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An apology

Hello everyone. I am here to offer my sincere apology for disappearing for the whole month. I hadn't intended to do that. I'm not going to sit here and try to make excuses; I completely dropped the ball last month. Also, I'm having trouble pulling it all together for this month, which is why I've decided to take an extended break to pull the blog back together, so we will be back September 2'nd. Thank y'all for your patience, I really aperchiate it. Hopefully when we come back, we'll be even better for y'all!
  -Mikayla-

Contest Results

Hello, I'm here to announce the winner of The Haven by Cara Simmons. And it is....

Mikayla L!!!!!! Congradulations!

Here is her entry and the poem it was based off of.

 “If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking”

 By Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

I hurried along the cold cobblestone streets, tucking my hands further into my muff, lined with soft fur.

“Hurry, Isaac! The orphanage will be closed soon, and I want to drop the dresses off first!” I called to my butler. He nodded, silently following me, the parcels in his arms – many for the children, and one containing a beautiful dress that I simply could not wait to wear to church come morn.

“Work to stop only one heart from breaking, and you will have not lived in vain, my dear.”

My mother’s last words to me echoed in my ears. My father was a wealthy Englishman, and as such, I was spoiled beyond imagination. I made a habit of donating old clothes and toys to the orphanage. Today I had a few big bags filled to the brim with items, and I was excited that I would, once again, see their faces as they dug through my old treasures.

We rounded another corner, and I couldn’t keep the elated skip out of my step.

“Hello, Madame Eva! How happy we are to see you!” The plump old lady, Martha, who ran the orphanage called, opening the door to the orphanage.

I smiled, “Good evening! How are the children?”

“Hello, Eva!” The eighteen young girls in the building chorused. I waved hello, ducking into the establishment.

Martha chuckled, “They are well, Madame.”

I took the bags of clothes from Isaac, passing them to the girls. “Enjoy!”

It was then I noticed a new girl, a girl about my age, sitting in a corner, a sullen, angry look on her face, despair and longing in her eyes.

“Hello! My name is Eva Gertrude Edwards. What is your name?” I asked, smiling.

She frowned, “My name is Genevieve.”

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“That would be because my parents were just killed in an accident. They were coming home from town in their carriage.” She said quietly.

“I’m so sorry, Genevieve.” I said, then wasting no time to second guess myself, I reached for her hand, “You know, Genevieve, I brought a special dress just for you.”

Pulling her to her feet, I practically had to drag her across the room to Isaac.

“Isaac, may I have the package we purchased earlier?”

He passed it to me, and I handed it to Genevieve. “It will suit you quite well, I think.”

I bit my lip, partially regretting the choice. That feeling washed away as soon as Genevieve opened the parcel, drawing out the sapphire blue dress, with the slippers and handbag to match, the new muff resting atop. Her eyes lit up. She looked at me curiously.

“Madame Eva, are you sure you wish me to have this?”

I smiled encouragingly at her, “Of course! And please, just Eva will do.”

Then the longing in her eyes was replaced with excitement.

That evening, walking through the beautiful London streets, I didn’t think twice about the beautiful dress I had given up. I could only think of the surprise, the happiness, on Genevieve’s face, and that fact that, at least momentarily, I had eased the aching soul inside one girl.

“Your mother would have been proud.” Isaac said, as if reading my thoughts, his kind face and bright eyes smiling at me.

Well, then, I have not lived in vain.

Second place goes to... John! Thank you for your entry! 

“Courtney, I’m home!” I said as I walked through the door in our downtown apartment. 

“Hi Bret!” My wife of two years entered the front room and gave me a hug. 

“You’ll never guess what happened!” I could barely contain my excitement.

“What?” she asked.

“I got a $5,000 bonus! My manager has been really happy with my work and the owner of the company even called and told me that I was getting promoted!”

“Oh my goodness!” Courtney was just as ecstatic as I was.

“God’s really been helping me exceed and be successful and now everyone sees it. We can finally start planning for that dream vaction--” I was cut off by a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood a man who lived one street over. I had only talked with a few times and I knew he was going through some hard financial times. His family wasn’t always the best dressed and his car wasn’t the nicest but he had good character. 

