Humans Of The Kingdom


Friday, December 09, 2016

"When I first got my leg infection I was really angry with God. I had come back from Papa New Guinea and was very emotionally drained and just wanted to be somewhere where I can settle at home. I got the infection when I was in Melbourne, Australia and since I couldn’t do anything while in Melbourne, I felt very angry with God. It made it harder to want to crave a relationship with him and I think I had this hurt and bitterness built up towards him. When I got a kind of slap in the face from a sister in Melbourne I learned how prideful I was by thinking that my plan was better than God’s. God obviously wanted me to have this leg infection, but because I didn’t want it, I thought that was better for me." 

Kelly // China

Humans Of The Kingdom


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

"I grew up in a catholic home and went to catholic school every Sunday; but it was really more of a routine rather than something I actually wanted to do. Not having my parents with me anymore forced me to go to church of my own condition. My parents would encourage me to go to church on Sundays, but actually going to church was up to me. I could lie and say I went because they would never know if I actually went to church or not. It was really easy for me to do that. I had to make a decision for myself on whether I wanted to go or not.

"I actually missed out on a lot from living on my own. During my high school years I would cry because it was so hard to live by myself. Even though I knew I could call my parents, still, their presence was difficult not to have with me.  You know those teaching moments, where your mom or dad would teach you about life, skills you would need, academic school work? I never had that and I thought about myself as having a disadvantage because there were other people who were probably better equipped than I. Though, I also saw it as an advantage. There are parts in the bible where it says 'Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge' (Proverbs 1:7). There’s another one that says 'If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all' (James 1:5). God was my teacher and I built a habit of asking him for knowledge and wisdom."

Kevin // Hamilton


Deuteronomy 32:10

Sunday, November 27, 2016

"In a desert land he found him,
in a barren and howling waste.
He shielded him and cared for him;
he guarded him as the apple of his eye."
A friend of mine posted this scripture up on his Instagram not too long ago and the second I read it, my heart sighed. I'm always so amazed by the bits of encouragement that God gives me, us, in his Word.

I find a lot of comfort in this scripture.

In a desert land he found him, in a barren and howling waste

Too many times have I allowed Satan to trick me into doing something that seems fine at first, but soon leaves me empty inside. Maybe you've felt that way too, or maybe I'm just the only one? Nonetheless, being lost in a barren and howling waste is a place I've been far too many times.

He shielded him and cared for him; he guarded him as the apple of his eye

I remembering sitting in on a women's lesson when I was at a conference down in St. Louis, and one of the ladies who spoke upfront described what it meant to be the apple of someones eye. She mentioned that, if you stared deeply into someone's eye, like literally focusing solely on the other persons eyes, you will eventually be able to see your own reflection in them.

Staring deep into someone's eyes takes a lot of concentration, and it takes your full attention in order to see your self in their pupils.

That's exactly how God looks at us. There is nothing that distracts him from paying his full attention on us. Never, and I mean never does God ever look away.

But sometimes we do. The moment I get distracted from Satan, or my problems, or anything and look away from God, that's the moment I get lost and there I am, sitting once more in my desert land.

There have been days where my desert land was far worse than barren, and was shrieking rather than just howling. But God would keep me safe during those times. He would shield me, and remind me that he's right there, I only need to find my reflection in his eyes again.

I hope you guys have a great Sunday and that you could find some kind of encouragement from this scripture just as I have.

Humans Of The Kingdom


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Photo Credits to: Shannon Robbins Photography

“I was reading a book at the time called 'Not a Fan', and it talked about being a complete follower of Jesus. I had been reading that book for a while even though I wasn’t much of a reader. When I really got into the book, I reached a part where it read: you could either be in the race running alongside Jesus, or you can be on the side cheering him on.  That’s something that really hit me hard because I didn’t want to be a fan, I wanted to be in the race with him and really make it to the end. I’m really not the kind of person who commits to things, but this was something I would commit my life to.

“But being the only disciple in my family is definitely one of the things that makes me struggle in my faith. I don’t have someone at home constantly asking me how my relationship with God is; or asking how my prayers have been; or keeping me accountable at home; or even just wanting to know more about my faith. It’s really hard because, at the same time, if I decided to walk away from the faith, they wouldn’t mind.”

