years, he evilly grinned.
“Who do we have here?” He knowingly asked.
“You know who I am,” Grace retorted. She glanced at her father’s hand which had grabbed Jacob’s shirt tightly.
“Go to your room,” his father commanded him. “I will have a talk with this little visitor.” Jacob turned to obey but was stopped by his sister’s words. “No, he shall stay here. Come here, Jacob. Don’t listen to him.” Grace held out her hand to him, and he quickly ran over to grab it. Grasping it tightly, he turned and looked at the man he feared so much. Their father laughed, “Is this the kind of respect I get? I searched for you for months after you ran off. I cried myself to sleep for weeks worried that you were lost and afraid or that someone had found you and was doing horrible things to you. And this is what I get. Even Jacob can tell you this is true. He knows that I was really upset and heartbroken when you left.” With this, Jacob nodded.
“You told everyone I had run off?! You liar! You lied to them! And then you faked it. How could you? You hired me off. You hated me! How could you?!?” And with this, Grace almost burst into tears, but she composed herself and continued, “What have you done to my brother? What have you done to your son?” With this her father darted across the room towards her waving his fist at her telling her she was wrong, and her brother was wrong. That he was a good person and that he only had their best intentions in mind. Grace looked down on the brother she so dearly loved. “Jace, we must get out of here. My horse is in the barn. Run!” she whispered. Jacob looked at her and then took off towards the barn. Grace looked at her father, turned towards the door, and ran with all that was in her.
Reaching the barn, she saw Jacob with Freedom. He had started to saddle her up. Working quickly, they finished saddling the horse. Jacob jumped on and reached down to give his sister a hand up. As she reached for it, they heard their father as he ran into the barn with a horsewhip. Grace flew onto the horse almost too late. As she turned her horse to leave, her father raised his fist in anger and shouted, “I’ll find you! You can’t get away from me! I’ll get you, and you won’t want to be alive when I do!!”
Freedom galloped out of the barn. She seemed to know that speed was necessary. Grace noticed Alex on the side of the fence looking at them. He held up his hand, but Grace made Freedom sail past him. She hoped he would soon understand why. Galloping up a hill and then down, Grace urged Freedom on as Jacob held tightly onto Grace’s waist. They soon reached Smalltown. Smalltown was indeed a small town. It consisted of a small, brown church, which also served as the meeting hall and school, a mercantile, a restaurant and hotel, and a blacksmith and horse boarding place where what helped make up with small town. There was also a sheriff/doctor/dentist office on the far side of town. To this Grace directed Freedom towards. She jumped off as soon as she got to the front of this small building and raced inside. The sheriff happened to be out, so Grace jumped back on Freedom and urged her on out of town.
After a while, looking back and seeing no one, Grace pulled her mare into the shade of some trees. This way they were hidden at least some. She sighed. What an adventure... and now we will have to be running for the rest of our lives... “How are you doing, Jacob?” Grace quietly asked.
“Okay,” he replied although he didn’t seem too sure if he was alright or not.
“That was quite something. But listen, do you hear something?” With this Grace turned her head and saw the sheriff riding his horse along. He was whistling and could have been on holiday. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. “Sheriff!! Sir, can you wait a minute??” Grace yelled as she ran towards him. The Sheriff turned and looked. Seeing the young woman running towards him, he stopped and turned his horse towards her.
“What may I do for you, young lady?” he asked.
Nearly out of breath, Grace breathed heavily and replied, “He’s after us! Please help!”
“What? Who?”
“Matthew Verge. My father.”
“Grace Verge? Is that you? I have been suspicious of your father for years. Here he comes right now. Hold on Miss Verge.” Turning his horse towards the angry man, the sheriff put up his hand for Matthew to stop.
“What do we have here? Why are you chasing these children, your own flesh and blood too?" You could tell the sheriff wasn’t too happy.
“Who do we have here?” He knowingly asked.
“You know who I am,” Grace retorted. She glanced at her father’s hand which had grabbed Jacob’s shirt tightly.
