The Escape Route

On our way to our relatives’ houses for Thanksgiving, my family and I passed an ambulance.  We were able to catch just a glimpse of who was inside.  My dad said it was a little girl; my siblings insisted that it was a little boy.  Whatever the gender, we all knew that it was a child.  Passing by that emergency vehicle, the thought hit me harder than it ever had before…life is fragile.  Without God’s incomprehensible knowledge, we would be mere robots.  But He gave us a conscience…thoughts…a soul.  As I lifted up a silent prayer for that child, I realized that not only are our physical bodies so dependent on God, but even more so dependent on Him are our mental states.  I personally know that I wouldn’t be where I am; wouldn’t live the life that I’m living; without having been born into a Christian family and accepting Christ as my personal Savior years ago.  I don’t even want to think about how terrible of a state I’d be in.  Because the struggle is real.  Literally.  It’s not easy to navigate the teen years.  There is peer pressure, corrupt media, horrid influences, confused feelings, and a seemingly endless mission to find purpose.  Even for Christian teens like me who have been as sheltered as possible from all the negativities of our world.  We have problems, fears, and temptations just like that kid down the block…but we have Jesus.  Without Him, I would be nothing.  Without Him, I am nothing.  He is the reason why I wake up every day with hopes, dreams, and the persistent whisper that I am known and so very dearly loved.

I’m honestly not surprised to see the world the way it is.  People are searching; searching for something to satisfy their starving souls.  Time and time again, they come up empty , and they don’t understand why.  Then they go right on to the next thing just to be let down and crushed once more.

Jesus is our escape route.

Jesus is our escape route.  Now, more than ever, we need to be spreading the news that there is a Way, and there is Life.  A Life of freedom from the chains of destruction, doubt, and death.  So live with this knowledge and shine.  Part the darkness, spread the news; there is hope for the lost.

TTIWC #4: A Life Bare of Love


It is said that a kingdom rests on it’s rulers,

On Kings, Queens, Princes, and their beautiful Daughters.

So richly pleasant it seems to be,

But there is one who calls it treachery.

She has brunette hair,

Wears scarlet, cream and white.

How she despises the dignitary life!

She names it a dreadful, haunting curse.

For you’re locked inside stone castle walls,

Knights patrol all day long.

There is no key to freedom,

No relief from this misery,

Caged like an animal,

With you’re name imprinted in history;

But no one cares.

They never knew how much you wanted to fly,

How you’ve longed to soar into their way of life.

How’d you’d give anything to be like them,

To know that for once,

someone was kind;

Not because if they did not,

They would be punished,

Or perhaps die.

But simply to know you,

And to be by your side.

Tis a woeful tragedy,

To see someone look so lost in their own home.

The regal life is bare of love.




TTIWC #2: Her World {{Part One}}

Hello, my lovely readers! 😀

I’m participating in Grace’s Think to Ink Writing Camp on Team Pen!!!  Let’s go team!!! 😀

Here is my entry!  Grace, I used all three prompts and mentioned the word pen. 🙂

I had never been one to ‘think outside the box’.  Creativity was a meaningless word, fairy tales were myths made up by people who’s brains were literally out of this world; and books?  Well, books were just boring.  One day however, everything changed…


“Yeah, Mom?”  I leaned over the stair railing to see my parents sitting on the couch in our living room.

My parents looked up; their faces held a look that was unfamiliar.

“Son, um…why don’t you join your mother and I?”  My Dad called.

“Sure.”  I said as I plodded down the stairs and sat in a cushioned chair across from them.

They looked hesitantly at each other; seconds later my Mom questioned “Matthew Dear, do you remember your cousin Emily?”.

I traced my memory…a petite girl with dark hair, bright eyes, and pale skin popped into my mind.


“Oh, yeah, sure.  I remember her.”  I nodded.

“Well, you know that she’s an orphan, and that she’s been living with her Father’s oldest sister?”

“Yes mam, I remember hearing that.”

“She died.  Emily’s aunt.”  Dad said.  “We’re Emily’s only relatives.”

I groaned inwardly.  I knew where this was going.

They most have noted my expression.  “Now Son, it won’t be all that bad; Emily’s a sweet girl, I’m sure-”

“I know, I know, Mom.  It’s fine.”  I held up my hands in a reassuring manner.  “So when is she coming to live with us?”