Mac // Newmarket



Tuesday, November 22, 2016

I realized about myself that I love the idea of taking pictures, (I mean, I'm surrounded by so many photographers on the daily) but am unable to and, often forget to, take pictures. A big nice canon camera is expensive, and I, with no great passion for photography, would rather spend the money on other things. Though, one day, as I was exploring eBay, I came across a Canon AV-1 camera. It was a film camera and it was only $20! I bought it immediately.

Now, I was (and still am) very unfamiliar with film camera's, and using my camera first hand was a brand new experience. Number one lesson of film camera's that I learnt the hard way: never open the back and expose the film to light!! (I lost too many good photos for being so silly).

Anyway, enjoy a few of my film pictures. The first roll (which I got for free) was a test roll, so a lot of the pictures I took were too dark, or my shutter speed was not at the right ... speed? Though, I'm exited for my next roll!

I love this camera because, I only get one shot to take a good picture. With only 24 pictures per roll, I can't waste it (especially since it costs a thousand dollars).


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

I made this blog a long long time ago and the name "Le Unexpected Traveler" was meant to be just a placeholder until I found one that I liked. But, a name I liked never emerged, so I hit send on my new blog.

Now that I've been getting a lot more into my blog, the name began to make me cringe. I know many blogs that have gone through a name change process, so I thought, "It's time I made a change."

I love my blog, and I really wanted to have a name that I love as well, SOOO...

*drum roll*

Welcome to Into the Light! The small little blog about travelling through life with God :)

The name took so long to choose. I had like, four executives on the case and I was throwing names at each of them and they were throwing names at me until, finally, we all seemed to come to the conclusion that "Into the Light" worked best. (Big shoutout to those four for dealing with my pickiness haha)

And now, with a brand new blog design and name, I can happily write away on my blog without any cringing! I hope you guys like the name too. Into the Light basically describes my adventure as I journey towards "the Light" a.k.a Jesus. So, it both entails my travels (which this summer will be FILLED with) and my adventure with my main man, Jesus.

I'm excited for this year, and I hope you guys stick around!


Saturday, June 11, 2016

Tuesday June 7th 2016; Emøtiønal RøadShøw Tøur

The tickets for this tour started selling in November. I had gotten four other friends to go down with me, and I bought the tickets right away! I have zero regrets when it comes to these tickets.

A few years ago, a friend of mine had introduced me to Twenty One Pilots through two of their most popular songs from back then including: "Guns for Hands" and "Car Radio". I instantly fell in love with their songs, and began searching up other songs from them, including "House of Gold" and "Kitchen Sink". Even though I took a break from searching new songs for a bit, the second they released their Blurryface album, I was back on the bandwagon.

Anyway, Twenty One Pilots are pretty amazing, and the two musicians, Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph are two very amazing people. I was so grateful to be sitting there watching them do their thang, and being there with friends just made it better.

Their music is inspiring. Their lyrics speak truths, and are so personal, yet so relateable. Their lyrics was one of the biggest reasons why I loved them so much. Whether your wish to listen to their music or not, at least read their lyrics. You'll be hit by their words.

Even if their not a "Christian Band", the words they write a faith based, and so true to someone's walk with God. Maybe not all speak of God and Jesus, but you'll find that some are just so real and about his spirituality. I hope you enjoy!



Wednesday, June 08, 2016

The topic I'm about to hit on today is pretty intense, and extremely personal. I've had the idea of writing this post for sometime and I've even made it a key point to study it out in my quiet times because it's a topic that I've been struggling with for quite some time. If there's anyone out there reading this who has dealt with something like I have, I hope in some ways this can encourage you, help you or teach you.

I can't say that I've been clinically deemed depressed, but even if a doctor hasn't told me so, I can't deny that for my four years in high school I've been feeling some of depressions symptoms. Now, being bullied is not fun, especially in the first year of your high school career, but that's just what ended up happening. I had no control over it, and all I could do was suffer through it.

The results of it left me pretty broken, insecure, and just really weak. In fact, it all reached pretty dangerous extremes. Back then, I was studying the bible, and this excitement for God and learning about him seemed to push my depression away (I mean amen). Though, once I had become a disciple, some feelings slowly began to creep into my heart until recently, it hit me with the weight of a dozen rocks.

