Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Promise 1 chapter.

This chapter of this story is released into the public domain.
Should be used as a template. By Shundra L. Moore


He did not die well according to some but I knew he was still there. Your on your own when you have a family memeber turned into a veggie special. That's the way some of the doctors talked. They thought he didn't have insurance. Thank God they weren't the only people taking care of my dad.

There were a few Christian doctors and nurses who were no nonsense. They were about saving a life and living the life themselves with as little ego as possible. Some were other religions that had the same goal. But the bad apples could cause alot of damage. I promised my dad at the grave that I would be his memorial because I couldn't afford to buy the headstone among other reasons. He was a simple man who would do anything for me. He thought I was an angel incarnate and he died thinking that.

He always encourged me to reach for the stars and never mind those who didn't think much of me.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the monument company. God told me I made that promise to the wrong person. It was night time for me most of the time spiritually speaking. I couldn't see daylight yet. I was searching for another replacement for my father and didn't have much luck.

I guess a mentor of some sort. So meeting people came few and far in between. And the ones I met seemed to think I was someone else. This was a mystery that I didn't really want to know the answer to. I still believed dreams came true and I wasn't going to let life beat it out of me.

Teach: What you daydreaming about?
Sarah: Oh nothing just some old memories that people keep telling me I'm suppose to get over.
Teach: Is it reaccuring?
Sarah: Yes it is shows up in the strangest of times.
Teach: These memories probably mean more than just just your own fantasy world.
Sarah: I agree with that. I think it's a message
Teach: From God?
Sarah: Yep, pretty much.
Teach: So ask God why.
Sarah: I did. He just keeps giving me the same daydream or dream in other forms.
Teach: Its lunch time. Want to go out to eat?
Sarah: Sure. I'd like some mahi mahi but I like all types of fish. You are what you eat ya know.
Teach: Umm sure. I think you should try some flounder. So Sarah anytime soon whould be fine with me.


Sarah: So teach you married?
Teach: Yes happily.
Sarah: So your wife mind that you are taking a student out to lunch.
Teach: No, she is understanding.
Sarah: Really, that's good. I really just needed a ride home. My sister's car is out of fix today.
Lunch is a bonus.
Teach: What you ordering?
Sarah: I already told you I'd like to try some mahi mahi. I wonder if I can order from the take out menu. It will be faster.
Teach: Why don't we just eat here.
Sarah: Sure.
End of Chapter One.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Defeat of the Evil Malice

Defeat of the Evil Malice

This poem is copyrighted © Copyright 2010 Shundra L. Moore all rights reserved.

A Poem by Shundra L. Moore



A sleepless malice rises up from where we do not know.

But there is one Guide that does not go when evil parades itself for show.

Merry being made while a Battle rages.

Battles that cost the lives of mighty men.



The dark ones fall at the left and the right,

But the ones who follow the Guide never to leave His side

Will live to fight again.

Strength arises from the Tree that stands without the other,

That has leaves that deceive and beguile those who eat of its fruit.



The Tree of life grows at the heart.

And does not reveal its fruit until the season is in.

The Beacon of men is lit by the Light that shines

When darkness is full and all time stands still.



Going towards the void is not an easy task.

But never forget His word that shields us

Never forget His weapon that heals us

When the fiery darts do not miss their mark.



Eclipsing of the Son will not be done

By evil unless He wills.

The winged eyes of angels nested in their wings

Take them throughout  the heavens.

Delivering messages sent from the front

To a home that is unseen.



Reigning in the sweet incense that fills the Kings room.

Letters that don't hide the emotions crushed by war or the sadness of grief.

Messages received and answered unto victory.



Lineage of Royalty from the bloodline of kings.

Helmets that mask the warrior that hides within.

Salvation that comes in transfigured forms yet untold,

From the one Guide who stands inside all who call Him.

Duty calls but honor holds those who fight the evil malice that is all sin.



What is this sin that evil feeds upon?

It is a simple gap that breaks the union

Between the victory that was and is,

And is to come.

When time stands still and all is won.



© Movie Poetry - Lord of the Rings - Copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore


Thursday, May 5, 2011

Greens II (Story Idea)

I really thought they were spoiled. The turnip greens had an extra ingredient I couldn’t quite place it. They had this almond joy type of taste. But that couldn’t be the secret to the mystery. So I really needed to ask my sister since this was her first time preparing them for the whole family.


Big Sis. These turnip greens taste like soap, please tell me I’m wrong. Tell me this isn’t soap I taste.

Well, the greens were really dirty, I thought they could use a little soap. How else was I supposed to get the dirt out.

You shoulda asked Mamma.

I didn’t want to bother her since she was so tired anyway she already told me to add a little.

Taste like you added more than a little.

The moral of this story is soap and water works for most dirt. But if you find yourself in a sticky situation use the water of wisdom to get yourself out of a jam.

He made the church holy by the power of his word, and he made it pure by washing it with water. (Ephesians 5:26 Contemporary English Version)

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Sorrows

Iam acquainted with sorrows

Of the kind that man inflicts.

But remember I bore yours.

And I know what man is.

I know how much of your cross you can bear.

I know true rest is here,

In the place that I take your burdens for a time.

Then when you have grown strong.

You can walk behind me with your cross alone.

No more than I give and no less.

Just the task that I set before you.

Not the one that was set before Me.

 
by Shundra L. Moore

Nor

I won’t leave

I don’t forsake

Nor is my name

For I am with Him who was and is before

Time began.

And He told me to tell you

His name is Jesus.

by Shundra L. Moore

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Surrendered Heart


If I could I would give my heart
If I could I would start to yield
To the only one good in this world.
Evil are the intents
Dark are the sayings
But you Jesus clean me white as snow.

And what could I give
Would you take what I have.
Break apart the stone and replace it with a heart of flesh.
One that beats to Your rhythmic Love that overcomes all,
And dances with the beats of my heart.
Dances on the seas of turmoil of this world
Dances amidst the broken earth that groans beneath our feet.
So that we may live with hearts a fire
That burn to yield to Your Surrendered heart.

by Shundra

Friday, January 21, 2011

Working on Some Hypertext Fiction.

Twisty Little Passages is a good read. Its about interactive fiction, but I plan to use it for hypertext fiction which is a little easier to write. I'll post back my progress.

BTW(by the Way)
I'm going to use a wiki for the hypertext fiction. Namely one I can port to my flash drive. http://tiddlywiki.org/wiki/Main_Page
tiddlywiki its in javascript
Looks like some good software.

Shundra.