tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60858797693625134642024-02-06T18:21:46.349-08:00D. Scozzari-AuthorAs an author of action adventure books for students, I want to inspire, entertain, and provide some laughs for my readers.Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-79589822933321705442015-12-24T13:05:00.001-08:002015-12-24T13:05:12.661-08:00The conclusion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Christmas Eve Day everyone’s parents were busy with shopping, wrapping,
cooking. Tom, Mark, John, and Sasha were
not interested in those kid of things, but they did like playing
basketball. They all met at the court at
10AM so they could play a bit before the family called them home. It was almost
30 minutes that they had been playing when they saw the jets fly over their
heads towards the old base.<o:p></o:p><br />
Sasha immediately yelled, “Let’s go! This could be fun!” She ran off to her
bike and jumped on it. Looking over her
shoulders she looked at the boys and said impatiently, “Are you coming or what?”<o:p></o:p><br />
The three boys got on their bikes and followed Sasha over to the base. When they got nearby they parked their bikes
in some bushes and covered them up good.
At the entrance they could see many trucks going in the base and jets
were landing in turn onto the small air field.
They snuck down to the fencing and saw the fence was electrified and had
cameras watching the perimeter of the base.
They needed to get in there. <o:p></o:p><br />
Then Tom saw that a camera was out down about 10 yards. They crawled under the brush over to that
point and saw that there was an area that had been cut out of the fence big
enough for them to crawl under. Mark didn’t even hesitate, a bit crawled under
the fence without touching it. The other three followed suit! They all ran low
and stayed behind buildings and vehicles until they got to the building where
all the activity was going on. There was
a side door, but there was no way they could get inside. <o:p></o:p><br />
Then Tom whispered, ‘Look!” I need to
see what or who is in that truck coming from the jet to this building.”<o:p></o:p><br />
“Well how are you going to do that?” asked John.<o:p></o:p><br />
Sasha responded, “Follow me.”<o:p></o:p><br />
Off she went creeping in the long grass to get a closer look. When the all followed her, they could see
that there was an empty portable building that would give them cover. Nobody was using it. <o:p></o:p><br />
John peeped around the corner and yelled, “Oh my God!” <o:p></o:p><br />
The others looked too and their eyes and mouths couldn’t get any more open.
What they all saw was a box getting carried out of the truck that came from the
jet. The box was shinny and glimmered
like it was made from some metal not found on this earth. Everyone was in suits, masks, and the
works. They were acting like it was radioactive
or a chemical weapon of something! <o:p></o:p><br />
The friends said on the ground next to the building where they could not be
seen. Mark said, “This must be from
another world!<o:p></o:p><br />
Sasha said, “No, I think it is a treasure found from the other side of the
world.” <o:p></o:p><br />
Tom added, “It is a new kind of weapon that the scientists developed. They are going to test it on our town!’ <o:p></o:p><br />
John shook his head, “In a way you are all right, but so very wrong. It is from another world – God’s world. It is a treasure, because it has supernatural
powers! It is a weapon, but not what you all are thinking. Look at the box. It has inscriptions of the Ten Commandments,
of the trails of Jesus, and of the four spirit beings that are to come at the
end of our world. Do you see that it
also has a light symbol coming from the sky!
That is the second coming of Christ!
Don’t you get it? Are you ready?”<o:p></o:p><br />
But John”, Sasha said, “The Bible never talks about a box like this! You
have it all wrong.”<o:p></o:p><br />
John responded, “I know the Bible never talks about a box like this, but men
do what they think is the right thing.
And these men are convinced that whatever they have will fight the terrorists
and Satan. They want to make Christ come
back to fight for us!” <o:p></o:p><br />
Ok, then how did they manage to get such a box and bring it here?” asked
Mark.<o:p></o:p><br />
Before anyone could respond the sky got really dark and a light shown. The noise sounded and Tom got that feeling
again. As they all were looking upward, the solders found them. They were all
taken toward a different building and John calmly said, “This is not the
time. You all have it wrong. It is time when God says it is time.” <o:p></o:p><br />
John then just disappeared. Some of the soldiers disappeared too. The others
took there opportunity to go back out the way they came and jump on their
bikes. They paused for a second looking
at John’s bike. Then off they went.<o:p></o:p><br />
Tom let everyone to his house. He ran into his house to speak to his Aunt,
but she was gone. Her tea was hot, the
TV was on, and her blanket lay on her chair.
Tom saw a note on the table by her chair. <o:p></o:p><br />
The note said, “Tom I asked you if you were ready. But God told me that you are to learn and
lead others during the difficult times that lay ahead. I am fine.
You must be diligent and study the Bible carefully before they take it
away. This is the beginning. Get ready
fast, my young man. I know that your
life will be hard and completely unexpected, but I also know that I will see
you on the other side. The Lord God is
with you.”<o:p></o:p><br />
Sasha, Mark, and Tom just dropped in a chair and put their heads in their
hands. The Tom spoke up, “She was not
just an old lady. Aunt Mae and John knew
and were ready. I didn’t take them seriously. Now I have a job to do. “<o:p></o:p><br />
Sasha and Mark just got up without a word and left the house, leaving Tom
alone with his thoughts. A small light shown through the ceiling and light up
Tom’s being. It only lasted a second and then it was gone. Tom’s sisters came
down from upstairs and asked, “What happened to Aunt Mae and Mom?” <o:p></o:p><br />
Tom’s Dad walked in the front door and said, “There are a few people from
all over the world that have just disappeared. Are you all right?”<o:p></o:p><br />
Tom told his Dad that his friend John, Aunt Mae, and Mom were all gone. His
father started to cry. Tom went over to
his sisters and Dad and they hugged. Tom said, “It will be alright, we were not
ready, but we are going to get ready and see this to the end. We just have to
pay attention to the world; seeing it with spiritual eyes. There are not more
chances left. We must get and stay ready no matter what.” <o:p></o:p><br />
One of Tom’s sisters asked, “Ready for what?” <o:p></o:p><br />
Tom relied, “For the change that the world must go through to oust Satan and
welcome our God with open arms, no matter what it takes. We will be persecuted, but we will know the
end of the story. We must stay faithful. We must stay faithful. What a special
Christmas this is.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-89589524411491497192015-12-18T04:48:00.001-08:002015-12-18T04:48:21.394-08:00What is wrong and what is right<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
A week or so had passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, John,
Sasha, and Mark had walked back and forth from school and talked from time to
time, but never about <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif;">the feelings or the noise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></u></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></u></b>It
was Friday now and the whole weekend was before them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was cold out but clear and crisp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Great weather to play ball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, John, Mark, and Sasha agreed to meet at
the basketball courts at school Saturday morning at 9AM.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right now, Tom went home to a dollar store
with John to buy his family some Christmas presents. As they got to the store
they split up doing their own shopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sisters, Tom thought, I have to buy for my sisters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went in the hair and makeup section.
