Recite A Poem.

Recite a poem.

Read the first page to one of your favorite books.

Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.

Do a tongue-twister.

Say something in a different language. 

Share an anecdote.

Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?

Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.

Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.

Tell a joke. 

What did you have to eat today? 

Talk about something that really scares you.

Talk about something that makes you happy.

What is your favorite word?

What is your least favorite word?

What turns you on?

What turns you off?

What sound or noise do you love?

What sound or noise do you hate?

What is your favorite curse word?

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

What profession would you not like to do?

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.

The Outstretched Hand

[Cont. from here]

@shepherdiing

Great, Just great. Now the brat was following him. Through the throbbing in his ears Lunarre could hear the Shepherd calling after him. Lunarre increased his speed, surging through the trees as he fought the agony in his body.

Suddenly the forest came to an abrupt end, giving way to fields as far as the eye could see. Cutting through them was a great river, engorged from the previous nights of heavy rain. The clouds were beginning the darken overhead. 

Using the last branch as a springboard, Lunarre jumped high and landed on the bank of the river, panting. The river was the only barrier in his way, and there was no getting around it. He had to cross.

As he readied himself for the jump, he heard his father’s laughter.

“Better luck next time, son. Your old man still has you beat.”

A fresh wave of agony brought a howl from the hellion’s throat. He couldn’t let the brat see him. He couldn’t…

Summoning all the strength he could muster to his legs, Lunarre leapt. 

The moment his feet left the ground he knew he had misjudged the distance, but it was too late. Blinded by pain, Lunarre plummeted into the freezing water.

Oh his shame, the shameful secret he had managed to keep hidden from the Scattered Bones for the two years he was with them: he could not swim a stroke. Since childhood his survival had depended partly on the fish the rivers and lakes could provide - venturing into their waters for pleasure was a luxury Lunarre had never been able to afford. 

When Lunarre met the Scattered Bones, this became a weakness he was determined to hide. And he did.

How useless all that was. Thrusting his head above the surface of the raging waters, the hellion gasped for air.

Lunarre’s legs kicked helplessly as he was dragged away by the current. The river pulled him under time and time again, and each time Lunarre desperately pulled himself back up. There was no way he could reach the other side; it was too far, and the current was too strong. His limbs were aching, his lungs were about to burst, his head was pounding. The river pulled him under again, and Lunarre knew his strength would only allow him one last chance for air.

Coming up again, Lunarre screamed at the top of his lungs. 

“PA! PA, HELP ME PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!”

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WHAT FLOWER ARE YOU?

You are Heather

You're never daunted by the odds and never run away no matter how tough of a fight you are facing. You have a loyal heart. In difficult situations you thrive and people can always count on you. You never give up, never back down and always get back up when you fall.

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