He cleared his throat before speaking in a soft voice. “Mr. Johnson-” 

He didn’t need to finish. I knew what he was going to say. Even before he started talking, I knew what God wanted me to do. “Here, Mark.” I said as pressed the envelope that was still in my hand into his. 

“Thank you.” he said with face beaming. “You’re very kind.” 

“God bless,” I replied. He turned and walked down the street. Once I closed the door, I realized what I had just done, but I didn’t regret it.

“You gave your bonus.” My wife observed. I lifted my gaze from the floor to her face and was surprised to see her smiling at me. “You did the right thing and I’m proud of you, even if we don’t get to go on that dream vacation just yet.”

“It was worth it. Now, come on let’s go celebrate!”

IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

By Emily Dickinson

It seems this was a popular poem to use!

Thank you to everyone who entered!

 -Mikayla

Interview with Cara Simmons!

Today we have an interview with Cara Simmons, author of The Haven!

Hello Cara and welcome to Future Homeschool Authors!



First could you tell us a bit about yourself? 
     I am a native of New England and I especially love the Green Mountains of Vermont, having grown up there. I live in Connecticut now, with my wonderful husband of 17 years this month, and five great treasures from God - ages fifteen down to seven years old. I began homeschooling in 5th grade, back in the day when it was a foreign and unknown thing to do. I became a homeschool graduate in 1993 and moved on to take a few community college courses, worked different temp jobs, and then met my husband and we married in 1998. I homeschooled my children for about five years, and then they began to go to a private Christian School, where I became a Kindergarten teacher. I have written three books in a series called The Orphans of Mordecai's Castle Series and hope to write more books very soon. 

Why did you decided to be an author? 
     I have always enjoyed writing, even from the time I was a little girl. I can remember sitting in one of my favorite trees with my best friend and we were talking about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I still remember saying, "I want to write a book someday." I always had a story at the back of my mind, but in 2006 I began to finally make time to get it out of my head an onto the paper. I felt it was time to share my adventures with the world around me, and God gave me the go ahead.  

Whats your favorite book? 
     My favorite book/s are by Francine Rivers: The Mark of the Lion Series. 

Who's your favorite Author?
     Francine Rivers (as mentioned above) She has such a way with words that I soak in everything she says and hope that one day I will be able to write and express myself just like she does. 

Can you tell us anything about the book your working on right now?
     I am working on two different projects. One is a children's book about two little snails, and another is a story based on my childhood, though the main character will be a fictional one. 

What were the best and worst parts of writing The Haven?
     I loved how the characters grew to be close friends to me as I wrote their story. I held their future in my hands and so when it came to have to quit writing for the day, I became very agitated knowing they were stuck in a predicament. It was only by my writing their next pages that they were able to get out and overcome their situation. The writing was the best part. Most of the time the story flowed, but there were a few times when I got stuck and did not know where the story was going to go. The worst part was the editing...over and over and over again. I had to read and reread the story until I could not see any more mistakes. Then I had to give it to someone else to look over so they could see the mistakes I missed.    

What is your favorite genre? 
     For reading? I like historic fiction, romance, and adventure. For writing? I like writing about adventures of young people that possibly could be me; real life events. Oh, and animals. I love animal stories. 

Do you do any research for your books? If you do, what are your main sources? 
     I have done a little for my three books. I mainly looked online for information about the time period the books took place, as well as other things such as the luminescent rocks mentioned in my books. 

What do you like most about writing? 
    It is doing something I love. I find it relaxing. I like how creative I can be, and how I can watch a story from my head come to life on the page of a book, then in turn, I can share it with the world. 

Any final thoughts? 
     My encouragement to other writers is do not fret about how the whole process of publication will work. If you have an idea, just write. Get it onto the paper. If you do not have much time, like me, take little bits of time here and there and write when you can. Keep a notebook in your purse or pocket and write your thoughts down when you get inspired. You will forget them if you don't! God will work out everything in His perfect time, and He will reward you with something great in due time. Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. May God bless you as endeavor to serve Him in all you do. 

