Knitters Strive

“Yeah, maybe.  Let’s talk about something else.  Are you done with your swatch, Ainsling?”

Ainsling held up her square of knit work, the third attempt at reaching the correct gauge.  She laid it down and set a special ruler over it to count the stitches horizontally and vertically.  Finally, she got gauge!

 “Cool!  So, if I follow the instructions, it will be a perfect fit, right?”

Many of the knitters around them giggled. 

Ainsling looked at them quizzically.

“Well, that’s not always how it works out, but it’s the best way to aim for the goal.  Knitters strive to get gauge but—I know I’ve said it before and I will say it again—knitting keeps you humble,” Ellen chuckled.

-The Red Cloak, Days of the Guardian Vol. 2

 


 

It is all for the bright!

D. Marie Prokop

Paralyzed

 I watch the van pull away. An eager voice from behind me sings, “Can I have your autograph?” I’m about to refuse when I feel a prick in my neck. I collapse into a heap of striped spandex and leather onto the cold sidewalk.

I hear and see everything around me, but I’m paralyzed.

-Tigress


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Teens On Fire

  “It’s Anne, not Andrea,” I correct him.  I don’t smile, but Brad’s flashy grin remains unstoppable.

“Right—Anne.  Sorry. I’ve always been bad with names.  Anyway, you’re going to have such an authentic, life-changing experience at the Teens on Fire retreat.  There’ll be paint ball, capture the flag, and all kinds of crazy games.  Plus, the speaker is the bomb.  And I can’t even tell you how super-cool the worship band is.  We were lucky, I mean, blessed, they were even available.  They’re a Dove award-winning group!  Of course, that was a few years ago…”

 

On The Outward Appearance by D. Marie Prokop


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Focused On The Bump

Nate follows Jaycee’s gaze. She’s focused on the bump lying on a bench that’s shadowed by the longest branch of a huge oak. Their breath forms clouds. Nate aches to ask what they’re waiting for, but Jaycee looks angry.

Tigress, a short story by D. Marie Prokop


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People For Lunch


  Alyssa doesn’t eat lunch.  Instead, she uses the time to show off her latest shopping spree finds or text voraciously.  One text by Alyssa could ruin you socially for the rest of your high school career—and maybe your life.  You could say Alyssa ate people for lunch.

On The Outward Appearance by D. Marie Prokop

 


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Finding Liberty

“Don’t let an E.C.C.O. agent hear you say that! ‘Seek freedom and become captive to your desires’, remember? We finished that lesson yesterday. That’s why the people led all those riots and even murdered the President. Freedom is very dangerous,” she replied fearfully.

“Maybe. But what if it’s worth it?

The inspiration for this conversation from Chapter 5 of The Red String, Vol. 1 of the Days of the Guardian series,  comes from Frank Herbert, the author of the classic science fiction novel, Dune.  Of course, the quote is not complete and taken out of context by the warped educational system of the Days of the Guardian world. Here’s the original quote . . .

“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.”

Frank Herbert

On September 11, Americans think a bit more about freedom and liberty. We feel dependent on a government to initiate this, but I suggest we look inside. After all, we must live our beliefs from the inside out.

Freedom and discipline in balance is a worthy goal.

“’…I am not to…

“’…I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.’”

This poem is quoted in The Red String, Chapter 18, aptly named, “The Stranger.” 

I love, love, love this poem. The background of Whitman’s writing of it is a bit risque, but it doesn’t have the same connotation here. That’s the beauty of poetry, of writing. It doesn’t end with the writer, but with the reader. 

Hear the full poem- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOuSASiEzSE