tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post3369235793119978533..comments2024-02-01T14:06:20.674-06:00Comments on Knitted by God's Plan: Party Game - Egg TossKendra E. Ardnekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03593051552921296108noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-8485292824426986952014-07-26T15:18:56.940-05:002014-07-26T15:18:56.940-05:00"Stay still, sister."
It was Martin. W..."Stay still, sister."<br /><br />It was Martin. With a voice as good as his, it was almost suicide for him to be here today. If he even opened his mouth the greedy music-mongers would certainly notice him.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05339091544962023545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-91758882717565855292014-07-26T14:39:24.450-05:002014-07-26T14:39:24.450-05:00Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. I jumpe...Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. I jumped before I could realize that this hand was gentle and not the bony claw of the old man.<br /><br />~RHAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-12317660969804400582014-07-26T11:32:37.869-05:002014-07-26T11:32:37.869-05:00The lunacy of it all stunned me. Music was their h...The lunacy of it all stunned me. Music was their highest love, yet they could not understand it. They could not appreciate it. They only used it for their own purposes -- purposes that often included gold coins lacing the insides of their velvet purses. And now, here I was, caught up in the middle.<br /><br />Music used to be the one thing that brought me enjoyment, the one thing I loved, the one thing that could save me. Now my love was being used against me.Kirsten Fichterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01887462858049277918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-71061983755191467562014-07-26T10:46:25.727-05:002014-07-26T10:46:25.727-05:00Should I have been surprised that the man had foun...Should I have been surprised that the man had found me? After all, a rich reward went to the man who discovered a new singer. Only, I would have thought that since Martin had told me that he had left, he would have actually been gone.<br /><br />Had my own flesh and blood betrayed me?Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05339091544962023545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-22171122026843682632014-07-26T09:24:38.350-05:002014-07-26T09:24:38.350-05:00"I tried not to let anyone see my tears. Or t..."I tried not to let anyone see my tears. Or the blood clotting on my wrist."<br /><br />~RobynAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-28817287918803795572014-07-25T13:31:15.662-05:002014-07-25T13:31:15.662-05:00Aggie pulled her dark cloak tighter as she pushed ...Aggie pulled her dark cloak tighter as she pushed herself even farther into the black shadows behind a column in the over crowded room. Her eyes darted from corner to corner, searching for someone or something. From the other side of the room, a clear, powerful bass voice rose above the mesmerized crowd. There would be 2 new singers chosen today, and Aggie was determined that she would not be one of them.<br /><br />Suddenly a claw like hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her from the shadows. "Did you think you could hide from me?" growled the small, old man who pulled her down to face him. "You will sing today or there will be consequences." With an evil grin, he held up a bracelet. Aggie recognized it as her little sister's bracelet and her heart seized with a cold grip. He had found Anna.<br /><br />The room grew quiet, waiting for the next voice to rise from the crowd. "SING!" hissed the little man, digging his nails into her skin. With a gasp for air, she opened her mouth and let her pure tenor voice rise up. There was a scuffling of feet as people turned to peer into the shadows, and then the profound silence broken only by the sound of her voice.EagleNestMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00900856491721862555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618645909538172709.post-7181204314980042712014-07-25T08:45:51.822-05:002014-07-25T08:45:51.822-05:00"They loved my voice, but they didn't eve..."They loved my voice, but they didn't even know who I was."Kirsten Fichterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01887462858049277918noreply@blogger.com