I walked down the hallway and approached the closed door to Emily’s bedroom, knocking on it softly.

“Who is it?”  I could barely make out the small voice.

Three words, I smiled to myself.  My cousin had been here for a whole week and hadn’t made a sound until this moment; aside from a few no-sense mumblings.   “Matthew.”

“Come in.”


I opened the door slowly.  Emily was already in her pajamas, sitting on her bed.  She gazed out the window at the night sky that was overflowing with stars and moon beams.


I cleared my throat to get her attention.  She turned her head and looked at me in a way I found rather odd.

“Uh, Mom said that you might need these for your homework.”  I said as I set a cup full of brightly colored pens on her desk.

She didn’t reply; only continued to stare at me in that odd, uncomfortable way.  Narrowing her eyes, she looked over me head to toe as if examining me.

Ok…this girl is weirder than I thought.  Kinda creepy.

“Um…well..I’d better, you know, get ready for bed.”  I mumbled as I headed for the door.

“Wait!”  She exclaimed with a tone of urgency.

Surprised, I turned to face her again.  “Yeah?”

Her lips formed an apologetic grin.  “Matthew; I apologize.  I guess I’m scaring you a little.”  She laughed nervously.

I smiled back.  “Not really.  Just…well…”

She nodded and figured her ink colored hair.  “I know.  I come off as rather weird to a lot of people.”

“I wouldn’t say that…”  I tried to say it truthfully.  So she talks, but she is odd.

“Well, thank you for bringing me the pens, Matthew.  I appreciate it.”  She thanked me politely.

“No problem.  Good night.”  I gave a half wave as I was about to close the door behind me.

“Matthew!”  She called out again.

I smiled to myself.  “Yep?”

She sighed and said hesitantly “I need you to show me your basement.”

I cocked my head to one side.  “Uh, ok…I guess I can show you it tomorrow…”

“No.  Now.”  She said with a quiet, but serious voice.

This girl gets weirder by the secondWhat would a girl want to do in a dusty basement anyways?


“Yes. Now.”  She hopped off her bed and then pushed past me into the hallway.

“Lead the way.”  She urged.

I shook my head in defeat and waved my hand for her to follow me.  I have a feeling that this is one cousin I’ll never understand…

We padded softly down the stairs, and I led her to the now dark, living room.  My parents had retired early.

I lifted up a large, red rug which revealed a trap door.  I opened the door and nodded to Emily; giving her the OK to descend into the black mist.  Her eyes lit up with courage, exhilaration, and something I couldn’t quite make out.  She hadn’t spoken, hadn’t made a sound, but that look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen…something that I would spend the rest of my life trying to understand.


I watched as she disappeared into the shadows.  As soon as she was gone, I followed.

The darkness enveloped me like a thick fog, and the stuffy air made it difficult to breathe.  Strangely, the further I went down the rickety stairs, the better I was able to see.  But I was not expecting to see this…

My eyes opened wide in shock and my chin dropped to the floor as I surveyed my surroundings.  We no longer had a basement; from appearances, we were in some kind of castle corridor!  Candles were lit and gave the corridor a rather spooky appearance as they casted their glow on gray, stone walls. The ceiling rose high into the shape of an arrow’s tip, and the same shape had been made of seemingly closed-in passage ways. 


Emily had vanished, but to my relief, poked her head out of a hallway.  “Hurry!”  She motioned to me with her hands.

I quickened my step, and rounded the corner; following her.  “I must be dreaming…”, I murmured to myself.

She went down another hallway, passed two wooden doors with rusty hinges, going on to the third.  I approached her side as she gave six hollow sounding knocks, and to my surprise, the door opened with a loud groan of protest.  She entered; pulling me with her.  “Come on!”

The room was lit with the gentle light of an oil lamp.  It sat on a wooden table that was littered with books, maps, and yellowed papers.  The only other contents of the room was an old chair that was covered in musty cobwebs.  Light poured in through a barred window and illuminated the face of a slender girl who appeared to be our age, with golden waves and hazel eyes.


She turned and looked as if she’d been expecting us.

“Good. You’re here.  The Elivians have been searching.”

“So that’s what you are…”  I whispered in awe.






