Monday, November 1, 2010


uch thanks to your prayers on my recovery! I'm feeling better, the medicine is helping. Tomorrow I'm going with Mom, Mrs. Michelle, Henry, and Petra to the home school thing they're doing, and on the way home we're going to the hospital to have the ultrasound. I won't be eating much tomorrow this time. Prayers would still be appreciated!


What have I been doing? 

Writing. A LOT. Some of you wanted more to it, and I wrote a little more today. If you haven't read the first part yet, you can scroll down to the next post. 

Maggie thought of her Mother, and how worried she would be. Then she thought of James, and how mad he would be. Maggie wanted to tell Buster to run away, and she wanted to tell him to go to the person in the distance at the same time. Soon she saw that he was coming towards her, and fast. Maggie suddenly got scared. She saw that it was a man, and he had on dirty and ragged clothes. Maggie's heart skipped a beat as she thought of all the stories of outlaws and thieves. "Go Buster!" she shouted "Giddy up!" Buster took off, and dust flew all around Maggie. She coughed and sputtered, but she didn't care. I have to get away from this man! She thought. Maggie flicked the reigns and started heading for town. Soon she saw a farmer pilling hay with his pitch-fork. Somebody called her name. Maggie turned, and there was her big brother. "Uh, hi James," Maggie stuttered, and Buster stopped running.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?!" James said. "You should be home helping Mother,"  

Maggie realized James didn't know she was running away. "I know, " she said, "But I was just out on a ride," 

James put his hands on his hips, "Oh really? Maggie, Mother never lets you go for a ride until you're done with chores. What have you been up to?" 

Maggie hung her head, "I wwas....I was running away," she blurted out. 

James's mouth fell open, "What?" 

"You were going to sell Buster, and I didn't want you to." Maggie explained.

"Not anymore," James muttered.

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked. 

"I'm going to sell my gun," James announced.

"What? No James, you can't, Dad said we'll need it one day!" Maggie said.

James replied, "What else will we sell? We'll need the quilt more than anything when winter comes." 

Maggie looked at Buster. Suddenly her eyes started shining, "James! I can get a job! Then we'll have enough money!"

"That's a good idea," James praised, "But I'm not sure Mother would approve of it," 
 "We can at least ask," said Maggie.

James answered, "True, no use in not trying, is there?" 

What else have I been writing? A story about four kids who go to Narnia. The kids risible Samuel, Anna, Max and I. But not quite, the kids are different and so are some of the names. Here is a little part of it: 

"Don’t...ddon’t...Don’t take another step!” Lynne yelled, not as brave as she first was.

The wild cat roared and took a giant jump on top of Lynne. Everything went black .

I hope you want to read it now...just give me your email in a separate comment (will not be published) and I'll send it to you. :D 

Hmmm...Is that all? I guess so. 

Your sister in Christ,


  1. Oh, your writings sound very interesting! Thanks for following!


  2. Glad you are feeling better! I will keep praying :)


  4. Thanks so much for following! I'm sorry it's taken so long to stop by here. =) Your blog looks like a lot of fun!
    Best Wishes,

  5. keep writing! great job!

    +Flamingo Pink+

  6. Hi Kendra!

    I fixed the comments...=) Now you can comment, lol! =D AND, I am almost done with your signature..so sorry it's taken me awhile to find time! =P Lovely blog here, dear..and thanks for putting my blog button on the sidebar! ;)


  7. I'd love to read more of the first store about Maggie........

    email is rachel.hipps12@gmail.com :)


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