I felt numb. I felt emotionless yet I couldn't even control my emotions of sadness and anger. I began overeating. I felt unmotivated to do anything, and, I lost all security in God. All of this damaged my grades, my relationships, but worst of all, it ended up creating a wall between God and I.

NOW, let's get into the nitty gritty. The other day I was just cruising the net, searching for interesting articles to read until I came across a post titled: What the Church & Christians Need to Know About Suicide & Mental Health. The interesting thing about this post was that it wasn't on the first three pages of google. No, this was on like, the eighth page when I was searching, and I never go past the third page (lol).

Anyway, this post is super, super intense, and I recommend reading it.

So, I'm sitting there reading this, literal tears flowing out of my face and I'm just amazed. The author Ann, gets very very personal in her post - which I appreciated so much - while also hitting on some very interesting and important points.

The part that made me go "Oh... wow", was when she quoted Mother Theresa:

“There is such terrible darkness within me, as if everything was dead… I do not know how deeper will this trial go—how much pain and suffering it will bring to me...
This does not worry me any more. I leave this to Him as I leave everything else....
Let Him do with me whatever He wants as He wants for as long as He wants if my darkness is light to some soul…” (Mother Theresa)

I don't know about you, but I was amazed by her words. She was so surrendered about her depression, and knew that, even if it weren't going away, it didn't matter, because she would just give it all to God and not think twice about it.

I think that was my biggest problem. I was so focused on and obsessed with how I was feeling. I let it take over my mind. I basically let it control me. I had a thorn stabbed into my side that I didn't bother taking out. I just stared at it and did nothing.

"Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)

Like that transition?

When I read the quotes from Mother Theresa, I instantly thought of the famous scripture of Paul's thorn in his flesh. Mother Theresa was totally surrendered about her depression, saying that God can do whatever He wants as He wants for as long as He wants.

As long as He wants! Here I am wondering when these feelings and thoughts will leave me be and disappear, but Mother Theresa is prepared to have depression all her life if that is what God wants. That's exactly what Paul was talking about. There he was with this thorn in his flesh, asking God to remove it, but with no such luck. God didn't do it to punish Paul! 

Paul even writes himself that the thorn was there to keep him from being conceited, and, through this weakness he was faced with, he learned to make it his strength!

So I sat there, thinking to myself, "How in the world will I make this my strength?"

A great example I read about making a weakness a strength was about someone who reads slowly. Not just a slower pace than usual, but someone who actually finds it hard to read and grasp words as they read, and, no matter how many classes one might take to improve this, they don't seem to get any better. A way to make something like that your strength could be, instead of reading fast, you read deeply. 

Though, with depression, I found it difficult to find what my strength could be. How could something so dark and so unwanted become a strength in ones walk with God?

"Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings." (1 Peter 5:9)

 I think the biggest thing I tend to forget is that, I'm not the only one dealing with this. And neither are you. Whatever it may be, don't convince yourself that what you're the only one with problems, because you're not.

Why am I saying this? Well, Mother Theresa said it herself ... as long as He wants if my darkness is light to some soul. There are many people who are sitting at home, drowning in their depression, unsure what to do and how to react to it. It's probably someone you know. If you condition yourself to surrender your problems to God, inspiring others, and teaching others about your problems can act as your strength. There are so many people who struggle with depression, - whether it clinical or not - and being that person who can fight through depressions darkness and see the light, that is someone who inspires.

"If you follow Christ and obey him despite your depression you are setting an example to all others, showing them that you can have faith through it all and Jesus sustains you by giving you hope!" - Abby L.

Paul mentions how the thorn he was given keeps him from being conceited, it keeps him humble. There are moments that I encounter during my week where I am stuck in my mind and left broken and weak, and feel no need to go to anyone for help. It's in these moments where we need to keep looking up to God. In ways (as stated by a friend of mine), having this thorn in our flesh can act as a way to keep us in check with our walk with God. 