Frozen Beauty

*credit to the owner of image*

The snow was falling in light, crisp, flakes of powdery white.  They danced like miniature ballerinas to a tune sung by Nature itself.  The air was frozen and the wind just as cold.  It cut my face and chilled my bones, but I was oblivious to it.  The mountains towered majestically before me; their caps blanketed in beauty.  Fir trees had made their magical forests’ about the bases of the mountains; their greenery making the blue canvas seem less blended and gave it life.  The lake shimmered and reflected the view on it’s glassy mirror of turquoise blue.  It was seemingly so fragile that the tiniest bit of weight would shatter the glistening face.  I walked through the snow to a lone bench.  Long forgotten it has sat here for years; the birds and squirrels as it’s only company when Spring came to warm the Earth.  I gently caressed it as I brushed off the snow.  Sitting down, I proceeded to put on my skates.  They were as white as my surroundings, with silver laces and blades that curved and swirled.  Standing up, I turned my feet so that the blades would press into the snow, so I wouldn’t topple over on my face.  Confidently, I went to the frozen water’s edge.  As my steely blades touched ice, my legs quivered with excitement and anticipation; the feeling is not unfamiliar.  I put one foot in front of the other, gliding, sliding, in a graceful manner.  I skated around the lake; my face bright red from the cold and glowing in awe.  On the shore, a Robin could be seen sitting deep into it’s nest, afraid of the cold, I smiled.  The world passed by in slow motion.  All was still.  Quiet.  The only sound was that of my skates making their comforting wish, swoosh, wish, swoosh.  I was coming near the lake’s edge now, so I sharply, but expertly turned and began to pick up speed.  Faster and faster I skated; my blades cutting into and out of the ice.  I continued to pick up speed until I reached the center of the lake where I made a figure eight; my golden hair flying behind me.   Then turning a triple pirouette, I landed perfectly.  As I stood there, I breathed it all in.  All this beauty and wonder that He had made was nearly blinding.  His goodness, mercy, and love so evidently clear.  And that evidence has, and always will, point to the Creator of the Universe…and Savior of the world.


P.S.  A Winter piece in Summer?  Yep!  I’ve got the itch!;D

Writing Prompt: Too Late

Hello All!:D

Long time no post, huh?  Well, last night my family and I got back from our 21 day road trip, and I spent a week at camp before that.  But I’m back now and excited to get posting again!:D I made this writing prompt to share with you guys.


Try to write for 10-15 minutes.  Feel free to post your piece in the comments!  I’d love to read it!:D

I’m sorry that this was so short.  A longer post will be coming soon. 🙂


My WordCrafters Chapter

Hello All!

It’s my turn for WordCrafters!:D Before the post I just wanted to let you all know that I’ll be gone at camp for a week, starting tomorrow.  When I get back, I’ll be leaving for a nearly month long road trip.  I should be able to post a little during that time, but I’ll give you guys an update in about a week. 🙂

Here’s my chapter!


“What’s wrong?”  Pippin asked with worry framing his brows.

I fingered nervously with the sleeve of my dress and replied slowly with a sigh.  “I think we’re walking into a trap.”

Vivi glanced around cautiously as if searching for danger.  “What makes you say that, Esme?”

I stammered “I-I just t-talked to an elf, and she s-said that fairies are tactical and that you should be cautious around them, an-and she also sa-”

Pippin lifted up his hands.  “Woah, woah, woah, Esme.  An Elf??!  How about you calm down and start over, ok?”

“I’ve got an idea!”  Devin snapped his fingers.

I noticed that Vivi’s eye twitched and her face tightened as she crossed her arms.

“It’s getting dark.  How about we find a place to pitch camp for the night, and then Esme can tell us everything?”  He suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.”  Pippin readily agreed.

Vivi just nodded her head as she groaned “Yeah, sure.”

Devon took the lead followed by Pippin and I, while Vivi shuffled  reluctantly behind.  We walked along, stumbling occasionally over rocks and menacing tree roots as the Sun began to sink below the horizon, casting eery shadows across the forest.  The boys had started a conversation, but I was oblivious to what they were saying.  I was lost in thought; the dragon trudging clumsily beside me.  Should I trust Katri or believe the Elf?  Katri seemed nice enough, but things are getting a little too suspicious.  And how on earth did Devin get here?  I wish that little Elf would come back.  What if my friends don’t believe me?  And-

My thoughts were interrupted by the feel of a scaly touch on my hand.  I looked down in surprise to see that the dragon had stood uprightly and had placed it’s small little hand in my fair one.  It seemed to smile up at me, it’s beady little eyes looked pathetic as I returned it’s gaze.

