The King of the North_My James Band_Birthday Shenanigans_The Spring Festival
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The King of the North
The sun beat down on his face as he felt the wind whipping through his long, black hair. The rhythmic beating of his horse’s hoofs on the hard ground matched with the pace of his heart as he sped through the countryside, his mind uncharacteristically on distant matters. Tears which pooled in his eyes were quickly dried by the gale, and his scarred hands gripped his steed’s reins with their full strength, turning his knuckles white. He knew the quest he had just undertaken had but one result, and he knew too that there was no other choice for him. For 37 years, Valagar, son of Vilbrandir had gu...
My James Band
We were pinching ourselves in case it was all just a dream, one you would wake up from and find yourself back in your room laid down on your familiar bed. But we were really inside the room we could only wish to be in.Back in high school when I first saw James strum the guitar, I thought he looked awkward. There was a bit of an oddness in the way he carried himself. It made him unqualified to be among the campus crushes. He was too quiet to be even noticed, and he was also not one of the boys known for their laudable skill on the stringed instrument. He would just pick the guitar when no one...
Birthday Shenanigans
“Thank you everyone for coming here today, it’s not every day you turn eighty. A special thank you to my daughter Janet, for opening up her home to us today and my other daughter, Carolyn for helping her plan it” Mary pauses to look at them each in turn. “Cheers girls.” Her two grey-haired ‘girls’ raise their glasses in her direction as a cheer erupts. Mary has to raise her voice a pitch or two to get over the top of the exuberance. “I love you kids!” Janet and Carolyn smile at their mother and blow her a kiss. The formalities over, everyone spreads out, catching up with friends and family. J...
The Spring Festival
The Spring Festival was always my favorite event of the year. I honestly loved the Spriwww.onedoor.ccng Festival more than I loved Christmas. Christmas was always stressful around our house because all it meant was Grandma was coming into town and she would inevitably say something horrible to mom or I and we would spend the rest of her trip trying to avoid her. One problem with Grandma – other than she the fact that she only likes my father – is that she is not very mobile on her own. Which means she sits in my favorite recliner where she can see the television and out the front windows at the same time....