The Nexus of Writers

Author's Note: Hi! If anyone feels I'm incorrect or wrong on this analysis, please tell me so I can fix the errors. When Jesus was preaching His sermon at the Mount, He gave several instructions, pieces of advice, and rules on different morals. One of His teachings is, “The Narrow and Wide Gates,” (Matthew 7:13-14). This teaching is but only three sentences, however, explains a respected lesson in Christianity and sums the difficulty of completing what is right and the justly correct choice. The, “wide and broad gates,” which leads to the, “path of destruction,” is a symbol of a sinful, corrupted, and godless life. For a moment, think of how much more convenient it is to walk through a wider road or larger opening. One can carry or bring many things with them on this inclusive path and more than one person can enter at once. This explains how simple and effortless it is to sin, as well, how life may seem less, “complex,” without Christ. However, this path, this sinful life

Is your cat a time traveler? Time travel seems like a fairy tale, but for some cats, it may be a reality. As long as history itself, we have seen cats worshiped, slaughtered, and minding their own business. Why are cats so well documented? You don’t see dogs in the history books until modern times. The reason is, cats are time travelers who alter, fix, and repair history. Not only that, but cats a egotistical and lover to leave their mark. Do you have a cat who just seems a little off? Does he do bizarre things like run around in circles (cats normally don’t do this). He might be a time lord, time traveler, or time keeper. There are a couple signs that he might be one: If he does any of these he might be a time traveler. 1. He is obese (he needs cushioning while time traveling. It’s a very bumpy ride) 2. He disappears for the majority of the day. (just your friendly neighborhood cat saving history, again) 3. He just loves to sit on your history books while your studying (because

Draw a butterfly, use all the colors. To represent your love of others- But never yourself. A tattoo on your mind to help you stay, Something hand drawn and entirely homemade. I love you enough to draw this butterfly, Anywhere you want, just stay by my side. We can draw butterflies all day if you want- If you promise me, you’ll just stop. Whatever you want, just be here tomorrow, I know it hurts, but I’ll try to take away the sorrow. And if you break down, I’ll try my best to pick up the pieces, Just tell me you’ll keep on breathing. Because you know I couldn’t live without you, And I know you couldn’t live without me. So, we’ll draw butterflies together, Like we have forever. But this time it means so much more, As the ink crosses out lines that once kept score. On behalf of the past emerging into the present. A beautiful creature with something to represent. I never wanted a tattoo before, but I’ll get this one, And a thousand more, if you say you’re done. And we can be together

WARNING!!! Spoilers for Captain Marvel ARE present! If you want to avoid spoilers for this movie, DO NOT READ THIS! Is my cat a Flerken? After watching Captain Marvel I, like many cat owners, was wondering if there are other Flerkens on earth and if my cat one of them. Flerkens are alien monsters who look like a common housecat. But before we start poking and prodding our precious kitties, we must ask ourself what is a Flerken. Flerken can eat anything because their stomach is a portal to another dimension. When they are under attack or in a feeding frenzy, they will open their mouth to reveal huge tentacles and suckers that drag their victim into their stomach. Their claws are also extremely toxic. They can take your arm off and you wouldn't even know. They can also understand conversations. Here is a list of things that your cat could do that might make him a Flerkens: 1. He can eat almost anything. (Flerkens are known for eating monstrous proportions of anything.) 2

You may have noticed there is a lack of posts on this blog nowadays. That is because anytime I feel inspired, I have no access to writing tools, unfortunately, but I have still been making some progress ! I will do my best to release Watching Time Chapter 11 before the end of the month, and I'll also attempt to get another poem in by then, too. But this post is mostly to draw attention to the fact that, more often than not, this blog is going to have nothing. Coming back and checking daily may be pointless. I recommend hitting the subscribe button under the title of the blog. It will ask for your email, and then begin sending email notifications anytime a new post is published. Your email will be protected! Not even I can see emails! This is mostly a feature I'd like to recommend you use, if you've recently just been checking every day. Trust me, it'll save you lots of time.

Author's Note: This is misspelled on purpose to show how dysgraphia normally makes me write In my words: Disgraphia A wrighters wrath A wall of nerves Saking hands Missspelled words A difrent way to sea the werld Sentances repeat over and over Sentances repeat over and over A clam of a cure Tired hands Pencil gripers and rubber bands Spelling tests and study grops Hand wrighten papers and qursive Faild for me Howld my pencil like a monkey Computers, mikes, and typeing Papers about what I like No more tests, no more strif In yours: Dysgraphia A writers wrath A wall of nerves Shaking hands Misspelled words A different way to see the world Sentences repeat over and over Sentences repeat over and over A claim of a cure Tired hands Pencil grippers and rubber bands Spelling tests and study groups Handwritten papers and cursive Failed for me Hold my pencil like a monkey Computers, mikes, and typing Papers about what I like No more tests, no more strife

The boy approached the girl's house and knocked. It seemed like forever before the door finally opened. The girl had opened it, and stared at the boy, almost in fear. She sniffed a little, as if she was either sick or had been crying.      "What's wrong?" the boy asked her.      The girl was silent for a moment before she sighed. "My grandmother...she's really, really sick." She glanced nervously behind her, stepped out of the house, and closed the door behind her. "Let's go to the playground. I need to escape for a little bit."      The boy led her to where they first met and sat on a swing. The girl sat on the swing next to him and they sat still, not actually doing anything. Eventually, the boy spoke up. "They're not coming back, are they?" he asked quietly.      The girl thought for a moment and shrugged. "They will. Hopefully. All we can do is wait, and hope."      The boy slowly nodded. "You're ri

Healthy green watermelons, with their nice green shells. They look so delicious, and they look so big. On the inside they are a nice juicy red, But they hold teacherous black seeds, so BEWARE! Author's Note: I promised a friend I would write a watermelon poem. That was several months ago, now, and surprise! This is all I've been able to come up with.