See more about Cara at http://www.carasimmons.com/

May Contest

SUMMER! SUMMER IS HERE! Ok. Sorry. I'm a little excited. Now to this month's contest! We will be giving away a paperback copy of The Heaven by Cara Simmons to the first place winner! Second and Third place will get posted on the blog along with First place!

This is a really simple, yet very interesting contest! Please pick one of your favorite poems, and write a short story based off, or inspired by this poem. We are excited to see your entries; please send them to futurehomeschoolauthors@gmail.com. The Contest ends on the 24'th and the results will be published on the 30'th.

Contest Results

Hello everyone! The winner of this months contest and of Orphan Song by Gillian Adams is....

Clare Farrelly!!! Congratulations Clare!

Her entry:

Carousel 

Eyes wide with excitement and mouths agape the twins walked towards the carousel. The moment they had wished for all their short lives had come. They stood with many other children in front of the greatest carousel in all of Kayoklutosni. A week ago their lives had changed in a moment when Father walked into the room announcing that the fair had arrived in town and he had bought tickets for the last night. Gillian had dropped her book with a thud and Colin had been gabby about the fair ever since. 

The sun lingered in the sky, glinting off the magnificent scrollwork and shining on the smooth carousel creatures. Everyone knew they did not really exist, but one could almost believe that they could, or did once, the two young children found it especially easy. These creatures, unicorns some called them, were so beautiful, nothing like the camels everyone rode, or the twargs and goats. They were daintier, nobler, than any real creature. The colour of the twisting pole of each beast corresponded to their one twisted horn that glowed in the sunlight.

Children clambered onto the carousel, the line grew rapidly shorter as children left to choose a mount, Colin glanced at Gillian with eyes shining. “We’ll be on next round Jill; will you take one on the outside row? I want one on the inside that moves up and down as well as round.”

“D’know Col, any’ll do, I just wish they were real, that we had creatures like that in Kayoklutosni. Wouldn’t riding one of those be grand, one that really moved.”

“How would you stay on though? There’s no hump to hold onto and their horn is too far forwards,” Col replied.

“Oh I think if they were t’let us, then we wouldn’t fall, they’d make sure of that,” Jill whispered.

The unicorns began to spin slowly around, the inside two rows rising up and down again. Faster and faster they spun, until if you watched just one place a creature could be seen, white, striding along tossing its head, moving through the poles as if in a dance. The laughter and shouts of children’s joy echoed out, mingling with the song and strings of a jet black haired harpist sitting against a nearby tree. Watching adults smiled, listening to the music while their children enjoyed the carousel.  

All too soon the music faded and the mysterious unicorn disappeared. The carousel became still once again, except for the children swarming off it. Col grabbed his sister’s hand and ran towards the carousel. 

Col twisted between the unicorns until he came to one wearing green. A light green saddle rested on a darker cloth with silver tassels hanging from the edges. Col smiled and ran his hand over the beast’s neck feeling the hard smoothness and then touching the real leather and cloth. 

“I wonder why all your outfit’s not made of the same cool, hard stuff as you are? Perhaps to make it feel more real. I would think that having real tack makes you much harder to clean.” Col thought back to the many evenings he spent beside his father polishing metal buckles and rubbing fat into leather until it shone.  Col settled himself into the saddle and reached forward to touch the headstall. Fine chains of what looked almost like real silver and the softest shimmering cords made up the headstall. He sat back and straightened his shoulders. Fitted out with such finery, he could be a lord riding on a steed.

Jill likewise sat upon an elegant beast. It had a delicate halter of gold thread and chain, with pink flowers twined into it. A real beast, Jill thought, would snap such delicate straps in moments. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, a slight fragrance wafted through the air. Jill glanced around with narrowed eyes. Why, she wondered, should she smell flowers, here in the middle of a fair? She looked again at the flowers in the halter, in the dusk light they could be real, leaning closer to them she thought the smell grew stronger. Jill climbed up and stood on the saddle, leaning along the creature’s neck she breathed in. The smell certainly came from the flowers. Yet how could it? 

She leaned out further. Music started and the ride jolted forwards. With a shriek Jill crashed down and landed beside the pearly pink hooves of her unicorn. Yells came from watching adults and children around her. For a moment she just lay there, and then a hand grasped her arm, hauling her up. She caught a glimpse of the unicorns soft blue eyes, then found herself looking into two beady brown eyes. 

