Through the Living Hope

I don't know who needs to hear this but

Just because you may be feeling broken, remember, a kaleidoscope is also made from broken parts. When you look through it, you see something beautiful

Every year, my youth group plays this big game the night before Thanksgiving. It's called Apocalypse Night, or just the Apocalypse, and it's basically a cross between laser tag, capture the flag, cops vs robbers, hide and seek, flag football, mazes, etc. There are three teams (the people on your team are the same every round, but your team color and goal can sometimes change, and there are four groups of people) - the blue, green, and red teams. The red team is the size of the blue and green teams combined (I know how to math) and their goal is to turn everyone to the red team by pulling a flag from their hip (used to be called the zombie team). In the game's history, the red team has done this less than three times. The blue and green teams are basically the same. They are looking all over the building for their team's canisters (glowing neon water bottle). These teams need to find three of their color canisters and take them to the "chamber" (a bucket hidden somewhere in the building) to save the world. They cannot touch or hide the other color canisters and they cannot mix the colors to fill the chamber.

I smell a book that I'm gonna write. More accurately, started writing then forgot about and am now going to pick up again.

So, I'm writing a story, and I want a bit of feedback on it. It's going to be a three-part series, and this is the basic skeletal structure:

Book 1: Two people from the opposite sides of a war get amnesia and swap places, and actually change sides. By the end, they are friends (initially without realizing that they are on opposing sides) and by the end they are taken back to their original sides

Book 2: Internal conflict of "I like these people now but I was apparently with these people before what should I do?" on both sides

Book 3: Not in the war anymore but get dragged back into it to end it once and for all

Obviously I'm glazing over a bunch of details and I'm only partway through writing book one but anyways thoughts?

Do you guys ever think about how weird it would be to have the traits of a lizard? I mean, yeah, scales, tongue, but that's not what I'm talking about. Some species of lizards and geckos can make their tails fall off as a distraction to predators. Just imagine: You're walking in a school hallway when someone starts bullying you. You start to feel threatened and you make your butt fall off. As the bully is fixated on the butt in horror and confusion and isn't paying attention to YOU anymore, you can now leave.

Okay. We need to talk.

Look at this shirt.

Now look at these pants.

Taking only color into account, they look horrible together.

But if you have JEANS of the SAME COLOR

They look fine together.

So in my creative writing class, we started our poetry unit today. My teacher gave us six pictures and had us write a poem about one of them. I did this picture:

So this is what I wrote, want help naming it, though:

Crunch

Snow is wet

Owls almost loud

Beam reflecting off the wet

Beam reflecting off the snow

Berry falls

plop

On head

Branch drags behind

Needles poke my wrist

Why? I’m wearing gloves

Cold wet seeps into boots

Cold snow seeps into boots

Rabbit sees, scampers away

We were so close

Now two sets of tracks

Exist in the wet

Exist in the snow

In the cold

Between the trees

And the falling wet

Snow

Another step

Another

Crunch

Sky is dark

Mountains are not

Stars are not

Stars are rice on a black sheet

Needles and berries are not

Needles and berries are decorations on a tablecloth

Snow is not

Snow is blinding

Snow is wet

But bark is dark

So is sky

Grass pokes up

Would sway,

If not for the wet

If not for the snow

Cold and stiff, yes

But strong

Resilient

Doesn’t care what cold says

Doesn’t care what wet says

Doesn’t care what snow says

Doesn’t care what anything says

Just grows

Grows

Grows

Higher and higher

Even through the wet

Even through the snow

Moon glows

A spot of light

In a sky of dark

Almost enough to turn off the beam

But not quite

Still too dark

Even if just a little

Still too dark

Wool itches

Boots begin to cold

In the wet

In the snow

Coat for my body

Scarf for my face

Hat for my ears

Gloves for my hand

Needle prick

Boots shouldn’t be cold

Boots should be warm

I need new boots

Thanks to the wet

Thanks to the snow

Nose turns red

Red like berries

So do ears

So do cheeks

Eyes feel frozen

Frozen like wet

Frozen like snow

So does mouth

So do fingers

So do toes

I really like where I live. There's not a ton of out-of-state tourists often, which is kind of nice. There's small towns and big cities close by. There's really only one thing that I would change if I could... and that's the freaking weather.

We like to say that where I live has twelve seasons:

1. Winter
2. Fool's Spring
3. Second Winter
4. Spring of Deception
5. Third Winter
6. The Pollening
7. Actual Spring (which lasts about three days)
8. Summer
9. Heck's Front Porch (we are here now)
10. False Fall
11. Second Summer
12. Actual Fall

I don't like extreme conditions. Perfect weather for me is 65-75 F with no clouds and a slight breeze. We are not there now.

Time for some community participation! If you know the next line, add it on to the last:

He's a semi-aquatic egg laying mammal of action (doo bee doo bee doo bah doo bee doo bee doo bah)