“Go to your room,” his father commanded him. “I will have a talk with this little visitor.” Jacob turned to obey but was stopped by his sister’s words. “No, he shall stay here. Come here, Jacob. Don’t listen to him.” Grace held out her hand to him, and he quickly ran over to grab it. Grasping it tightly, he turned and looked at the man he feared so much. Their father laughed, “Is this the kind of respect I get? I searched for you for months after you ran off. I cried myself to sleep for weeks worried that you were lost and afraid or that someone had found you and was doing horrible things to you. And this is what I get. Even Jacob can tell you this is true. He knows that I was really upset and heartbroken when you left.” With this, Jacob nodded.
“You told everyone I had run off?! You liar! You lied to them! And then you faked it. How could you? You hired me off. You hated me! How could you?!?” And with this, Grace almost burst into tears, but she composed herself and continued, “What have you done to my brother? What have you done to your son?” With this her father darted across the room towards her waving his fist at her telling her she was wrong, and her brother was wrong. That he was a good person and that he only had their best intentions in mind. Grace looked down on the brother she so dearly loved. “Jace, we must get out of here. My horse is in the barn. Run!” she whispered. Jacob looked at her and then took off towards the barn. Grace looked at her father, turned towards the door, and ran with all that was in her.
Reaching the barn, she saw Jacob with Freedom. He had started to saddle her up. Working quickly, they finished saddling the horse. Jacob jumped on and reached down to give his sister a hand up. As she reached for it, they heard their father as he ran into the barn with a horsewhip. Grace flew onto the horse almost too late. As she turned her horse to leave, her father raised his fist in anger and shouted, “I’ll find you! You can’t get away from me! I’ll get you, and you won’t want to be alive when I do!!”
Freedom galloped out of the barn. She seemed to know that speed was necessary. Grace noticed Alex on the side of the fence looking at them. He held up his hand, but Grace made Freedom sail past him. She hoped he would soon understand why. Galloping up a hill and then down, Grace urged Freedom on as Jacob held tightly onto Grace’s waist. They soon reached Smalltown. Smalltown was indeed a small town. It consisted of a small, brown church, which also served as the meeting hall and school, a mercantile, a restaurant and hotel, and a blacksmith and horse boarding place where what helped make up with small town. There was also a sheriff/doctor/dentist office on the far side of town. To this Grace directed Freedom towards. She jumped off as soon as she got to the front of this small building and raced inside. The sheriff happened to be out, so Grace jumped back on Freedom and urged her on out of town.
After a while, looking back and seeing no one, Grace pulled her mare into the shade of some trees. This way they were hidden at least some. She sighed. What an adventure... and now we will have to be running for the rest of our lives... “How are you doing, Jacob?” Grace quietly asked.
“Okay,” he replied although he didn’t seem too sure if he was alright or not.
“That was quite something. But listen, do you hear something?” With this Grace turned her head and saw the sheriff riding his horse along. He was whistling and could have been on holiday. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. “Sheriff!! Sir, can you wait a minute??” Grace yelled as she ran towards him. The Sheriff turned and looked. Seeing the young woman running towards him, he stopped and turned his horse towards her.
“What may I do for you, young lady?” he asked.
Nearly out of breath, Grace breathed heavily and replied, “He’s after us! Please help!”
“What? Who?”
“Matthew Verge. My father.”
“Grace Verge? Is that you? I have been suspicious of your father for years. Here he comes right now. Hold on Miss Verge.” Turning his horse towards the angry man, the sheriff put up his hand for Matthew to stop.
“What do we have here? Why are you chasing these children, your own flesh and blood too?" You could tell the sheriff wasn’t too happy.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Chapter 4
Very short chapter....
A young boy about fourteen years of age sat in the corner of that dark room. He appeared to be shaking. Maybe it was from fright or maybe from coldness. He wore tattered clothes and was very skinny, too skinny for a fourteen year old of his height. The young man was very dirty. He looked as if he had been crying. He sighed as he stared at the young woman before him. She just stared back. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here? How did you get in the house?” the boy asked.
“Who are you?” Grace replied with compassion.
“Jacob. As if it mattered to you...” Jacob replied rudely.
“Jacob! It’s Grace! Don’t you recognize me?” And she had barely finished when she rushed forward and grabbed his hand.
“Grace? Oh, Grace! You came back? Oh, Grace!” Jacob let out a sob as he jumped up and hugged his older sister tightly. As they stood there hugging each other, they teared up, finally crying on each other’s shoulders. After a while, Jacob jerked his head up. “Grace,” he whispered, “you better get out of here before Father gets back. He will be awfully mad!”