Picking out some things he turned the corner to get something for his parents
and heard a group of three girls talking. Tom stepped back so he would not be
seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The conversation went like this.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with blue sweater “Well I heard my parent talking about a military
installation being opened up again over on route 102.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the old base from World War II. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder why they are opening it up.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the brown boots, “You remember all the talk a week ago about some
strange kind of feeling and a weird noise some people heard? I think it has to
do with that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is something going
on that they are not telling us!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the blond bangs, “It just doesn’t make sense. What kind of
“feeling” could produce such a reaction?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I don’t think one thing has to do with the other, but I did over hear
something myself.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with brown boots, “Ok mystery girl with the answers, what did you hear?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the blond bangs, “I heard some police men talking on the
street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were whispering, but didn’t
see that I was right there behind the tree.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with blue sweater, “So what did they say. ‘Nice day today, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“No, that is not what they said silly.” girl with blond bangs retorted,
“They were talking about that if things get anymore intense they were going to
get their families out of town for the holidays.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“That is the word they used, intense?” asked the girl with the blue sweater.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Oh yes, they sure did, the world was intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No doubt about it, that was the word they
used.” Clarified the girl with the blond bags.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Does anyone know someone who actually heard those noises? Asked the girl
with the brown boots.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I felt the feelings and know people who heard the noise at the same exact
time.” It was Tom coming around the corner. “My friends and I were talking
about the Bible, and Satan, and aliens from space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We couldn’t come up with an explanation. My
aunt felt the feelings too!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
What kind of Bible Satan story are you talking about?” inquired the girl
with the blue sweater, “What does that have to do with opening up a base?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I don’t know but here is my friend. Hey John come over hear a minute, would
yaw?” Tom motioned John to join the group.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John came over and said hi, with his eyes looking at the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What do you want Tom?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I want you to tell these girls your theory about the Bible and the noises
and feelings.” Tom requested.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The girls chimed in together, “Please give us you theory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are hearing all kinds of things that don’t
make sense and the army is opening up that old base on route 102.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is all very hush, hush.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Just then Mark walked into the store and overheard the girls, “Really, you
want to hear that rubbish. Did you hear they are opening the old World War II
army base?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bet that they are doing
experiments there and need the army to guard whatever they are doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is where the noise came from and the
noise was supersonic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s what caused
the feelings! Part of the noise that was so high that it caused some people to
hear something and others did not hear a thing! Well that’s what I think.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom interjected, “We were just asking John to explain his point of
view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone this is Mark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now John tell us all what you said last week
when we were talking.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To be continued…..<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
John explained, “I’d rather not say right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You all will laugh at me.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The girls chimed in, “No we will not! Everyone else has a theory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s hear yours.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John looked down to the ground and tried to sound confident, “I believe in
the Bible. We are fixne to celebrate Jesus Christ’s birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is what Christmas is all about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not about who can give the best
gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s about giving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is what Christ did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He came down and was born in a baby’s
body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is very cool!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he lived his life among man until they put
him to death on the cross.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But instead
of being dead, dead, he paid the price for our sins so we can talk to God
directly by rising from the dead and ascending back to heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see I really believe this, and you should
too.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
But the thing is that Satan doesn’t want God to be THE GOD.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wants to take control even though he never
made anything except chaos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And making
chaos and lying is what he is good at. But this is all spiritual. “<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Ok”, responded Mark in his Scottish accent, “We in Scotland are Christians
too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are a lot of spiritual or
ghostly things that happen in Scotland that people say are caused by bad
spirits or demons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those spirits that
work for Satan are to blame.” <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John continued, “I know that a lot of things that go on are explainable
without any spirit activity involved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I know that Satan is active and people who talk of ghosts just give
him the camouflage he needs to get away with what he is doing without anyone
really believing he is around.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom asked, “So John, do you think is going on?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“You know that the military secretly opening up that old military base, the
talk of aliens, and terrorists, or spooky Halloween type ghosts being involved?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John continued, “All that is wrong. I know
because Satan just wants to distract us from worshiping the Christ’s birthday.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha was getting impatient and said, “Satan and ghosts – it is all the same
thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m tired of this talking in
circles. Be plain speaking John or stop talking!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Well I can’t be plain speaking because I don’t exactly know what Satan is up
to, but I do know it is him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The evil
spiritual forces are entering this world of ours and causing havic.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Ok I’m going home and imp not meeting for basketball tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to go with my family and visit Old
Russian families that live nearby.” And in saying that Sasha turned on her heal
and left.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The girls that were talking about the military base let too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, Mark, and John started to walk home.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Mark asked, “Do you really believe all that stuff you were talking about,
John?” <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John responded quietly, “Yes, I really do believe.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing else was said, as they walked home in
silence.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
The last school week had started and all the kids were being tested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not fun, but after the tests were
over, Christmas break started! Two whole weeks of freedom! <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The military base was actually being reopened and there were army trucks,
jeeps, Humvees, and army helicopters on the move all over the village. The kids
all ran out after school to see what was going on that day. Adults were even
gathered in front of stores or on street corners talking about what might be
happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The question of course was, “Why?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Thursday was the last day of school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Christmas was Monday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It just
seemed that the spirit of Christmas was being replaced with the talk of the
army moving in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom and Mark left school
together and as they were walking home that feeling came over Tom again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mark said, “Listen to that noise!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What is it? I thought this was over because
the army was here.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Just then Sasha ran up to them, “Did you hear that noise?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you hear it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well did you?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Mark exclaimed, “Oh yes we heard it and Tom has one of his feelings again.
Let’s go get John and go to Tom’s house to talk to his Aunt. Maybe she can
explain to us what is going on.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
They all agreed, got ahold of John and the four of them went to Tom’s house
to talk to his Aunt. When the go there Tom’s great aunt was in the Livingroom
sitting in her special chair. She was listening to a news bulletin on TV about
the noise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m glad you are hear
Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Boys come on in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to know if you are ready.” Aunt Mae
just spit it out as if they all knew what she was taking about.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom inquired gently, “Aunt Mae, what are you talking about when you ask if
we are ready?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does that mean?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Aunt Mae stared had him for a whole minutes, then she said, “I know two of
you are from other countries. Both of you should understand me.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha and Mark just looked at each other and shook their heads no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom said to his aunt, “I’m sorry Aunt Mae,
but we really have no idea of what’s going on or what you mean by if we are
ready. Could you please just tell us?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“All right,” she said, “you must be too young or don’t know your history
very well. Settle in, now.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Aunt Mae settle in her chair herself and began, “Hundreds of years ago there
was a favored man in God’s eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had
two sons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One son was chosen by God but
the other one was born to be argumentative. Both sons had many of their own
children, worshiped God, and loved their father. The father was asked to
sacrifice his son for his God and was going to do it. At the last minute God
stopped the father and loved the father all the more.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Once some time had passed the generations after the argumentative son became
unruly. They did what they wanted and ignored God’s will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These people, over time, still worshiped a
god, but it was no longer The God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead they followed their own god, who was actually Satan. This great
people thought they were worshiping The God in their own ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They even had prophets, but they were not The
God’s people anymore.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
At the same time the other son’s family grew to a nation and becomes disobedient
too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were many that still followed
The God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So over time, God sent them his
son to live as a man and to die as a man.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Aunt Mae took a drink of water. You see that father was willing to sacrifice
his son and The God was willing to do the same to make things right between Him
and His people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That son was named Jesus
and it is who we celebrate at Christmas and Easter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You too from the old country learned of this
before we did in the Americas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The group
of people that descended from the argumentative son are the ones that stir up
all this bombing and such now. So the question is are you ready?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John asked the next question, “Ready for what?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Aunt Mae just mumbled, “Are you ready? “falling asleep in her chair.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To be continued…….finished next week!!!!!!!!!!!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
</div>
Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-64259758486387503082015-12-09T15:22:00.000-08:002015-12-09T15:22:00.907-08:00What is wrong and what is right?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
A week or so had passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, John,
Sasha, and Mark had walked back and forth from school and talked from time to
time, but never about <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif;">the feelings or the noise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></u></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></u></b>It
was Friday now and the whole weekend was before them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was cold out but clear and crisp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Great weather to play ball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom, John, Mark, and Sasha agreed to meet at
the basketball courts at school Saturday morning at 9AM.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right now, Tom went home to a dollar store
with John to buy his family some Christmas presents. As they got to the store
they split up doing their own shopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sisters, Tom thought, I have to buy for my sisters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went in the hair and makeup section.