“Young un get off now, we can’t have the ride disturbed.” The tall, beared man in long boots hauled Jill off the carousel and dumped her a fair distance away before she even had time to protest. As the man marched back to the carousel Jill called after him, “Wait please Sir, please.” 

The man did not even turn around. Jill fell to the dusty ground. One drop of salty water trickled slowly down her face followed by others. 

From where Col sat he had a good view of the whole event. For a moment he looked at his sister then back to the beautiful white beast. His little hands twisted around the pole that held up his steed and made it fly. He bit his lip then swung his leg over the unicorn and slid down. Giving it one last pat he wound his way between the other elegant creatures towards his sister, just as the music began again.

They sat together; Col wound his fingers around Jill’s. Together they listened to the music and watched the unicorns dance around again, whirling faster and faster. Clothes and tassels flapped, children screamed, some in joy others with fright at the speed, and again the mysterious beast appeared just for a moment galloping on the spot. 

Children tumbled off and more ran to get places. Col and Jill went back to their parents. Jill whispered, “Somehow it would not be the same, maybe later we can ride it.” A strange sadness filled the hearts and minds of the two youngsters, it may be thought to have come from the fact that they were taken from their ride, that is not so, it came from something much deeper, they themselves had no idea. Jill could not dispel the look in the unicorn’s blue eyes from her mind.

Stalls were set up everywhere, banners rippled out from poles and trees. The glow of illumstones became more noticeable. The family walked into a nearby stall. The children forgot their sorrow upon seeing the beautiful trinkets. Jill at once moved over to look at an unusual object which, upon inspection, turned out to be a miniature carousel, with only four unicorns prancing around it. They were encased in a hard substance. Jill lifted it carefully, as she moved it, silver and gold sparkles floated around the animals, her mouth parted in wonder. “So beautiful,” she whispered.

A small round man, the stall keeper, hurried over and snatched the carousel from her hands. “That, my dear, is not for sale. That, little one is real gold and silver it is made from, and the stone casing, well, no one except a great lord,” The man gestured vaguely northwards and flung his arms wide.

A magnificent crash made everyone cringe; Jill jumped back as fragments of the tiny carousel hit her. The man’s dark face grew darker. He glared at his hand which still held the gold and silver base, and then back towards a tent pole behind him. His mouth opened and shut a few times, Jill backed further, and her foot kicked something as she ducked behind Father. Stooping she picked the small object up. At the same moment Col gazed in astonishment at the piece of carousel that had literally flown across the room into his hands. A tiny white figure of a unicorn decked with gold and silver lay shining on his palm.

Mother and father never noticed the little figures in their son’s and daughter’s hands as they pushed them out of the stall before them. They all wandered around the fair looking upon many wonders and great sights, but soon it grew very late and they went to an inn beside where the fair sprouted. The distance to their own house was not great but dark cloaked men roamed the roads at night. 

Col and Jill looked out the window; they could both just glimpse the carousel. Then they slipped off their shoes and snuggled next to each other, listening to their parents breathing and the minstrels at the fair. A model unicorn lay with fingers curled around it; the other poked its head out of a pocket in Col’s shirt. Many parts of the fair grew silent and were packed away, ready to travel off the next day. All the inns and drink-houses in the town overflowed. Of the minstrels by the carousel only the harpist played, softly, ever so softly. The music wound it way into the night, calling.

The greater moon rose up, closely followed by the second. Silver light spilled through the open window and splashed down onto the children’s bed. Jill sat upright as something prickled at her hand, light shone from between her fingers. She nudged Col, and pressed a finger to her lips. The two tiny unicorns glittered in the moonlight, glowing of themselves. 

Four little feet pattered across the floor and slipped into shoes then out the door. Two faces peered into a lighted room then backed away and padded out a different, smaller door, out onto cobbles that reflected back the moonlight. Not a word passed between the children as they crept through the trunks of great trees towards the fair.