“But I can’t leave you! I came to get you. I won’t leave without you!” Grace nearly shouted.
“Grace, Father would hunt us down. He doesn’t want me to tell others what I know about him. He would find me even if it was the last thing he did.” Jacob then threw himself into his sister’s arms and starting sobbing. A few moments later he composed himself, pushed her away, and pointed towards the door. But it was too late, they heard the whine of the front door opening and knew. Just then a gruff, mean voice shouted, “Get out here!”
“Hide!” Jacob yelled in a whisper. He then ran out of the room. Grace watched him leave with tears in her eyes. She had to get him out of there even if it meant meeting her father.
A young boy about fourteen years of age sat in the corner of that dark room. He appeared to be shaking. Maybe it was from fright or maybe from coldness. He wore tattered clothes and was very skinny, too skinny for a fourteen year old of his height. The young man was very dirty. He looked as if he had been crying. He sighed as he stared at the young woman before him. She just stared back. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you here? How did you get in the house?” the boy asked.
“Who are you?” Grace replied with compassion.
“Jacob. As if it mattered to you...” Jacob replied rudely.
“Jacob! It’s Grace! Don’t you recognize me?” And she had barely finished when she rushed forward and grabbed his hand.
“Grace? Oh, Grace! You came back? Oh, Grace!” Jacob let out a sob as he jumped up and hugged his older sister tightly. As they stood there hugging each other, they teared up, finally crying on each other’s shoulders. After a while, Jacob jerked his head up. “Grace,” he whispered, “you better get out of here before Father gets back. He will be awfully mad!”
“But I can’t leave you! I came to get you. I won’t leave without you!” Grace nearly shouted.
“Grace, Father would hunt us down. He doesn’t want me to tell others what I know about him. He would find me even if it was the last thing he did.” Jacob then threw himself into his sister’s arms and starting sobbing. A few moments later he composed himself, pushed her away, and pointed towards the door. But it was too late, they heard the whine of the front door opening and knew. Just then a gruff, mean voice shouted, “Get out here!”
“Hide!” Jacob yelled in a whisper. He then ran out of the room. Grace watched him leave with tears in her eyes. She had to get him out of there even if it meant meeting her father.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Chapter 3
Here is Chapter 3. If you have any thoughts or comments on how to make my writing better, etc. Please let me know. This is pretty much a just for fun project that I have throw on the page. I am obviously not much good at it, but I hope you enjoy it at least a little bit. Thanks!
Heading to the stable, Grace sighed. She hoped her brother was okay and that Alex was wrong about him. “No one seems to be home, Freedom. Maybe they all went to church. I’ll put you in the stable and go have a look around. Come this way.” And with that Grace led her beautiful mare to a stall. After she had given her the proper care, she walked towards the house.
Quietly walking up the stairs that led to the house and walking to a window, Grace peered into the house. It seemed the same as it did from afar. No one was home. The windows and doors were locked. Hmmm, I wonder if that key is still somewhere around here... Grace reached for the dark spot where they used to hide the key. There, she felt something. Yep, it appeared to still be there. Phew. She walked around the side of the house to the door. She put the key in and turned it; the door creaked and then opened.
The house was rustic looking. Her father loved to hunt, thus there were guns, animal skins, and a deer head on the wall. The room she entered into was the mudroom. There was a cold tile floor which had many muddy paw prints on it. Taking a deep breath, she advanced into the next room. But wait, there was some kind of sound. It was coming from the side room, which happened to be the spare room. This was the cold, dark, and unfurnished room of the house that Grace’s father had always said was haunted. Was it a cat? A family member? A ghost? Although Grace had never believed in ghosts, the thought of there being a ghost in there snuck in her mind. She quickly brushed that thought aside and walked over to the door. Nervous, she swung the door open. It was all dark. She flipped the light on. “Who’s there?” she asked.
“What do you want?” responded a voice that Grace knew. A voice she used to know well.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
My Grandma
I Had to describe a person as an assignment. My grandma just passed away(12/10/12). I decided to do it on her. Enjoy.