Picking out some things he turned the corner to get something for his parents
and heard a group of three girls talking. Tom stepped back so he would not be
seen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The conversation went like this.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with blue sweater “Well I heard my parent talking about a military
installation being opened up again over on route 102.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the old base from World War II.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder why they are opening it up.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the brown boots, “You remember all the talk a week ago about some
strange kind of feeling and a weird noise some people heard? I think it has to
do with that. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is something going
on that they are not telling us!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the blond bangs, “It just doesn’t make sense. What kind of “feeling”
could produce such a reaction?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
think one thing has to do with the other, but I did over hear something myself.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with brown boots, “Ok mystery girl with the answers, what did you hear?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with the blond bangs, “I heard some police men talking on the
street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were whispering, but didn’t
see that I was right there behind the tree.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Girl with blue sweater, “So what did they say. ‘Nice day today, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“No, that is not what they said silly.” girl with blond bangs retorted, “They
were talking about that if things get anymore intense they were going to get
their families out of town for the holidays.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“That is the word they used, intense?” asked the girl with the blue sweater.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Oh yes, they sure did, the world was intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No doubt about it, that was the word they
used.” Clarified the girl with the blond bags.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“Does anyone know someone who actually heard those noises? Asked the girl
with the brown boots.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I felt the feelings and know people who heard the noise at the same exact
time.” It was Tom coming around the corner. “My friends and I were talking
about the Bible, and Satan, and aliens from space.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We couldn’t come up with an explanation. My
aunt felt the feelings too!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
What kind of Bible Satan story are you talking about?” inquired the girl
with the blue sweater, “What does that have to do with opening up a base?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I don’t know but here is my friend. Hey John come over hear a minute, would
yaw?” Tom motioned John to join the group.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John came over and said hi, with his eyes looking at the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What do you want Tom?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“I want you to tell these girls your theory about the Bible and the noises
and feelings.” Tom requested.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The girls chimed in together, “Please give us you theory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are hearing all kinds of things that don’t
make sense and the army is opening up that old base on route 102.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is all very hush, hush.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Just then Mark walked into the store and overheard the girls, “Really, you
want to hear that rubbish. Did you hear they are opening the old World War II
army base?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bet that they are doing experiments
there and need the army to guard whatever they are doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is where the noise came from and the
noise was supersonic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s what caused
the feelings! Part of the noise that was so high that it caused some people to
hear something and others did not hear a thing! Well that’s what I think.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom interjected, “We were just asking John to explain his point of
view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone this is Mark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now John tell us all what you said last week
when we were talking.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To be continued…..<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br />
Well it is school time again and Tom thought it was great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told his friends, “Christmas is the best
season!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You get to do all these different
things, and get two whole weeks off from school!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John, the clumsy one, stood there listening. He was shifting his weight on
his feet back and forth, side to side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Up from behind cam Sasha. She bumped right into John on purpose saying, “Hi,
guys. Did you have a good Thanksgiving?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I certainly did. Have a good day!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>See you latter Tom, John, and …the Markster. Ha! Ha! Ha!” Off Sasha went
to go to class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Mark said to his friends, “That girl can play ball, but she certainly is a
weird girl.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
The other two shook their heads and said, “Let’s just go to class.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each one went to their classes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
When school was over the three started to walk home and Sasha ran up to join
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She whispered to them, “Hey, stop
a minute.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was talking to some kids
today and they told me that they heard a noise last week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was really strange.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It sounded like nothing they ever heard and
it made them feel really weird.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you
guys heard it?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John and Mark said together, “What are you talking about?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha responded sharply, “Can’t you hear or understand English!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m taking about something that we don’t
understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A noise and a feeling that
is just not normal!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom chirped in, “Actually I had a feeling that I didn’t understand. AND my
great aunt had the same feeling, I think.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She told me she was ready. Ready for what I’d like to know!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John and Mark all looked at him as if
you was really out in space. Sasha did not, but just stated as if it were a well-known
fact, “ I know what you are talking about, Tom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This feeling everyone is having happened at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that noise was heard only by a few, but
it was at the same time too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your Aunt probable
is more aware because she is so very old!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What are we to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think it is
all about alien from outer space walking among us and we can’t see them because
they don’t want us to.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
John added, “No Sasha, you are dead wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>These feelings and the noise are just a part of a government undercover
operation, to secretly find terrorist sympathizers amongst us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is what is going on.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom and Sasha looked at John and both said together, “What are you talking
about!” <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom added, “You must be off your rocker, really!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha shouted at John, “This has nothing to do with the government or
anything else of this earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t you
get it, it is creatures from out of space spying on us!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Now John cleared his voice and said very softly, “I know what is going on.”
Everyone just stopped talking and stared at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“If you read the Bible you become more
sensitive to the activities of the spirit world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the Christmas season.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People all over the world are celebrating Jesus’s
birthday if the realize it or not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That
means that the bad spirits are all around us trying to spoil everything for us
who believe.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom cried out, “No, stop, this is stupid!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You are all really of the deep end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Listen to yourselves!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going
home now and don’t want to hear any of this nonsense anymore!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that Tom got all his stuff, turned his
back on his friends, and walked briskly home thinking, I thought I was crazy
with getting that feeling, but my friends are really out there like Pluto!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really, really out there!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To be continued….<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
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<o:p> </o:p><br />
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<br />
Well the next day the weather changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Weather likes to play games.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One
minute it is sunny and the next the wind is blowing from the north and it
rains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Better than snow I guess for this
time of year, but Tom went to meet up with John and Mark to play ball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had his basketball and a jacket and went
out anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things were great!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanksgiving was that week and school was
only two days next week. Tom’s sisters were busy so he did not have to deal
with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom meet up with Mark and John. They went to the park to play ball. John was
the tallest of the three, but he was kind of clumsy. Mark was not short but not
very tall either, but he sure could hook that ball up and in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It must have been an hour or so that the drizzle
of rain stopped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is when they saw
Sasha walking down the side walk. The guys did not really care on way or
anther, so when she asked to play they said yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told Sasha to play with Mark to even the
odds and played two on two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well it
seems that Sasha should have some kind of nick name because she was fast! She
never dropped the ball and she made as many baskets as she missed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So much for evening up the odds. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
They took a break and then asked each other what their holiday plans
were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mark did not know, John was going
out of town to his grandparent’s place in the country. Tom was staying at home
and the uncles, aunts, cousins were coming over to his house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All his grandparents went to heaven. He did
have one great-aunt that was 95 or so. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
After playing some more ball in the rain, they got too cold so the three
boys went home. When Tom walked up to his house there was a weird van outside
his house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ran up to see what was
going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well it was Aunt Mae.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tom asked his dad what was the deal and his
father said, “Your Great-Aunt Mae had to come a day early.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She can’t sit in a regular car anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Look in the Livingroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She brought her special chair to sit in. We
are making up the indoor patio room up as her bedroom while she is here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She can’t climb the stairs. Now Tim, be
patient with her, remember she is 98 years old.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom went to say hi and Aunt Mae was just as talkative as ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had lost a lot of weight and looked
really weak. There was a nurse with her that was going to drop by daily to see
to her medicines and such.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was
going to be strange.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Aunt Mae saw Tom
she motioned him to come over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did,
of course, and bent down to her level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She whispered in Tim’s ear, “Lot’s going on this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you get that feeling a day or so
back?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sure did and I’m getting ready!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Tom asked his aunt, “Ready for what.” Aunt Mae never answered him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was already asking for a cup of tea and a
biscuit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some things never change.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
To be continued….<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br />
Well now, when his parents got home they keep the girls in their rooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a quiet night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We go to eat in peace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mom made a beef stew that was de..licious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dad. Mom and I watched a baseball game while
we enjoyed the calm evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to
bed and read my favorite adventure book falling to sleep to the running and panting
that I heard in my head as my hero ran for his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dreams were of climbing trees and make
race cars. Perfecto!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
The next morning I did not see my sisters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You see the oldest on is a sophomore in high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She starts school early.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other sister is in middle school and has
the same start time, but she had volleyball practice before school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were long gone by time I made my way
downstairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The walk to school was uneventful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
joined up with a couple of my buds and we just messed around with each other.