“Don’t worry little guy,”  I whispered.  “You’re going to be just fine.  I promise.”

“How’s this spot?”  Devin cheerfully asked, his arms spread in a “Ta-da!” kind of way.

I looked around the tiny clearing that we had just entered; towering oaks seemed to cover it like a forbidding fortress, and the shadows seemed especially large in the twilight.  The light of the moon sifted it’s small beams of silver on the darkest spots and a lonesome creature howled in the distance making chills shake my body, despite the fact that the humidity seemed to only increase with the coming of night.  This certainly didn’t seem like the most “homey” spot.

“Uh…well…”  I shifted my eyes to Vivi, wondering what she would say.

“Whatever.  It doesn’t matter to me.  I’ll go get some fire wood, if we’re all agreed, that is.”  Vivi sighed in a defeated manner.

“Yep!  I’ll help you, Vivi!”  Pippin began to follow her.

“No thanks, Pippin.”  She walked off alone amidst the shadows.

Pippin stood there looking after her with a confused look on his face.  He turned to me and said “I can’t get her.  What’s up?  I’ve never seen her act this way before.”

“It’s complicated.”  I replied.

Pippin shrugged and began to help Devin make a fire pit with some large rocks that were lying nearby.

I had plopped down on a log and began to pick apart blades of grass absentmindedly for several minutes until Devin said “Ya know, that Vivi sure has been gone awhile.”

“Yeah.  Maybe I should see if she’s ok.”  Pippin replied as his eyebrows came together in a worried form.

I jumped up quickly.  “It’s ok, Pippin.  I’ll go check on her.”

He scratched the back of his head with a hesitant expression.  “I don’t know, Esme.  I don’t like the idea of both of you girls being alone out there.”

“I’ll be fine, really.”  I reassured him and took off before he could respond.

I do hope she’s ok.

I had been walking down the path in the direction Vivi had gone for a few minutes, when I heard a rustling of leaves directly in front of me.  I froze istantly and felt my heart nearly coming out of my chest.  The rustling increased, and then suddenly stopped.

“Hey Girl!”

“Who-who’s th-there?”  I stammered in fear.

“Down here!  Look at your feet, Human!”  The small, and seemingly familiar voice, replied.

I looked at my feet and saw a little figure lit up by moonlight.  The Elf!

“Oh how relieved I am to see you!”  I knelt down with a sigh of relief.

“Yes, well, we have to leave now!”  She grabbed my finger and proceeded in trying to pull me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your friend is in trouble!”





A Strumming Star

She walked across a green field, covered in the fluffy weeds that you make wishes on; the sky hazy with streaks of yellow and pink painted across the evening canvas.  You could find the teen there daily.  Sitting in the solitude, the only sound that drifted through the cool, breezy air was the pleasant sound of her delicate fingers strumming the little, cream colored guitar, the girl’s clear, sweet voice accompanied the tune.  She wore a white shirt with sleeves that reached her elbows, with faded blue jeans, lavender flats, and her brunette hair pulled up into a loose bun atop her head.  She was a lovely sight.  Her legs were crossed; the instrument was cradled under her arm, and her warm brown eyes were closed lightly.  Her face was pointed to the sky as she breathed in the crisp air.  She sang her heart out, the song flowed from her small lips, and she wore a peaceful, contented expression.

She was her own crowd, but her audience was the universe.  She would stay there, singing and playing, till long past twilight.  The stars would peep out, one by one, from their curtain of blue velvet.  Every second another seemed to appear, listening, smiling down on the innocent creature, a picture of humble beauty and grace.  They would shyly choose their partners and dance for hours on end, all through the night and into the wee hours of the morning when the stars waved to the guitarist in farewell.  The dew would fall, the sun would slowly rise on the horizon, and she would sing the last stanza.  Strum the final note. And stand to leave.  Leave for now, but she would return.  Tonight she would once again begin the same ritual, sing the same songs, strum the same notes, and the stars, once again, would pair up and dance the night away…