My Grandma
My Grandma, who was a wonderful lady, wasn't just my Grandma; she was my friend. Grandma was always worried about looking her best. It was something that was really important to her. She loved it when people told her she was beautiful and that she looked nice. She had whole, matching outfits which included matching jewelry and everything. Although older, people always thought my grandmother was beautiful. I believe as a younger woman she must have been tall and slender, a very beautiful woman. She loved hymns, and she used to sit with my little sister on her lap, sing nursery rhymes to her, and play with her. I used to enjoy playing the card game War with her. She made it fun because she got so into it. My family along with my grandpa and Aunt would play “keep the balloon in the air,” trying to keep the balloon in the air. This game seemed to be great fun for Grandma, and it would cheer her up when she was down. My grandma liked many things, but one thing she absolutely hated was bell peppers especially the greens ones. Grandma would cringe when I mentioned them, which I liked to do just because her reaction was so funny. My grandma was a great Grandma and made the Grandma experience a good one. I love you, Grandma!
Chapter 2
I have finally worked on this.... I didn't work on it very much.... but here it is. I hope you enjoy it at least a little. Thanks.
Chapter 2
As they rounded the last corner, Grace saw the place her eyes had longed to see for those long five years. She sighed quietly to herself. How good it felt to see this place she had once called home. The place where she had grown up. The place she knew all too well. Movement in the field caused Grace’s eyes to dart toward it. A corn stalk had moved in the cornfield but there was no breeze. Grace peered into the field. Phew, that was close! She thought to herself. It was just a rabbit who had been frightened by the horse and its rider. It was still early and no one appeared to be up and about yet. Grace gracefully dismounted. Freedom nickered softly as Grace reached over and scratched her behind the ears.
Suddenly, Grace heard a someone singing. A voice she didn’t recognize. As she scanned the field in front of her, Grace saw the owner of the voice, a young man. He was tall and skinny. Grace stared quietly at the boy. There was something familiar about him. Maybe he’s an old friend of mine.. Maybe a boy my father hired to help around the farm that used to go to school with me.. As she was thinking these things, the boy suddenly looked up and noticed Grace standing there next to her beautiful horse. He looked intently at her and briskly walked up to her.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“Umm, no, I was just looking at the beautiful farmland. I’ll be on my way,” she hurriedly replied.
“Grace?” the young man asked, “Is that you?”
Grace who had always been known for her honesty hesitantly stammered, “Yes. But who are you?”
“Alex,” the young man replied.
“Alex?! Is that really you?” Grace nearly shouted as she ran into his open arms.
“What brings you here? I thought you ran away. We searched for you. We were worried sick! Ms. Jane lost her best student. Oh, Grace, where have you been?”
“My father hired me out; did he never tell you guys?” Grace gave a worried expression. “Where is my brother? How is my brother? Is he okay? Is he alive?”
Alex gave her a face mixed with sadness and anger. “Your father has changed him. Your brother isn’t nice and caring like he used to be. We never see him unless he is at the store. He has changed a lot.” With that, Alex let out a deep sigh.
“Oh no..” Grace quietly whispered.
“Well, I’m glad your back! But I must run, or I will be late for church! Everyone will be so happy to hear you are back!”
“Wait,” Grace hurriedly reached and grabbed his shirt. “Tell no one that you saw me. Please? I’ll explain one day.”
Giving her a questioning look, Alex nodded and hurried off toward the church. Now to find my brother. Oh! I hope he is okay! Grace thought as she turned towards the stable.
Again I Say It
Chapter 2 hopefully coming soon. Don't get thou hopes up though. (Like anyone would.. ;)
2013
For a new year, people like to set goals for that coming year. I like this idea, although, you can set goals anytime. It just gives you a good reason, and next year you can look back and see how you have progressed. This coming New Years Eve, I hope to have some goals set for 2013. I think that with some goals it is nice to have an accountability partner keeping you on top of these things. (Yeah accountability partners!!)
A new year also is a start to the year. (No duh!) But this is a time people might want to get a nice, fresh start on their lives again. Just like every new day brings a fresh start to things.
This New Year, remember to keep God at the center of your life. He will never disappoint you.
Happy New Year!!! May God bless you as you seek Him!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Christmas!!!!
Christmas is on its way with all its joy, cheer, family get-togethers, presents, fun, and everything else that comes with the fun and exciting holiday. Santa Claus, shopping, Christmas treats, Christmas lights, etc.
But is this the real meaning of Christmas?? Like is it just to take time off work/school, celebrate, give gifts, etc? Didn't Christmas have to start with something? But what?? I'll give ya a hint. His name is in Christmas. Got it?
Around 2,000 years ago, on the first Christmas, Christ was born in a humble stable. Christ left His throne in heaven for you. All for you. Why? Because we are a sinner. We have done bad things. We have sinned. We were headed for hell. But Jesus Christ didn't want to see us go to hell. He wanted to save us, so, He came to earth as a babe. He lived a perfect life for you, and then He died for you. He died for each and everyone of us.
Christmas is a day to remember that Christ came down to earth to save us from our sins. He loves you! He wants you to come to Him. He wants to be your Savior. He is waiting for you. Don't keep Him waiting any longer. Your life is precious.
Merry Christmas to my dear friends and family! I love you guys!! Don't forget to "keep Christ in Christmas"!!
But is this the real meaning of Christmas?? Like is it just to take time off work/school, celebrate, give gifts, etc? Didn't Christmas have to start with something? But what?? I'll give ya a hint. His name is in Christmas. Got it?
Around 2,000 years ago, on the first Christmas, Christ was born in a humble stable. Christ left His throne in heaven for you. All for you. Why? Because we are a sinner. We have done bad things. We have sinned. We were headed for hell. But Jesus Christ didn't want to see us go to hell. He wanted to save us, so, He came to earth as a babe. He lived a perfect life for you, and then He died for you. He died for each and everyone of us.
Christmas is a day to remember that Christ came down to earth to save us from our sins. He loves you! He wants you to come to Him. He wants to be your Savior. He is waiting for you. Don't keep Him waiting any longer. Your life is precious.
Merry Christmas to my dear friends and family! I love you guys!! Don't forget to "keep Christ in Christmas"!!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
What the world sees/ What really matters
Dressing to impress. Showing off to gain attention and popularity. Not being your real self because who you really are just isn't "good enough". Wait. Wait. Wait! Something seems kind of wrong here...
Beauty. Our world pressures girls to dress a certain way, act a certain way, and to just be a certain way. What the world can see is way too important to way too many people. Outward beauty is way too important to the world.
When girls fail to meet our world's high standards of how we are supposed to look, act, etc. we feel like we have failed and degrade ourselves because of it. It can even get to the point where we hate ourselves because of it.
Boys can feel pressured to look good in front of others. And when they don't meet the world's standards, which they never truly can, they feel like they failed. They feel like failures...
But is that what is truly important? Does it really matter what the world sees? Does it really matter how they judge us? What standard they hold us to? Does it?
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature, because I have refused him. For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7, NKJV)
Don't worry about what the world sees you as. Don't worry about what they tell you to be. Worry about being truly beautiful on the inside. Worry about how the Lord sees you. This is what is truly important.
"As for you, my son Solomon, know the God of your father, and serve Him with a whole heart and a willing mind; for the LORD searches all hearts, and understands every intent of the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will let you find Him; but if you forsake Him, He will reject you forever. (1 Chronicles 28:9)
Beauty. Our world pressures girls to dress a certain way, act a certain way, and to just be a certain way. What the world can see is way too important to way too many people. Outward beauty is way too important to the world.
When girls fail to meet our world's high standards of how we are supposed to look, act, etc. we feel like we have failed and degrade ourselves because of it. It can even get to the point where we hate ourselves because of it.
Boys can feel pressured to look good in front of others. And when they don't meet the world's standards, which they never truly can, they feel like they failed. They feel like failures...
But is that what is truly important? Does it really matter what the world sees? Does it really matter how they judge us? What standard they hold us to? Does it?
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature, because I have refused him. For the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7, NKJV)
Don't worry about what the world sees you as. Don't worry about what they tell you to be. Worry about being truly beautiful on the inside. Worry about how the Lord sees you. This is what is truly important.
"As for you, my son Solomon, know the God of your father, and serve Him with a whole heart and a willing mind; for the LORD searches all hearts, and understands every intent of the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will let you find Him; but if you forsake Him, He will reject you forever. (1 Chronicles 28:9)
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