It was uneventful and that weird feeling did not come to me once!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
School was alright. Math and Science classes were fun, but English was a
major pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just don’t get why I have
to learn this stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After school I went
to my locker to grab my jacket and saw somebody new right next to me having a
hard time with her locker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I
asked to help, and she accepted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we
walked out the front door together I found out she lived one block south of
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we meet up with my two
buds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I introduced them, “Sasha <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>this is Mark and John.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The live near to the both of us.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha said, “Hi, how long have you lived here?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Mark answered, “Oh we have been calling this neighborhood home for 10 years,
ever since my Dad came back from Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was born in Scotland.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha asked, “Well how about you too?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
I responded for both of us because John was too busy looking down at the
dirt, “We both have lived here all our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Where do you call home?”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha responded quietly, I come from Mother Russia.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Mark broke out, “You really still call it Mother Russia after all those
countries left Russia!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
‘Of course I do!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Russia is my
homeland and I miss it very much.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
“So then why did you come to America, to this small town?” John asked all by
himself!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sasha said, “Both my parents have work here, in your chemical research lab
of some company. I had no choice.”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
The boys started to goof off as usual and Sasha just joined in as if she was
always their friend.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
It was kind nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we they went their
separate ways to go home, Sasha turned around and said to the three boys, “Maybe
I will see you in mornig, good?” <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
We all said, “Sounds good to us!”<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
To be continued….<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p> </o:p><br />
<br />
<o:p></o:p><br />
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One day a young boy named Tom went to school, as usual. He felt a dark heaviness all around him, but could not figure out where this feeling was coming from. <br />
<br />
As Tom walked home, the same feeling followed him. When he walked into his house, his sisters were fighting. He had to duck as they were throwing things at each other; they were breaking things. Mom and Dad were going to be really mad! Both these sisters were older than him, but he felt that he had to do something. So with all his courage and volume he could muster he said, "You two stop this right now. Go to your rooms and don't come out until you can talk to each other in a civil manner!"<br />
<br />
To Tom's surprise they stopped throwing things and yelling. Both sisters went to their rooms.<br />
<br />
Now Tom did not know what to do. He still felt that heaviness around him. Tom thought, I wonder if that same feeling is what made his sisters fight so hard. <br />
<br />
He went to his room to wait for his parents to come home.<br />
<br />
To be continued.......</div>
Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-17646440450226153142015-11-06T09:15:00.002-08:002015-11-06T09:15:18.885-08:00Bammer the Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Bammer is the man, a cute boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Give him a ball or a pool,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He needs to have no toy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Give him a movie or a song,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He is totally cool, his own boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Runner, hitter,
swimmer, a ball player, very competitive he is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">A smiling, giggling, nutty, contriving jokester, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">But full of love and forgiveness; full of sweetness he is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">A good friend to all, <u>usually</u> considerate,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Smart as a button and busy as a bee, always a player he is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Bammer, Bammer, Bammer, that is your super hero name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Being a gentleman and a strong man is normal for you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">I love you, so special are you to me that is my claim!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">My sweetie pie, you are a special type of guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">A pill you are, but there’s more to see; now go grab your
fame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-72364467587065089102015-10-26T15:44:00.002-07:002015-10-26T15:44:49.207-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">HaLlOwEeN
sToRyS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">By D. Scozzari<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%;">The Hug from Behind in the Dark!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Donald was
walking down his street. He felt ghostly arms give him a tight hug.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he felt damp and shivered from a cold
chill that ran through his body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Howling
and yowling a black cat jumped in front of Donald giving him a fright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The air
cleared and the moon shined brightly down on Donald.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt creepy, like something was lurking
behind him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took a while to get the
courage, but Donald turned to see if anyone was there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Quiet as a
mouse was his shadow just as it should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Suddenly it grew large; its hair went out of control. The shadow raised
its arms and hands up high.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Loudly it
said, “Boo”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Donald ran all
the way home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-46174320973253973932015-10-26T15:43:00.000-07:002015-10-26T15:43:13.599-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">HaLlOwEeN
sToRyS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">By D. Scozzari<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">Do You
Understand?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Crossing a
deserted street there was two cats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One
was black with brilliant green eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
other was bright green with deep black eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Coming from
the other direction was two ladies and a boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They were taking a shortcut home from the corner store.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As they saw these cats they slowing stopped
walking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boy sarcastically said,
“Look Mom at these cats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aren’t they
cute?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to chase them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The boy’s
mother told him to stop, but he was already yards away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other lady stood back as the mom ran
after her child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As the boy got
closer he could see more cats coming to join the two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ran into all of them to scare them into a
run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He thought, what fun this is!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mother didn’t know what to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew this was not right, but she also
feared for her son’s safety.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lady that
stayed back from all of this put up her pointer figure in the air and circled
it around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she did this, the cats
stopped running.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They encircled the boy
and his mom, meowing, staring, and waving their tails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cats thought that this was fun, scaring
this mean boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boy shouted in a
nasty tone at the cats, “You can’t get me, you are only a bunch of cats!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The mother
tried to protect her son. She tried to keep her son quiet. She tried to talk
soothing to the cats to calm them down. After nothing she did worked she told
her son to get down on his knees and hold his head in his lap as she was
doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she started to make motions
like she was a cat herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her boy
looked at her like she was crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
still standing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A cat from the back came
forward and looked at the mother with interest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This cat had tiger markings and pressed up against the mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mother then turned slowly into a cat. She
looked up to the lady down the street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lady now
twirled herself into a tumble weed and rolled down toward the cats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She rolled right and left as if playing with
the cats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cats started to play back,
including the mother, (who now was a cat). Now the whole street was in
confusion, and still the boy just stood there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Out of nowhere
a dead tree rolled into the road. All the cats jumped on this dead tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lady became herself again and twitched
her nose as she waved her hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Up the
dead tree rose into the air and then flew off into the sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lady went over to the boy and asked if he
was alright.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said he was not sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lady told
the boy, “Make sure you think about the consequences of your actions before you
do anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The boy asked,
“Will my Mom be all right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lady
responded, “Of course she will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope
you like cats now!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Over to the boy came
the mother meowing and crying to the boy to pick her up and pet her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lady said,
“How quickly life can change.” She then floated off to join the cats on the
dead tree. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The boy was
left standing in the road with this huge cat that was once his mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said, “I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will take care of you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picked his mother up and walked home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p> by D. Scozzari</o:p><br />
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-21173401334810356722015-10-12T21:01:00.003-07:002015-10-12T21:01:35.895-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">HaLlOwEeN
sToRyS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">By D. Scozzari<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;">It Is All in The
Wrist.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At school the
teacher told her students to draw a picture that reminded them of
Halloween.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some kids drew witches and
others drew vampires. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still others drew
Scooby Doo and others drew an old creepy house with ghosts flying in and out of
the windows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Janice drew
something different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She drew a monster
with pink and purple hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The monster
had long eye lashes and big red lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janice then drew a pet for the monster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She drew a cute little dog that wore an orange “dress”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Janice not
decided to sneak a snack out of her desk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was a giant sugar cookie that was decorated like a pumpkin. She had
another cookie just like it and put it on her desk as she was eating the first
one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Wait one
minute, Janice thought, where did my cookie go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As she looked around she saw the hand of the monster that she had drew
going back into the picture with the cookie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Janice grabbed the cookie tried to pull it back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the cute dog grew into a monster dog
with hug teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He snapped at
Janice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Janice just had no chose at all. She grabbed her big eraser
and erased them both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now she could eat
her second cookie in peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> by D. Scozzari</span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%;">What
on earth are you looking at?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The park is
always a fun place to be with friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Older kids here on the swings and couldn’t help but notice some 8 year
olds standing by a tree looking down at the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The older kids got off the swings and went
over to look; they saw them too!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
some parents came by to pick up their kids and also went over to the group by
the tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>What did they
all see? One pair of feet had long dirty nails, and hair all over. Another pair
of feet had short nails on its toes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
toes were purple and swollen as if they had been pounded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>NO hair could be seen and the skin was whiter
than white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The third pair
of feet had long wide solid and white nails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They were attached to a reptile like foot with scales and open, blisters
that were oozing with a green substance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A police
officer drove up and got out of his car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He walked over and asked everyone to stand back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took a long hard look at these feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he reported it in on his radio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he took out his weapon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a small cage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The police
officer as everyone to stand back and put the cage on the ground by the
feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then opened its door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Screeching, growling, a go-lup could be heard as the trees
rustled and all three pair of feet disappeared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now the police
officer turned to the crowd and said, “It works every time!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he crouched by the cage putting in it a
piece of cheese that had been in his pocket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This little tiny, gray mouse. ran into the cage to enjoy her
reward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The policeman closed the cage;
went back to his car; he drove off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Question:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> W</span>hose feet were under the tree?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">by D. Scozzari</span></o:p></span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-44640121290731252322015-10-05T05:00:00.000-07:002015-10-05T05:05:33.550-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%;">HaLlOwEeN sToRyS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span></div>
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blowing, howling; dogs were barking; cats were meowing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone saw the white sheet moving towards
the grocery store’s door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone stepped
back to get out of it’s way, bewildered of what they saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As the white
sheet entered the store the cans rattled on the shelves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boxes danced and the soda pop
exploded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the meat department the
knives flew in the air going all which way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The crunch, crunch was heard from aisle 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those that had the courage to look saw the
sheet appear as if it was facing an entity eating potato chips. The chips were
crunched up in the air and then dropped in a pile onto the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gained strength from the chips, it started to take form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As skeleton formed first the head then to its
feet. Long hair grew, followed by long dirty nails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It then walked over to get a coke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sheet followed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the entity drank a
coke it saw its reflection in the glass door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Startled by its reflection, it jumped; spilling its coke all over itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grabbing the white sheet, it cleaned itself
off head to toe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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could be seen is the dirty sheet on the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The grocery store’s door opened and out went a gentle breeze that smelt
of chips and coke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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by D.Scozzari<br />
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-51014892975276142732015-09-27T06:06:00.002-07:002015-09-27T06:06:19.909-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I know that October is a fun but creepy month with Halloween coming up. Some stories are scary and some are just fun. I plan on writing some short stories that have adventure and fun to fit the mood of the month. Check it out and tell me which one you like best! <br />
<a href="mailto:d.scozzari@yahoo.com">d.scozzari@yahoo.com</a><br />
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Follow your dreams and see what happens!<br />
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D.Scozzari Author of The Ninth Region Series.</div>
Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-24358228568826050752015-09-27T06:01:00.001-07:002015-09-27T06:01:25.347-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 20.0pt;"><span style="color: black;">A Fall Adventure<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;">The trees where turning bright colors, but the rain knocked
them down to the ground as quickly as they appeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Kaylyn went for a walk with a friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They like walking in wooded areas in parks or
on the streets. It seems dreary to others, but they enjoy the dampness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> But Kaylyn and her friend forgot that it gets dark latter
now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sun sets sooner every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now it is dark, and they are 30 minutes from
home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wind was starting to blow
stronger and you could just tell it was going to rain hard. Things are not so
fun anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Then it happens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
stranger drives up and offers them a ride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The driver looks like a mother and the passenger her husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While talking to them Kaylyn finds out that
the passenger is a brother of the driver and that they both like certain
websites on this Fall season.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kaylyn
lets her guard down and tries to talk her friend to take the ride home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Her friend is not so confident with these people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She does not know them except from what they
said about themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is not reliable.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She starts to walk off, urging Kaylyn
to come along.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Kaylyn is reluctant to take that dark walk home, but she
goes with her friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kaylyn is very
careful to say thank you for the ride, but they need to stay on the path their
parents know them to be on. Just then, Kaylyn's mom stops to pick them up and take them home in her car.</span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> The next day in the news there was an Amber Alert story
about a boy and a girl that was out in the same neighborhood walking a dog. The
two kids had been walking and never reached home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teams of people were our searching for
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kaylyn then told her parents about
the people that stopped to give them a ride.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Her parents called the police and soon Kaylyn and her
friend were giving a description of the man and woman in the car as best they
could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now the Amber Alert included the description
of this couple and their car.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Kaylyn felt sad that these other two kids got taken. She
felt oddly guilty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her parent sat down
and told her she did the right thing to listen to her friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That if they hadn’t kept walking, they would
be the ones taken. But Kaylyn felt responsible in some way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She should have said something to an adult
while she could still see the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Run
up to a door of a nearby house, or call on her phone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Soon her friend was done talking to the police and came and
sat next to Kaylyn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kaylyn confessed to
her friend how she was feeling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her
friend told her that she was glad that Kaylyn had listened to her last night.