We won't get through our depression (or really any problem), without the help of God. I can testify this, I can confidently say that without God, my life was slowly falling a part. But turning to God, relying on God will keep us humble and bring us out of the dark. Sometimes, we just really need to look to God and be open about everything. We need to say: "Yes, I'm struggling. Yes, I need your help. Yes, I can't do this on my own.

I can't say that I've fully conditioned myself to give my depression to God, no, I'm still learning how to do so. In fact, I'm still trying to learn about my own depression. I really wanted to share with you all everything I've been learning through my quiet times, and through the wisdom of other people.

I hope in some ways, this was helpful for not only depression, but any other thorns in our fleshes. It may seem like more than just a thorn right now, but God is in control. While Paul's thorn in his flesh was "a messenger from Satan", God's amazing plan is greater than what Satan may be throwing at you. God uses Satan's attacks to make His power greater in weakness. God is in control. He's got you. 



Tuesday, April 19, 2016

The other day, I was down in the dumps because I had never felt so disconnected from God before. I just kept going against God's will, sinning up a storm, and coming back to God with my usual apology, Sorry God, I'll try harder. Help me to try harder. 

Have you had prayers like that? Asking God to help you help yourself? Yeah, I always pray those. But you see, that becomes a problem because God asks us to surrender our hearts to Him (Job 11:13-15). Surrender, that means to submit to God's authority fully. To give yourself over to him and to trust that he's got you fully. 

That prayer, where we're asking God to help us to help ourselves is like, half-surrendering. Like, you've confessed to God and all, but you're not relying on him to fully heal you, you're just asking for his help so you can continue to rely on yourself. No, no, that's not how it works.

Humans are sinful, selfish, and easily shaken beings, and when we rely on ourselves to do things, we usually end up falling harder. In Romans 7, Paul hits on the sinful nature of humans, claiming over and over again how we do what we do not want to do (sin), and while we may have the desire to do good, we never do (Romans 7: 15,18).

God even tells us to not lean on our own understanding (Proverbs 3:5), and to trust him fully because He is FAR more wise then we could ever imagine to be:

"For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength." 1 Corinthians 1:25

Paul continues in Romans 7, frustrated that he keeps doing what he does not wish to do and wonders when someone will save him from, well, really himself (Romans 7:24). 

"Jesus is 'the stone you builders rejected, which has become the cornerstone. Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other named under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved." Acts 4:11-12, emphasis by me

I want to encourage you, brothers and sisters, to not ask God to help you overcome something on your own. Ask Him to TAKE AWAY THE WANT/NEED/DESIRE TO SIN. Because we will never overcome something by ourselves. Prayer is powerful!

My favourite scripture of all time talks about how, when the people (us) were in their distress, they cried out to the Lord (Psalm 107:13). They cried out! Have you cried out to the Lord lately? Gotten down on your knees and just called out to Him? The act of crying out shows vulnerability, brokenness, awareness, and humility - and God listens, he hears you (Psalm 66:17-20)!

If you are constantly stuck in this pattern of sinning and half-surrendering. Cry out to the Lord, and ask that he takes the desires to sin away, he will break those chains (Psalm 107:12-14) and he will set you free. You just need to trust that he will.

I think a beautiful representation of exactly that is in Psalm 18, where David had just been saved from the grasps of Saul who was hunting David down to kill him. David reflects on how he was feeling: entangled, overwhelmed, trapped (those feelings sound familiar?). But David called out to the Lord, he cried to [his] God for help (Psalm 18:6). If you continue to read, David describes God's answer to his cry in such an intense and beautiful way!

"The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; he trembled because he was angry... He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind... The Lord thundered from the heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded. He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy, with great bolts of lightning he routed them." Psalm 18:7-14

Whoa! Isn't that just amazing? Now, God may not be parting the heavens and shooting arrows at all your enemies, but God will answer your cry. No more will you be repeating the same patterns that never work, because with your cries to the Lord to take away the need/want/desire to sin, he will do so, and that "big sin" that acted as an annoying road block, will be scattered and routed by God's arrows and bolts of lightning. Trust Him fam, he's pretty amazing.

(Final side note, while confessing to God is wonderful, and crying out to him slowly heals you, confessing to your brothers and sisters are extremely important to. God even asks us to do so (James 5:16). We're all fighting this war together, and having help from your family the church will surely help you succeed (1 Peter 5:9).  And remember James 2:17. Faith without action is dead! Don't put yourself in a situation where you'd be tempted... God is amazing yes, but that's just not smart :P )

Thanks to Abby for helping me out!


Friday, April 01, 2016

This post is only for the insecure.

I wrote this spoken word based on my own struggles with self-loathing. In no way is this for anyone to feel bad for me. I wrote personally in order to connect with you. While some of the things I say may not relate to you, I hope you feel something.

The Sea
It's so hard to breathe
under all this hate.
I'm gasping for breath
beneath the weight of my self-loathing.
It's rising too fast
everything I resent about myself
is pulling me into the depths of the sea
drowning me in an ocean of insecurities.

I seemed to have lost my footing at some point
No longer playing dress up and showing off
but hiding and covering up

What was there to show anyway?

Where was my photo ready skin
Because all I see are bags under my eyes and a double chin

Where were my prominent cheekbones
Because my cheekbones are non-existent instead
No amount of contouring would ever find them.

What about that thin hourglass figure with a bum and big breasts
Because I all see are rolls on rolls, and not a curve in sight. Flat bummed, flat chest.

I always seem to avoid interactions with people,
to avoid being annoying
to avoid being needy
to avoid being myself.
I couldn't possibly be myself.

And trust me my list can go on
Give me till dawn
and I'll be half way through everything that's wrong
with me.

But that would be dumb.

'Cuz I'm constantly telling myself that I don't meet
this worlds conventional one-dimensional standards
Repeating over and over in my head that I'm pretty enough
Yet doubting that I'd ever marry
Because the attention boys give me isn't as much
As the girls who have the figure, who have the skin, who have all of that
And I stand on the side, watching enviously, calling myself ugly
calling myself fat.

Allowing myself to fill my mind with all that crap
Is just dumb.

It's amazing the effect that
not being supposedly perfect can dangerously
infect the mind of anyone who lets themselves believe it.

So why do I let myself do it?
No … sorry,
Why do we let ourselves do it?

Because I don't know about you but
I hated drowning from the abuse I inflicted on myself
And if I had let it completely consume me
Who knows where I would be.

But instead of it getting really bad, it got good

You see, as I sulked in the my own little corner
there came a light.
Oh if I can show you the bright
ness of it.
It nearly blinded me with its majesty
englufed me with its hospitality
it lavished on me courage and confidence
it gave me assurance
that I wasn't ugly, nor was I fat.
It reminded me that I was bold
shy at times, but fine with that
awkward always, but kind and sarcastic
because when I had lost my footing
I forgot all about myself.

But the light, it helped me remember.
It told me
I was beautiful
It told me
I was strong
It told me
I was worth it.
It said I was worth so much.

And while it took some time to fully see
past all my insecurities
I eventually found myself walking around like a princess
Yes, like a royal who dressed in the
in the most impressive dresses and jewels
because now I ruled my head
no unsuitable suitor would ever recline and infest my mind again
Because now I no longer stand behind
and pine over everything I'm not
and why would I when every princess knows that
the King is their Father

So you will no longer see me drowning
because now I'm walking on water.



Wednesday, March 30, 2016

What a wonderful time in Montreal with my dearest brother and sister; managing to cross a third thing off my bucketlist! The picture above is me taking the first sip of my alcoholic drink. Completely legal, of course. First impression: ew. I didn't even manage to finish it.

Montreal was a blast though, and being able to spend it with my siblings was probably the highlight! I may have gained a thousand pounds from your poutine and got soaked by the rain, but I really enjoyed my time Montreal; hope to see you again soon!



Monday, February 15, 2016

This past weekend I managed to cross two things off my bucket list! The first one was to get a complicated drink at Starbucks, because, if anyone knows me, they know that the ONLY thing I will buy at Starbucks is a Lactose Free Hot Chocolate. Yes, I even get it during the summer time. SO, I forced myself to be adventurous and to try a new drink. With the help of my friend, I ended up getting a:

Iced green tea with light ice, sub the water for cool lime, and with one pump of peppermint.

Since it was my birthday when I got it, I got my first complicated drink for free, yay! So that's the first thing off the bucket list.

