Andrea is reaching out for hope in a world of darkness. Will she find the truth? Will she find the One who can fit the broken pieces of her soul back together? *** This was my submission for The Write Practice Writing Contest. I would love to hear your thoughts, and/or any advice you might have! :)

Charlotte would never forget the fateful day that would change her life forever. The story of Charlotte Winfield, an English girl whose world is turned upside down within the span of a few short moments. From birth, Charlotte had had just about everything good in life: a loving family, a comfortable home, Jesus Christ forever in her heart. But one day at sea can change everything. One storm. One fire. One shipwreck. Will her faith carry her through the trials ahead? Will she find her one true love, or will they be driven apart by the dark secrets this charming, yet mysterious young man seems to be keeping? Will she ever see her beloved home in England again? Can she trust God, even when her world is turned upside-down? A big thank you to @Silentsparrow432 for making this beautiful cover for me! :)

"I shall never tell," the Queen replied. Without another word the man thrust the dagger into her and Adrastea let out an involuntary scream, quickly covering her mouth. But it was too late. The Human snapped his head around and looked at the door. His face was square and dirty, with a scruffy blond beard and a long scar across his forehead, nose, and cheek. Adrastea stared with wide eyes at the horrid thing, still covering her mouth. The man leaped for the door and the Princess jumped back as it swung open, running as fast as her legs would carry her back down the hall. "GUARDS!" she screamed hoarsely, dashing up the stairs. She could hear the man's footsteps right behind her but did not dare look back. "GUARDS!" Adrastea yelled again. Reaching the top of the stairs the young Princess halted, looking down the empty hall. The guards were gone.

Nine of the Goode children go to spend the summer with their Aunt in the small town of Blakewood where their parents grew up. The oldest, Bethany, takes a summer job with their Uncle Dean in the General Store, using her free time to catch up on school work. Gwen, the towns Miss Popular, immediately takes a disliking to Bethany on account of their family history. Everything seems perfectly normal until a week after they arrive, and that's when the animals start attacking. Everyone from the age of ten and up are getting attacked by all sorts of animals. All except the Goode kids and Liam Finnigan, a young groundskeeper for the Blakewood Mansion. Rumors start spreading that Bethany and her siblings are the reason behind it all and people start to turn against them. Liam and Bethany both know the only way to save not only their families but the rest of the town is to get to the bottom of it all, which means uncovering the deep secrets of the bitter connection between three families and hundreds of years of dust. What secrets does the Blakewood Mansion hold?..........

Do you like quizzes? Do you like horses? Well name that horse is the perfect quiz for you! Join me as I whisk away into the Fair life of Michigan horses and test your horse knowledge to see if you're a true horse fan! I may even send a prize to the first one to guess the correct name of our mystical horse at the end! Good luck.

Tracy Rody's death was an unfortunate one that many people were saddened by. They felt sorry for the little girl. Both her parents had died and when Tracy's Aunt took her in the fever soon found her very ill. After about a month Tracy died, leaving her Aunt, Sarah Conagy, alone with six sons and one small daughter of the same age. Her name was Tae Conagy. All the town folk knew Sarah by her background and they dreaded to think of how little Tae would grow up with six brothers. Especially Mrs. Lawrence. All the townsfolk grew very fond of Tae's peculiar behavior but Mrs. Lawrence knew something they did not and it made her very angry to see everyone wrap themselves around Tae Conagy's little finger. It made Mrs. Lawrence even more displeased when her own son and daughter, Bert and Carol, fell into Tae's trap...But she was determined to keep them away from a certain despair.

"I REFUSE TO BE PART IN A WAR MY OWN KING STARTED!" Adrastea shouted, loosing her temper once more and throwing her chair across the room. "We don't want a war," Adrianna told her quietly, trying to keep her composure. Adrastea rolled her eyes and peered at Adrianna, burrowing down into the very pit of her soul. "You already have one." "Please, if you two would just get along, we might be able to solve this," Chandra tried to reason. Dagon looked at Diomedes with a confused expression, than turned his attention to Adrastea. "If your own king started this war, as you say, then why are you not part of it?" he asked reasonably. Adrastea snapped her head in his direction with that same cold gaze, but he remained completely calm. "He may be my king, but it makes my stomach lurch to have to admit it," Adrastea told Dagon in a low voice. "Everyone! Calm down! I know it's a mismatched group, but you're the best we've got," Cephalus interrupted, seeing where this was heading. Marcy swallowed hard and walked slowly behind Weland. This was not what she had signed up for. "Huh, yeah," Diomedes mumbled. "If they don't kill each other first." <<>>Updated every Monday<<>>

Davie didn't get there until after everyone was in the room, but he couldn't see properly through the crowd. He tried pushing his way through, and when he did, he saw the Countess bent over the body of Alice. "What's wrong?" He asked. "It's Alice," Kathleen replied, looking up at him with a solemn expression. "She's been killed." <<>>Updated every Friday<<>>

I ran toward the man, grabbing his neck with my right arm and using it as a lift to jump over his shoulder then flip him over mine. The two other men came at me at the same time so I used their weapons against them. As one of them thrust his sword at me I blocked and grabbed his wrist, pushing it upward to use his sword as a block for the other one. There was a stinging sound as steal clashed against steal and I used a forward kick to send one of the men sprawling on the ground. Unfortunately the last man was a bit more skillful then the others and when I tried to kick him in the ribs he grabbed my leg and pulled it forward. Thankfully I could do the splits and I immediately pulled my left leg forward and swept it in an arch behind the man's left leg causing him to fall to the ground. I stood up, satisfied at my work, but with my luck I should've known something would go wrong. And it did. As soon as I turned around to run I was greeted by the white haired man, pointing a bow at me from 3 yards away. "The games up missy. Turn around and put your hands in the air, NOW!" Reluctantly I turned around and raised my hands, glaring at the other men who were now standing. Why does this always happen to me? - Updated every Wednesday -