“What are we going to do today, Brain?” asked Pinky. “The same thing we do every day,” Brain said. “Take over the world!” Clara smiled to herself as she remembered the dubious grin
“Clenching your teeth harder won’t make your posture any straighter, Marissa.” I glanced sidelong at Marissa, eyebrow raised and a smirk just barely visible on my lips. Her head jerked to her
Kieran wiped the sweat off his brow and hefted the crates back on his shoulder. Of all the days for Marta to need the donkey, he thought ruefully, this was not a good
My boots scuffed the red dirt road lightly as I walked, armed with a water bottle, a book, and a mission. Allured by a rumor of fresh berries, I had decided to exchange
What do Barack Obama, the late Kobe Bryant, and Viggo Mortenson (a.k.a. Aragorn, from The Lord of the Rings series) all have in common? All three of them are what we
How do I survive transitions? Being sent home from school to my family, injuring my knee and having to rest for weeks, and finishing school online. One word: goals. Not really a specific
All of us are on a quest. We might not think of our lives as quests, but they are. A quest is defined as a search for something. People spend their lives searching
My title word is one of my favorites. I don’t often share testimonies because, really, what struggles have I had that could really be compared objectively to the crushing weights and pains
The fifth of March I sat before a book of history, Reading up on Washington and John F. Kennedy. I took a long and weary sigh, for life had lost its zest. I
Some days, It’s the way the sun shines through the window And seems to bounce back up. Some days it’s the way the coffee smells, Or the way the china clinks,
Our journey often leads To places we know well, To places often trod With heavy footsteps fell. Our journey often leads To places yet unknown, To places left untouched Where never seed was
In the modern world, Since journeys are rare, I start Writing my own quest. I write of mountains. To reach the treasure, I climb Impossible crags. This journey is hard, Laden down by
A dark and lonely rutted track That leads to somewhere far away. A journey with no time to slack Upon the quester’s weary way. To search for truth, forgotten long, Or wealth
Was ever a desperate search so Peaceful as this? What path was so foggy and Calm as mine? What shapeshifter ever so Certain as I? I am revealed Without looking. God has not