I ALSO managed to convince my mother - who was the most against it - to get a side "shave" cut. I gotta say, holy moly I love it so much. Here a some pictures from the process:

YAY, I managed to cross two things off the list! I must say, I really enjoyed the drink and I LOVE my new haircut! I can't wait to do more stuff on this bucket list :D 

photo creds to @macjessen



Monday, February 15, 2016

Yesterday was fun. While my birthday is on February 12th, I celebrated it yesterday on Valentine's Day with a few of my closest friends. We went to eat some authentic Salvadoran food, which was the food I grew up eating and loving so much. I was glad that everyone enjoyed it, and the laughs and the overall fun that we had was the best part. It feels good to be eighteen, and I'm excited to know what God has planned for me this year. It's a year of maturity, growth and a lot of responsibility, and I just KNOW it's going to be a great year as an adult.


Tuesday, January 05, 2016

Ah, what a wonderful, yet slightly stressful feeling to know that 2015 is over, and the new year has come.On January first, I woke up to the nagging feel from the homework I still hadn't completed for school. It was already looking like a great 2016.

No, no, 2016 has actually gone off on the right foot.

So, for this post, I wanted to start my first 2016 post with a throwback to my youthful days. If anyone knows me, they know how much I love to write. I've basically been writing since I was six years old, and never did I stop writing since then. SO, for your enjoyment, I thought I'd share a few of my confusing and grammatically incorrect stories. Now, I must admit, the way I used to write may have been terrible, but the ideas I had even impressed me. And so, here are a few of my stories from y younger days...


background: basically, I wrote this after reading the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and ended up creating a title similar to the Narnia book. And, for your eyes, I split the single long paragraph my six year old self wrote into a few to read easier.

Madison traveld arcross the muddy floor of the dungeon. She had just heard about her dragon bieng captured by Queen Nora of Eden. Madison truly disliked her, but she felt as though they were related. Madison head a noise behind the stalagmight. She turned around. Nothing. She kept walking.

Then she heard it again she turned around and looked up she was standing right infront of a Troll. "I eat you now" Said the troll. Madison did no know what to do then without thinking it through she faced the palm of her hand at the troll a yellow, orange lighting struck out of her hand that sent the troll Fyling backwards and hiting the wall.

"The powerdful one has returned. Forgive me please follow-" Madison waited for him to finish his sentence, but he never did. So she followed the troll curios of what was going to happen. The troll led Madison up staires right infront of the Queen. Nora.

"Thank youTroll 2760." Said the Queen, "She it seems the powerful one has returned. I have surly waited for this moment to come. I am Queen Nora of Eden-"

"Yeah I know who you are. you captured my dragon!" Madison cried out.

"Now let's come down let me explain my self. Now I knew when you were ready you could take the throne and rule your town!" The queen told Madison.

"Liar!" yelled Madison, "Your liying to me to take our gold." Madison had soon had it with the queen. She snaped hard and out came a very cold breeze Madison closed her eyes. She waited then opend her eyes and looked around everything was frozen so was the queen. MAdison ran away back to her house all hope was lost for her. Without her magic dragon she cannot succed and the world will be destroyed.


background: I read a children's book about a girl and her dragon, so I ended up writing a story about it... not very original xD
I was sitting on a chair holding a baby dragon. The dragon was black and had a purple dot around its left eye. Its wings were almost three feet long and its body was two feet long. Behind us was a wonderful waterfall and all around us were tall trees. The floor was filled with healthy grass and beautiful flowers that were totally different from earths. It was a paradise that I never wanted to leave . . .

“Sophie! Wake up!” I heard my mom call from the kitchen. My eyes opened slowly. It was only a dream. My paradise was a fake. I had to live the real world.

I stood up and began to stripe my pajamas off and put on my torn jeans and plain blue t-shirt. I put on my sneakers, grabbed my bag and left my room. My two twin brothers, Cody and Mark whizzed by we with their toy airplanes down the stairs. I walked behind them, and then Cody ran up to me and pushed me down the stairs. Both he and Mark laughed until it hurt them. I shrugged it off even though it hurt so much. Josh, my oldest brother walked by me as if I wasn’t even there. My older sister Lilly did the same thing.