One illumstone shone white into the shadows. The minstrel sat near it and another lady moved noiselessly towards the carousel. The minstrel jumped as Col stepped on something, her music, though, did not falter. Jill and Col followed the other lady onto the carousel. A white light reflected off the young lady’s silver dress, she moved among the carousel poles running her hand up each creature’s horn.

Turning, she gazed a moment at the children. Jill stepped up next to her, “They are so sad. Can we help?” she whispered. The lady’s eyes sparkled. 

Keeping her voice low the lady replied, “Yes, help me get their halters off.” Her eyes went to Col’s pocket.

Jill held out her hand with the shining figure in it, “Are these yours?”

“No dearest, but they are a sign. Keep them, and guard them well.” The lady’s pure white hair fell glimmering over her shoulder as she bent and closed Jill’s fingers around the unicorn.

Jill, Col and the white lady moved among the carousel beasts, and the harpist played. Col struggled with a silver buckle, but finally it undid and he slipped one halter off. He put it over his arm and slipped another off. Jill watched the woman, she had only to touch a halter and it slid off or broke with a tinkle. She placed each one into a pouch at her side.

As the last halter jingled into the bag, the lady spoke again, “You may hop on if you like, they won’t mind.” She motioned to the carousel beasts. 

Who won’t? Jill wondered, but she did not intrude on the sound of the music which now swelled, humming along shafts of moonlight. The carousel began to spin, faster and faster. Wind whipped saddle cloths and tassels and gripped at the children’s delighted grins, the mystical unicorn appeared. This time something different happened though. The creature galloped forwards. Loud cracking and snapping noises pierced the night. Both children felt a strange warmth under them. Hair blew into Jill’s face, and she lost grip of the twisted pole. Her hands found only soft hide of an animal and hair, long thick, silver hair. Jill’s teeth clacked together as hooves hit the ground. Wide eyed, Jill looked at the moonlight shimmering all around her. The moonlight had hair and legs, hooves and bodies. Jill felt herself slipping and grabbed larger handfuls of the hair. The saddle fell to the ground, but Jill stayed astride. Col, on one of the inner unicorns had not yet broken free. 

All the beasts that had transformed cavorted around, making it hard for Jill to see exactly what happened. In a moment all the creatures were free. Shouts came from the town, focused illumstones flashed out into the moonlight. Jill noticed that the music had stopped, and the black haired minstrel completely disappeared. People came running. The unicorns ran too, with the same speed that the carousel had turned at before. The last coloured saddle and blanket thumped to the ground. Forty nine gleaming unicorns disappeared into the trees. All glowed white except for the one which had a mane and tail black as the deepest shadow. That one had a different horn to the rest and also still carried a pack of some kind, very oddly shaped.

Col and Jill found themselves standing just outside the entrance of the inn they had crept out of only minutes before. The white lady touched each of their heads. “Guard your charges well, they are not living but they have power, when you are older you may find it. Peace now, in you go.”

The twins crept back into the inn. Out the window they thought they saw a last flash of silver hair and heard hoof beats, yet not a trace of the lady that just bid them farewell. “Unless,” Jill and Col whispered in the same breath, “Unless…” They both looked at each other sharing the thought. As sleep pushed their eyelids closed, a fiftieth unicorn, whiter even than the others, and with a smooth horn, galloped in the direction of the others.

Second place goes to... Mikayla L!! 

Thinking back on that fateful day, I wonder if it was all avoidable, or if it was an inevitable clash between two worlds, each denying the existence of the other. 

Amidst the raging fire, the door stood. Though the fire destroyed everything else around it, the door stood unharmed. Walking around it, it was only a door, standing solitarily, alone besides the trees, though they would soon be reduced to ashes. But upon opening the door, I discovered a whole new world, one where my past as an outcast, an orphan, would be forgotten, unknown. A world where things were different from everything I’d ever known. Upon discovering it, I felt chills race down my spine. Whether they were from delight or terror, I did not yet know. 

Upon stepping through it, I discovered that once you go through, you can never return from whence you came. I know, because as soon as my feet passed into the other world, the door disappeared behind me.

