Observance Stories

A lot of people have questions or misconceptions about "Mormons" (members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) and what they believe. Hopefully this will answer some of your questions. Please be nice in your comments. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and you do not have to agree. Most of the content in here is found in a pamphlet called For the Strength of Youth. I would highly encourage you to google https://www.lds.org/?lang=eng for more information, or contact missionaries if you have any questions :)

This is just what I observe around me. What I see in my eyes. These are old and I wrote them when I was like 13-15 years old, just publishing them! °~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~° -NO COPY WRITE!-

One of nature's most powerful performances....

Its appearance was the first thing that caught my eye as I step outside to breathe Flying and jostling its body in what would appear to be random aerodynamic patterns White With symmetrical wings I chased after it at first, but I slowed my pursuit until I became and observer of it At first I thought it was afraid of me, then it started to play with me Encircling my body at my feet and my head Sometimes it would fly off a couple of feet and then come back, perhaps searching for flowers to pollinate It would stop at this piece of red and brown plastic wrapper in the grass-with its wings still flapping faster than my could count the repetitions I felt like a child, reaching my hand out in different places to see if this beautiful creature would grace me with its presence They are often seen as signs of transformation Deadened trees are coming back to life, their once barren and lifeless limbs are now beginning to sprout their respected fruits All is a cycle of constant change; of renewal and rebirth A multitude of clouds appear in the young spring day, youthful and with sufficient enough noise that instills that childlike wonder we all have had In the backdrop, common house finches call and sing and dance at the day Theirs is currently the only one I can recognize...maybe there are sparrows chirping a out as well Orange peels pepper the ground, succulent fruits that have provided me a necessary burst of energy; the sun hides its face in the clouds no longer

'Glance' is a poem depicting a silent observer and admirer. I hope you like it. It is one of the many poems from a poetry collection by me. Your views matter.

His fingers wrapped themselves around a pile of paperclips, and he pulled them out, immediately twisting them into different shapes, chaining them together, and running his fingers over their cold metal surface. He could see that Mister Hahn had a rough, long night, due to the bags under his eyes, obviously signs of lack of sleep, though he had tried to cover it up by drinking numerous cups of coffee, as Reynard could tell from the glazed over look in Mister Hahn’s eyes, the stains on his jacket, and the jittery movements of his hands as he swept them across his desk. - Reynard Benedict has a freakish sense of observance, and so when he was thirteen he was sent to live with Mister Hahn, a German scientist who promised an advanced education. Five years later, he and two other children, December and Draven Springer, start hearing rumors of crime across the city - crime they start to investigate because of curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, as they always say...