She said they were kids, how were they to know if there would be any further consequences
that night. Kaylyn responded that they need to look beyond themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> Then everyone got excited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Near the neighborhood there was a field with brush and trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids where found there hidden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were badly beaten. The girl was messed
up bad and the boy had had his own experience. Both were bleeding, brushed, and silently crying. The ambulances where there in seconds
and now the police had further description of the two who had done this. The
dog was found dead nearby. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;">All the adults were both happy and scared for the two kids.
It would take a long time for them to recover from this terrible experience.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> At school, the police came to talk to everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Warning them to always be on guard; always be
aware of their surroundings and have a plan to scream and run whenever they felt
threated. The trick of course is to know if you are being threated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> After school the kids that walked home all came together
and said a prayer. “Dear Lord, we know everyone in this world do not love you
or follow your laws.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please help us look
for your guidance, receive your protection, and have the wisdom to act on your
direction. Please be with our fellow students that need healing. In Jesus Name
we pray, Amen.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"> From then on all the kids walked with a spring in their
step, a watchful eye, and did not get distracted off their route without
checking in with their parents first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This was a good thing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the wind softly blew the leaves around, and the trees made a gentle rustling noise,
but the feeling of Fall was lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
said how one decision can change your life for the better or for the good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can’t take it back and do a ‘redo’. This
is why it is always a smart thing to allow God to have your back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What better protector could you have?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bad things happen but God always keeps you in
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-27667949818773933182015-09-23T08:23:00.001-07:002015-09-23T08:23:20.288-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever thought of where you would like to go see. What would you like to do for fun. What would you like to do to honor God. Let's get started.<br />
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What can we experience? <br />
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I love the mountains. They are so high! Some have trees growing all different colors of green. Others are dry and have brush and rock only. Then again some are so tall that there is always snow and the air is thin (not enough oxygen for us to breath well). Some are volcanos that have a lake of fire water (lava) moving about so very far under the ground. <br />
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I love forests and woods. There are not cars, or music, or any other sounds at all but those that come from the wooded area you are in. You discover animal, bugs, flowers, trees, shadows, hidden paths that you would not see if you never ventured into the secret place. <br />
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I love the water, salt or spring feed. It is so much fun to swim, play in the waves, go down a water slide, play water games, and make a sand castle that the water comes in and around with every wave. I love tubing in the rivers or being pulled behind a boat. Just riding in a boat and feel the waves hit you in the face or just relaxing hearing the gentle flow of the water pushing up against the boat.<br />
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I love the rain. Rain makes everything come alive. The sound of a gentle rain is so relaxing. The spiking hard rain of a storm with wind that can move you. The light and sound show is so full of wonder and the hard wind is fun to walk in. Just stand still and not move at all; I bet you can't.<br />
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I love night. I love the moon light, so mysterious; the sounds of the crickets and the stillness that comes from many creatures fast asleep.<br />
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I love the day. When the sun warms your skin and activities outdoors are liberating. Or in winter the everyday is a new world to wake up to. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is it an ice storm? The clouds move so gracefully; to watch them you can make up a whole imaginary world of your own. Do we have to go to school today? <br />
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I love fire. It dances and just takes over you mind in a way that nothing else can. It also warms you on those really cold days.<br />
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These are a few of the things that spark ideas and sooths my spirit. It is a great to enjoy God's hand work of creation personally. It put you in awe of God's imagination and creativity and power.<br />
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But never forget that this is earth and not heaven so for each of these wonders there are things to be careful about. In the mountains you could fall badly or get frost bite. In the forest and woods you could get lost or walk into a poisons snake. In the water the currents could pull you under or you could get caught by a strong wave. The rain can become a storm where lighting, wind, and flooding becomes very dangerous. The night can be scaring. You could get lost, or fall because you can't see where your feet are stepping. The day can be too hot. You can get sick, sunburned, wind burned, or dehydrated. Fire is just as scaring as it is beautiful. It can burn and destroy just about anything, if left uncontrolled.<br />
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There is good and bad in all things. This world is not heaven We can honor our God by treating it with Godly wisdom and the respect it deservers . Then this world can be a awesome experience to live in. But moderation and wisdom must always be present. And never forget that other's lives do not have what you have. We all live the life we are born to, but we can always become what ever God puts in our hearts that we want to be. Follow your dreams and see what happens.<br />
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Questions can be emailed to <a href="mailto:d.scozzari@yahoo.com">d.scozzari@yahoo.com</a>.</div>
Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-9485735341479223722015-09-11T09:25:00.001-07:002015-09-11T09:25:44.762-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The whole story with minor changes. Still looking for a title. Give me your ideas at <a href="mailto:d.scozzari@yahoo.com">d.scozzari@yahoo.com</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The sun was not quite up yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were shadows all over from the little
bit of moon light left in the sky. Sara, the owl, was flying around for her
last sweep of the area for some food before nesting in her tree when she saw
it! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sitting together in awe was Anabella, the fox, Corrina, the
tiger, and Lillian, the black bear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What
they were all looking at was this flare, like fire, coming right out of a hole
in the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The flare wavered as fire
does and would stretch up high in the air at times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Everyone was uncomfortable with this flare and yet they did
not leave but surrounded it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all a
fox, a tiger, and a bear were rare companions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In fact, they were not companions at all! Each kept its distance from
the others, being ready to pounce or run away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The flare mesmerized them in such a way that the power to look into the
fire was stronger than the power to depart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It looked as though an entity was appearing in the flare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Corrina it looked like a tiger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Anabella the entity looked like a
fox.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Lillian it looked like a
vaporous black hole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">No one but Sara, who was now perched in a tree, saw the icy
cold water nearby wave up and show a partial head; two ears and two eyes
staring at the flare from the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If
you looked closely enough Sara could see a black wet nose, but she could not
tell if it belonged to the ears and eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Anabella and Corrina began to get upset with each
other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shoving, pushing, and
growling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not long before
Anabella ended up in the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she
emerged not only was she shaking wet but she had an addition to her head. Cold
and slimy, the creature was hanging on so not to fall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But fall it did, right into the fire. Burned,
the creature yelled in anguish. Anabella smelled the burned thick skin and
thought it would taste really good, but for some reason she did not act on
that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead she carried the creature by
its neck in her mouth back to the cold water to try to decrease its pain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The seal said, “I am Dianna. This flare has increased and I
am fearful of it. I live in the water with my family of seals, but this flare,
even though it stays on out of the water, it has a power.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Lillian coward over the whole scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did not know what to do. Maybe, she
thought, she should just run away. The little black bear climbed up a tree to
put some distance away from her and the flame. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sarah screeched “What is that coming this way?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It made Lillian jump and almost fall out of
the tree. For the first time the other animals saw that the owl was perch above
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER TWO<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Bounding out of the snowy tree line came a massive white
creature that had the power to swat them and do them harm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Annie the polar bear did nothing but to
stare at that same flare that seemed to call to them all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">After some silence, Lillian called to Annie, from the tree
she found a haven in, “Is that flare not too hot for you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are a creature of this tundra.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annie replied, “Yes, it is hot, just like it was to that
seal that I would love to eat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Dianna squirmed deeper into the water, “What did it say?
Does it want to eat me?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">That was when a wolf emerged from the brush that lay around
the flare. She announced to the others abruptly, making them all jump, “Why are
you all here?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is my territory!
Julissa is my name and you are not welcome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Why did you bring this strange spectacle to my home? “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“It has nothing to do with you!” sounded off Lillian from
her safe perch in the tree, “Or did you create this flare to scare off
travelers?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You must be responsible as it
is YOUR TERRITORY!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa responded strongly, “It is not; you are wrong in
your accusation Miss ball of black fur.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annabella started to bounce around nervously, “Why did you create
such a flare?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe you wanted to start
a fight for your amusement among other animals?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annie roared out so loud, everyone else held their ears,
“You do not want to start a fight with me. I the biggest and strongest of us
here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Responding in kind, Julissa said, “You may be the biggest
and strongest but wolves are fast and strong in numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My pack will be here soon. You had better be
careful of what you say in your arrogance!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER THREE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It was too late in the day for Sara to get involved in this
nonsense. She went to sleep in the tree as she did every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lillian stayed hanging on to the tree she had
climbed. Dianna stayed alert in the water, keeping an eye on the mysterious flare,
and the Polar Bear. Finally, after pacing about around the flare, and each
other, Corrina and Anabella settled down far from the others. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa, however, stood listening and watching and
waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was deciding what to
do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She, as a wolf, could take on the
fox, eat the seal, and scare the black bear in the tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Annie and Corrina would definitely be a
problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Besides, what was this flare in
the middle of nowhere?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It puzzled her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It was many hours later that the flare started to dance in
the wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Getting stronger it roared in
it power of heat and gas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of this
flare now the animals started to see an image of a young man. His hair was made
of fire. His hands were made of fire, as well. He began to mourn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time this creature’s mouth made a sound
the flare would soar up higher into the sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">All this noise and light woke up Sara from her deep
sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She turned her face toward the
flare and asked, “Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The fire man could not answer but continued to moan as if it
was in pain. As the man’s wailing became louder and he became more agitated.
The flare reached the tree tops and actually started an old dead branch on
fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">This made Lillian jump down from the tree, as she did not
feel safe there anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she didn’t
feel safe on the ground either as she landed right on top of Corrina. The tiger
took a snap at her and actually got a mouth full of black fur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER FOUR<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sara said, “We can’t keep going on like this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Either we all move on and leave this creature
of the earth alone or we try to talk to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">At that moment Dianna had something to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone had forgotten about the seal in the
water, as she was mostly submerged, quietly in the dark icy water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What if this flare means no harm to us at
all?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None of us get along, we are mostly
enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is no trust between
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That does not mean that this is the
way of this, this, Fire Prince.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“Fire Prince?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
are taking liberties seal of the water giving it a name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am a tiger and can overcome all foes,”
Corrina retorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Firmly Annie stated, “But I am the strongest and biggest
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one can brag of might more than
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa just had to interject, “If this is a contest, I
would surely win.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My will is not to be
denied.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">As they argued amongst themselves the flare became larger
as the Fire Prince’s moans and groans vibrated the ground. Annie hid behind
Julissa and Anabella started to pace again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In her agitation she miss stepped and come in contact with the flare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Burning her foot, put it in the cool water to
nurse it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Some more dead branches and brush caught on fire. Now there
was fire everywhere!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or it surly seemed
so. Corrina started to move around like a caged tiger, feeling trapped by the
fire surrounding them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER FIVE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“It is up to me.”, Dianna softly said. No one heard her but
Sara.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sara asked, “What do you think you can do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“It is up to me, I am the one. I am the one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">With that, Dianna pulled herself on to the shore and
started to whisper to the Fire Prince in a soothing manner. As she did the
flare became smaller.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon the other
animals stopped acting defiantly with each other. It was Dianna they watched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Being impatient Corrina roared, “What is going on
here?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am tired of this!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">In reaction to Corrina the Fire Prince ignited into a hug
fire, burning onto it self, and became so large that even the tall trees seemed
small.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flames came out of his eyes and
the heat of his fire grew so hot it singed everyone’s hair or feathers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“Be quiet you foolish tiger.” Diana demanded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The Fire Prince does not want to harm you,
but you scare it with your noise and sudden movements! Please be quiet and
calm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">As Diana went closer to the Fire Prince, the fires went out
around them. The flare decreased in size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It became so small you could see the crack in the earth that the flame
was coming from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sara flew over it and
saw the actual rock under the ground burning so hot it was orange yellow in
color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">She quietly said, “The rock is alive, moving as a body of
water flowing down a mountain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
very much alive!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“The poor thing has not where to go.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Diana said sadly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“Poor thing, I don’t think this is a poor thing as it is
made up of heat and can grow at will.” voiced Julissa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“I will go.” Diana stated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“You will go where?” everyone responded in sync. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Diana explained, “He is trapped inside this rock we stand
on and cannot move on through the cracks far underneath the ground. I am wet
and cold to the touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will cool the
Fire Prince down so he can travel through the cracks and move on.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“But you will never come back”, shouted Lillian. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Dianna exclaimed, “I would be a meal to most of you had
things been different! What do you care what I do? There is a resolve building
in me to do this for him. I cannot explain it, but it is compelling.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“But it will hurt!” Lillian cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“It would seem this is what I am meant to do.” Dianna said
as she went into the crack that the Fire Prince came from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER SIX<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It was all over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
Fire Prince disappeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dianna
disappeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ground slowly filled in
with dirt so there was nothing to see. The big and cleaver animals all just stood
in awe that a helpless seal could act is such a way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They pondered it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One by one each went their way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First to leave was Julissa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then Anabella bounced off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next to go was Annie, as Corrina went in the
other direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All was left was Sara
and Lillian. Sara flew down to the ground and said, “It is puzzling why Diana
did what she did.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Lillian replied, “She was happy to give her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe she did not give her life, but became a
part of the hot flowing rock?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">As the owl and black bear moved on, Sara looked down into
the cold water that once was Diana’s home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In the water she saw an image of a Prince playing in the water, no
longer in trapped, but free to move at will.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The End<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By D.
Scozzari<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-34432320723300371972015-09-10T06:22:00.004-07:002015-09-10T06:22:46.047-07:00Short story continues, Name this story!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER TWO<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Bounding out of the snowy tree line came a massive white
creature that had the power to swat them and do them harm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Annie the polar bear did nothing but to
stare at that same flare that seemed to call to them all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">After some silence, Lillian called to Annie, from the tree
she found a haven in, “Is that flare not too hot for you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are a creature of this tundra.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annie replied, “Yes, it is hot, just like it was to that
seal that I would love to eat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Deanna squirmed deeper into the water, “What did it say?
Does it want to eat me?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">That was when a wolf emerged from the brush that lay around
the flare. She announced to the others abruptly, making them all jump, “Why are
you all here?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is my territory!
Julissa is my name and you are not welcome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Why did you bring this strange spectacle to my home? “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“It has nothing to do with you!”, sounded off Lillian from
her safe perch in the tree, “Or did you create this flare to scare off
travelers?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You must be responsible as it
is YOUR TERRITORY!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa responded strongly, “It is not; you are wrong in
your accusation Miss ball of black fur.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annabella started to bounce around nervously, “Why did you create
such a flare?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe you wanted to start
a fight for your amusement among other animals?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Annie roared out so loud, everyone else held their ears,
“You do not want to start a fight with me. I the biggest and strongest of us
here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Responding in kind, Julissa said, “You may be the biggest
and strongest but wolves are fast and strong in numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My pack will be here soon. You had better be
careful of what you say in your arrogance!’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER THREE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It was too late in the day for Sara to get involved in this
nonsense. She went to sleep in the tree as she did every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lillian stayed hanging on to the tree she had
climbed. Dianna stayed alert in the water, keeping an eye on the mysterious
flame, and the Polar Bear. Finally, after pacing about around the flame, and
each other, Corrina and Anabella settled down far from the others. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa, however, stood listening and watching and
waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was deciding what to
do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She, as a wolf, could take on the
fox, eat the seal, and scare the black bear in the tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Annie and Corrina would definitely be a
problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Besides, what was this flare in
the middle of nowhere?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It puzzled her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It was many hours later that the flare started to dance in
the wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Getting stronger it roared in
it power of heat and gas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Out of this
flare now the animals started to see an image of a young man. His hair was made
of fire. His hands were made of fire, as well. He began to mourn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time this creature’s mouth made a sound
the flare would soar up higher into the sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">All this noise and light woke up Sara from her deep
sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She turned her face toward the
flare and asked, “Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The fire man could not answer but continued to moan as if it
was in pain. As the man’s wailing became louder and he became more agitated.