Lilly and Josh were also twins and best friends. They are a year older than me. It’s as though they made a team with themselves and Cody and Mark to tease me. Now I’m not talking poke me tease. I’m talking, swearing, beating me up, and blaming everything on me. Mom and dad have never noticed. Not even Grandma and Grandpa have! I’m just so shy that I could get taken advantage of. Plus, I’m afraid if I tell on them they will get worse. So my mouth is shut.

“Sophie!” Mother yelled while helping me up. “What happened?” She asked. “I fell.” I whispered. “Are you ok?” She asked. “Yah mom I’m fine.” She looked relieved. “Common let’s go have breakfast.” I walked into the kitchen and took my seat. Apparently, Cody thought it would be funny to put eggs on my chair so as I sat my butt was covered in eggs. “Cody!” Mom yelled at him. “Sorry Sophie.” He said. I ignored him knowing he didn’t mean it and ate my breakfast using a different chair. After, I ate I went up stairs and put on a new pair of pants. I then ran downstairs and headed to the bus stop. The bus came as I walked up to the stop. I hurried inside and grabbed my usual seat at the back of the bus. I waited.


background: probably one of my most favorite stories I've written from my childhood. All I remember is being so inspired to write it, I spent the entire day doing it. I found two copies of this story, but each had a different title, so I put both.
I sat on my bed with my dead brother holding my hand. So I had no choice but to talk . . . yes talk to the ghost of my brother.

“Louis I . . . I am so sorry for letting you drown! I . . .” I couldn't take it at all. I was talking to my brother who doesn't live anymore but for some reason I knew he was listening. I turned to look at my brother, “Louis I am just so sorry! Do you forgive me?” I held his hand so tight to me he felt alive but I knew he was dead, “Catharine of course I forgive you! It was really my fault I . . . I didn't listen to you so I blame myself.” I hugged my brother and didn't let go until Charles came in. “Hey Catharine hey Louis.” Said Charles sleepily but then by saying that it awoke him, “Whoa what is Louis doing here!” I looked at Charles, “I don't know but I am happy!” I said. Charles sat beside me and Louis. “Louis why are you here?” Louis looked at Charles,“ Well that is confidential I am sorry. ”after the Louis disappeared and I heard,“ I will come back don't worry!” and I didn't worry because I know my brother would come back.


background: this is actually the first version of the novel I'm currently writing. This version is so old, and was probably the story I had the most fun writing. I actually managed to finish the entire story with 11 chapters (though it was only 23 pages)
Everyone walked up to a lady floating in the air with her legs crossed with her eyes closed. She had a big purple star around her left eye and wore a black shirt with white baggy pants and her hair in a high bun. She was very pretty and very strong. On her left was the same statue that Tylor had showed her and on her right was the same girl but in a different pose.

They walked closer to the lady, 'I have been waiting for you Josie.' said the lady while floating down and getting to her feet. 'I am the Oracle my name is Mella. I share the Spirit Temple with Motfa the goddess of Afia, and the queen of all the spirits.' Josie jumped back. How did the Oracle know her name? 'Eleven years old and going to embark in a very big journey. Accompanied by the four strongest people in this world.' Josie watched the Oracle like she was a celebrity. The Oracle's eyes were closed than brought both her arms into the air and out came a blue ball of light. It started to head to Josie. It hit her than she was lifted into the air her eyes now blue than brown and her hair grew and grew and was neatly put into a perfect pony tail with bangs. Josie was about to fall on the ground very hard but she saved herself just in time.

What was this that Josie feeling. She felt stronger than ever before. She had also felt tough, brave. She also felt full of power. But why? Was that blue ball of light really a blue ball of power? Josie felt heavy around her waist. She looked down and saw a very long and shinny blade hanging from her waist. She looked up at the statues and back at her. She looked exactly like the girls posing. 'Josie Parker now I the Oracle has a story that has been passed down in my family for ages. Please listen carefully.' Josie walked closer to the Oracle and got ready to hear the story.

Well that's basically it. I hope you enjoyed my youthful stories xD I promise, what I'm writing now is much better and much easier to follow.

Thanks for reading dudes and dudettes, and I hope your 2016 is starting off well :)

See you soon!