The flare reached the tree tops and actually started an old dead branch on
fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">This made Lillian jump down from the tree, as she did not
feel safe there anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she didn’t
feel safe on the ground either as she landed right on top of Corrina. The tiger
took a snap at her and actually got a mouth full of black fur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER FOUR<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sara said, “We can’t keep going like this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Either we all move on and leave this creature
of the earth alone or we try to talk to him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">At that moment Dianna had something to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone had forgotten about the seal in the
water, as she was mostly submerged, quietly in the dark icy water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What if this flare means no harm to us at
all?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>None of us get along, we are mostly
enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is no trust between
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That does not mean that this is the
way of this, this, Fire Prince.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">“Fire Prince?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
are taking liberties seal of the water giving it a name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am a tiger and can overcome all foes,”
Corrina retorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Firmly Annie stated, “But I am the strongest and biggest
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one can brag of might more than
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Julissa just had to interject, “If this is a contest, I
would surely win.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My will is not to be
denied.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">As they argued amongst themselves the flare became larger
as the Fire Prince’s moans and groans vibrated the ground. Annie hid behind
Julissa and Anabella started to pace again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In his agitation he miss stepped and come in contact with the
flame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Burning his foot, put it in the
cool water to nurse it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Some more dead branches and brush caught on fire. Now there
was fire everywhere!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or it surly seemed
so. Corrina started to move around like a caged animal, feeling trapped by the
fire surrounding them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The exciting conclusion next week!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">D. Scozzari</span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-57928177082900358532015-09-02T06:46:00.001-07:002015-09-02T06:46:52.797-07:00You name the story!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Short story by D. Scozzari Six short chapters, on at a time.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">CHAPTER ONE<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The sun was not quite up yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were shadows all over from the little
bit of moon light left in the sky. Sara, the owl, was flying around for her
last sweep of the area for some food before nesting in her tree when she saw
it! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sitting together in awe was Anabella, the fox, Corrina, the
tiger, and Lillian, the black bear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What
they were all looking at was this flare, like fire, coming right out of a hole
in the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The flare wavered as fire
does and would stretch up high in the air at times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Everyone was uncomfortable with this flare and those who surrounded
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all a fox, a tiger, and a bear
were rare companions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, they were
not companions at all! Each kept its distance from the others, being ready to
pounce or run away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The flare mesmerized
them in such a way that the power to look into the fire was stronger than the
power to depart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">It looked as though an entity was appearing in the flare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Corrina it looked like a tiger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Anabella the entity looked like a
fox.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To Lillian it looked like a vaporous
black hole. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">No one but Sara, who was now perched in a tree, saw the icy
cold water nearby wave up and show a partial head; two ears and two eyes
staring at the flare from the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If
you looked closely enough Sara could see a black wet nose, but she could not
tell if it belonged to the ears and eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Anabella and Corrina began to get upset with each
other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shoving, pushing, and growling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not long before Anabella ended up in
the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she emerged not only was
she shaking wet but she had an addition to her head. Cold and slimy, the creature
was hanging on so not to fall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But fall
it, did right into the fire. Burned, the creature yelled in anguish. Anabella
smelled the burned thick skin and thought it would taste really good, but for
some reason she did not act on that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead she carried the creature by its neck in her mouth back to the
cold water to try to decrease its pain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">The seal said, “I am Dianna. This flare has increased and I
am fearful of it. I live in the water with my family of seals, but this flame,
even though it stays on out of the water, it has a power.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Lillian coward over the whole scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did not know what to do. Maybe, she
thought, she should just run away. The little black bear climbed up a tree to
put some distance away from her and the flame. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Sarah screeched “What is that coming this way?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It made Lillian jump and almost fall out of
the tree. For the first time the other animals saw that the owl was perch above
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Short story from last year! This year's story to follow soon!<br />
Really enjoyed my time with you all!<br />
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<a href="http://dscozzari.blogspot.com/2014/08/a-freak-winter-storm.html"><span style="color: #992211;">A Freak Winter Storm</span></a> <br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The winds whipped across the northern lands where two snow leopards found themselves. They were not native to of this northern area they found themselves in and wished to get turned around. It appeared to each that the wind and the terrain separated them from their sought after home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now these two snow leopards were from the same area of the world. They actually knew of each other, but they were not together. Actually they were not even friends. Ice Lynns was a beauty. She had a beautiful white coat. Ice Lynns was very aggressive and kept her welfare above all else. Jasmine, however, was more friendly. She had mothered several young cats in the past. Her coat was not a beautiful as Ice Lynns, but she prided herself on being fair. Neither of them could roar, but they did manage some hisses, chuffing, mews, growls, and wailing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now by a freak winter storm they found themselves trapped in this land of isolation. But as they traveled around aimlessly to find their way home they saw something unique. There were two lands of the north that were connected by ice during the coldest part of winter. It was at this time that the two snow leopards made their way over the icy bridge to a land not known to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Once the snow leopards arrived to the other side of the ice bridge, they met creatures new to them. As they hide in a snow drift, they watched as these local animals interacted. It became apparent that the varied lives of these native animals did not make them all friendly to each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chardon was an arctic fox. Not being a very large animal, he was very flexible and would pounce on small animals that moved under the cover of the snow. But he was not the only creature that loved small game. Sophia would swoop down from the air. Because of her mostly white feathers, she would come almost unseen until she grabbed her prey and flew away to consume it. Sophia was an arctic owl. Many times Chardon would find his meal only for Sophia to snatch up right from him as he brought it out of the snow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Other animals of this area, new to the leopards, were a wolf named Qwade and a polar bear named Madina. Now this wolf usually travels with his friends but the same winter storm had separated him from his pack. Qwade’s ability to hunt caribou was severely limited by him being alone. He would have to build an alliance with someone to hunt with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ice Lynns and Jasmine observed the fox. He followed the great white bear who was strong, large, mean, and loved the seals that she caught in the cold icy waters of this region. At first Madina, the polar bear, kept turning on Qwade as he tried to follow her into her hunt. But as long as he feed on what was left after she moved on, Madina seemed to tolerate Qwade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ice, wind and snow did not bother any of these animals. Not even the creature called a guard. He was also separated from his own kind and looked so very cute, but was so very mean. He had sharp teeth to capture his meal and did not care much what that meal was. His name was Connell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now after the snow leopards observed these animals of this northern land they had traveled too, they set their plans in motion. Ice Lynns was out for herself and left Jasmine on her own. She traveled down to align herself with one of these animals. At first she tired to befriend Madina, but the polar bear was already tolerating Qwade shadowing her, so she became very upset when Ice Lynns tried to join the caravan. Then she stalked Qwade at a distance, but always kept the guard in her view. Ice Lynns whispered, “Both these animals can suit me for my hunting. They both seem to be out for themselves as I am. This is a good start.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasmine liked the same food, but was not willing to start a confrontation for it. She decided to slowly befriend Chardon. Although his food target was much smaller, she could satisfy herself with it without starting any kind of fight. It seemed that all of the animals were all wary of each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">As these animals found a comfortable tolerance of each other, a new interest and different animal approached the area. She was quite dark brown so she could not hide in the snow drifts. When she approached she let out a great roar and show her nasty teeth. But this brown bear was completely out of place, even more out of place than Jasmine. It was Jasmine’s decision to try to befriend this bear. It would not be easy, but she could use her powerful muscles to help her find larger game. So to that end, Jasmine went over to the bear. First she approached very cautiously. As she approached, it was obvious to her the bear was very scared and knew how conspicuous she was. Jasmine reached out, “Hi brown bear. My name is Jasmine. What is your name?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The brown bear was tentative. She replied, “I am known as Izzy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasmine inquired, “You don’t look like you are from around here. Neither am I. My home is far far away and I need a friend. You look like you need a friend too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Izzy replied, “Yes you are right, I do not belong here either. I am a small female grizzly and don’t fit in with the others. I am small for my kind and don’t seem to have that mean characteristic that others of my kind have. Finding an area that I can fit in has been hard for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Gratefully, Izzy responded, “That sounds like a good idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter Three<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">During this rest something unexpected happened. The snow started to fly up in the wind with a great deal of force. Sometimes hurting as it touch the animals, it was blowing every which way, making it impossible to see. Izzy laid down and Jasmine covered them as best she could with her furry tail. Ice Lynns and Qwade ended up curling up together to brave out this strong wind. Madina didn’t care and just kept to herself. There was no sight of Sophia who was probably finding shelter elsewhere. Chardon found himself snuggling up with Jasmine and Izzy. Connell, the guard, had no problem with this weather as Madina didn’t and just kept his squited eyes open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">When the wind settled down, in the mist of them was a dead caribou that the wind had uncovering in its fury. Immediately Madina took it over. Qwade, Connor and Ice Lynns tried to gab some of the meat for themselves. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Madina stated with a roar, “This is my caribou. I will not share until I have had my fill.” Madina tried to keep Qwade the wolf, Connell, the guard, and Ice Lynns away. As hard as she tried, it was impossible to keep track of all three as she ate. Although she tried her best to dominate the caribou, it was impossible to keep them off her prize all of the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Sophia returned to pester Chardon for his tasty finds beneath the snow.That left Izzy and Jasmine starving with nothing to eat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Out of the shadows of one of the mountains nearby came a very strange sight indeed. There was a snow sled that was slowly coming closer. It was moving to slow for a pack of dogs to be pulling it and the sled was weighted down with something. Jasmine watched Madina. Just as she expected, Madina was keeping her eye on this new prospect of food, but was unwilling to leave her current feast. Next Ice Lynns and Chardon also took notice. They could smell what was the in that sled, more caribou. Jasmine new this was trouble. She ran over to the sled and saw that a man was pulling it himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">She announced herself saying, “Hi, it would seem you have brought yourself into danger.” By this time Izzy was next to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The man yelled back, “Yes I can see that. I was hunting and my dogs were caught in that storm with no shelter. I’m afraid they did not make it, getting buried in the snow. I don’t know you, but the rest of these animals would be happy to take my caribou off my hands. They would probably like to take a taste of me as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasmine offered, “My friend here will not hurt you and we both can protect you, but we are hungry too and would like some of your cargo. We don’t want you to get hurt, and will protect you to the best of our ability if you let us feed or not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The man responded with a question, “Why would you do that for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasmine and Izzy answered together, “Because it is the right thing to do. You are an innocent in this food war that seems to be going on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Qwade said to his fellow attackers, “This feels like when I would hunt with my extended family of wolves. This is great!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">With all the notice and tension surrounding this scene, Madina decided to leave her dinner and watch as this attack unfolded. She spoke out loud to herself, “I wonder who will be left after the fight. Surely I can take some of this for myself”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Once Madina started to pay attention, Chardon turned his attention to what was going on. It seemed to be two against three with the polar bear waiting to be backup on her own behalf no matter which way things went. He found a way in to Jasmine and Izzy and said to them, “I am little and can’t do much, but I will help you defend this man.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Izzy and Jasmine nodded to acknowledge Chardon joining them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Immediately Jasmine leaped into the air to put herself between Ice Lynns and the man. The two snow leopards started to fight each other with all the force they had. This left Izzy to take on anyone else that choose to attack. It was soon Izzy fighting Connell and Qwade. Chardon tried to help by nipping at the feet of the arctic wolf and guard. He did what he could. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">This attack grew loud as the fighting became even fiercer. Jasmine seemed to be getting the better of Ice Lynns, but in one move this good hearted cat was put down, bleeding from her belly. She could not get up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It was at this very moment, when the fight seemed hopeless for the man, Izzy, Jasmine, and Chardon when over head you could hear Sophia. Of course she did not like Chardon much. Nor did she care who came out as winners in this fight. But all this noise disturbed her peace and quiet. As long as this stupid fight went on, she would not be able to hunt or sleep. Sophia shouted, “You all need to stop!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ice Lynns looked up and responded, “How can you, a mere bird, stop me, a mighty snow leopard, or an arctic wolf’s cunning. You are helpless.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Well Sophia was not put off by these words of defiance and responded with confidence, “I am not a mere bird. I am an owl. Just meet my friends.” The skies filled up with owls and all other kinds of birds that lived in this region.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The birds were all tired of the land locked animals’ arrogance. All the birds snipped and pecked at the attackers with great frequency, weakening the fierce snow leopard and arctic wolf and guard. Even though the guard had done much damage to the man and the grizzly, it did not seem to be enough. Connell had thought this would be a short and victorious fight, but now he was changing his mind saying so that Madina could hear, “It seems that this battle is turning out to be more than it is worth. I am going to turn away. This is not fun anymore.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The polar bear responded, “I don’t care right now, I have all the food I need right here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter Seven<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">As this was going on the attackers got caught up with themselves. The man emptied the sled of the caribou went to Jasmine’s aid. He had a first aid kit and was able to stop Jasmine’s bleeding. The man even managed to clean and close her wound. The he lifted Jasmine into the sled, with Izzy’s help. The man pulled and Izzy pushed trying to get Jasmine away from the fight, leaving the caribou behind. The man said, “Nothing is worth this. I will feed my family in another way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Qwade and Ice Lynns just stopped. They had had enough of the birds lead by Sophia. It was just too irritating to continue. They let the man move away with Jasmine and Izzy. Instead of feeling defeated they just started feeding of the second caribou that the man had left behind. As the noise stopped, so did the attack from the sky and Sophia, along with her friends, flew away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now Chardon did not know what to do. All was calm, so he decided to just pouncing again on mice that he found under the snow as if nothing at all had happened, Chardon did mutter to Jasmine, “I hope you get better.” Other than that, Chardon just kept to himself doing his thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It did not take long for the man to direct the sled and his new companions to his camp. There fire and water were available, and everyone just stayed quiet and rested back to health. Of course Izzy was not injured that badly. So after a day the grizzly disappeared from camp. Everyone was sleeping so much they really did not notice. The next morning Izzy returned with a large caribou that she had found. All three feed on it and soon the man took his share and returned to his family. He was very grateful to have survived and to be able to bring food to his family<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Izzy said to Jasmine, “We make a good team. We are both away from home. Maybe you would like to travel a bit south of here and find a place to call home with me. What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasmine answered “Yes, I would like that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">So when Jasmine was able to travel, the two new friends, with very full stomachs, traveled south and found a forest that suited both of them. It is said that anyone who travels through this forest can hear them hunting and playing together. They take care of each other without hurting any one or anything with out cause. Some say they hear in the forest Jasmine say, “Hey Izzy where are you? Let’s go over to the lake for a drink?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Then Izzy would be heard responding, “Ok, I am always thirsty and like the fish that live in the lake too.” No one actually saw the snow leopard and the quiet grizzly, but everyone knows they are in the forest and offer no danger to anyone that travels that way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Book club days last year for War with the Ice Lady and yesterday for Knighting Nettle. So much fun talking with kids!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Book signing this Saturday at 1PM at Katy Budget Books. Tell your friends!</span><span style="font-size: large;"> It is a big day for The Ninth Region!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Always remember: Follow your dreams and see what happens!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">*Put God in the center - then everything and anything will come together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> *Paraphrased from Universal Designs saying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Drawings and short story to come! Love you guys!</span></div>
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Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-17626149943721561362015-07-15T00:33:00.001-07:002015-07-15T00:33:52.495-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I always wondered what it would be like to sail around the world in the 1700's. I always wondered what it would be like to be an astronaut or a submarine sailor (with windows - it has to have windows). How about living in the mountains like in the old west. Or being in Alaska with the days and nights are so long at different parts of the year. And then there is Tibet where the story of Shangri-La takes you where everything is peaceful and beautiful but you can never leave to go back home.<br />
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One of my favorites is to live by the sea in a shack, filled with shells and sand and washed up things from shipwrecks, with the ocean waves constantly singing to you. The I think of walking through a woods that I know, but I get turned around and coming across and old well that treasure has been dropped in by a stage coach thief.<br />
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Maybe your day dreams are different. Making a real tree house, or swimming with killer whales. How about going to New York and working on the stage! Or be a professional fisherman! Or designing a very unique, (weird), building for all to enjoy!<br />
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All these ideas and more are dreams of adventure. It is said that if you can imagine it you can do it.<br />
But you know it doesn't just happened. You have to make it a goal in life and learn all there is to learn about how to make it happen, and act on that information.<br />
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You have your dreams, special monsters, sweet animals, worlds unknown to explore. In the end it is fun to live in an imaginary world. And no matter what happens Jesus is an friend that that is real. He gives us courage and dreams. Life with Jesus is a great adventure!</div>
Donna Scozzarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17315606957979339141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085879769362513464.post-4995031956332530992015-07-09T06:17:00.004-07:002015-07-09T06:17:44.618-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you read the Ninth Region books, notice that Vincent he speaks up for others. <br />When you stand up for others may mock you and say you are not cool. But Jesus promised that He has your back; He is with you always. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The key is to stand up out of love for others, to right wrongs where you can, tell the truth, and always ask God to help you tune out the mocking voices around you; to always be able to hear Him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are enough and you are never alone.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Put God in the center, then everything and anything will come together. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By D Scozzari <br /> * Paraphrased from a card made by Universal Designs</span></div>
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