***

I jumped up, turning to where the door should have been, but there was nothing. A knot of fear settled in my stomach as I glanced wildly at my surroundings. In my earlier state of cafard, I hadn’t considered the possibility that I could never get back to my home, dull as it was, in Australia. I never dreamed that maybe I could get stuck on the other side.    

Gathering my wits, I took in the tall trees. I did a double take. The trees were purple. Odd. Not only that, but they had large, stone like objects hanging off of them. 

Slowly I began walking, the sun beating down on me through the trees. I glanced up and shivered. Not one, but two suns hung in the sky above me. At least the sky was blue, like normal. 

“I want to go home.” I mumbled. But I had no home, not really. The sewers weren’t fit to be called home. But at least they were familiar, unlike this strange land I had stumbled upon. 

I heard hoof beats. They grew louder quickly, and I fought between the want to hide, in case it was danger, and the want to wait, in case it was help. Finally, the feeling in my gut won, and I scrambled up on of the trees. They were rather slick, and it took me a moment to get the method down: grab on with my legs, push up, grab on with my arms, and then pull my legs up after me. Just as I reached a good height, a group of cloaked figures on horseback came into sight. The one who I guessed to be the leader pulled his horse to a stop, directly below me. 

“She’s there.” He pointed to the tree. 

Within the second, his men had crossbows pointed at me. 

“Who are you?” 

“No, dear girl, the question is, who are you?”

I hesitated before answering, “Calypso.” 

The man laughed, but it was a cold, fake laugh, one that sent shivers down my spine, “That’s not your name, girl.”

“I wish it was.”

“What is your real name? And of what race are you?” He asked, his horse prancing beneath him. 

“My real name is Isabella. And I’m human. But what are you?” I asked, my curiosity, as always, getting the better of me. 

“I am the one, I believe, in power currently. So listen to what I have to say. You are a princess in this land, lost to a strange world long ago. However, now that throne is mine to inherit. So, you see, we have a problem. If the faeries know you are back, they will stop at nothing to get you back to the throne, but I’d rather I have it.”

I kept silent, but the statement startled me. I grew up deprived of everything I wanted, fighting to survive. And I was to believe that in this land, I was a princess? An arrow lodged itself into the branch, inches from my hand. 

I probably would do best to stay alive, else the throne would do me no good. So I slipped back to the trunk of the tree, deeper into the branches, where he couldn’t see me. 

His voice, eerily calm, filled the forest. “Burn it.” 

I hadn’t thought of that. One of his men kneeled at the trunk of the tree, with two pieces of stone, different from any in Australia. But as soon as he began tapping them together, a spark flew out of it. 

Think. Searching my mind for any idea, any at all, I came up blank.

Then I got it. The man (you know, the one who wanted me dead) sat straight on his horse, directly below me. 

I grabbed one of the stones, which was satisfyingly heavy. Then I threw it at his head, which was satisfyingly in range. 

I ducked back as he let out a howl of pain. 

“Burn it. Now!” He said with renewed anger. 

I chucked another rock at his head. Again, he shouted, this time pulling away from the tree. 

“Burn it and you’ll get a few rather large lumps on your head, and I’ll still escape.” I said to the figure at the bottom of the tree. He ignored me. 

Down dropped another stone. Up came another shout. Onto the tree flew the sparks. Then the tree ignited. 

I didn’t expect the fire to spread as fast as it did, but within moments it was feet from me. The flames engulfed me. I glanced one last time into the dark, angry eyes of the man below, then, surprisingly without pain, drifted into unconsciousness. 

***

The fire raged, and the door stood unharmed. Warily, I walked around it. Once again, nothing. The dream, each time ending the same way, no matter what I did to alter it, had haunted me for weeks. 

But today was not a dream. Today, I was awake. I knew, because the lump on my head from walking into a doorframe earlier that day still throbbed. In the dream I could never feel pain. I had finally found the door, the one that I had dreamed about for weeks. 

Did I have anything to stay in Australia for? No. Did I want to go through it? Not particularly. Did I know what I would find, now that I was finally awake? I hoped it wasn’t the same as the dream. 

Despite the fear that had settled in my stomach, I took a deep breath and pulled it open. The scent of the forest filled my lungs. The purple trees greeted me. The sun and its twin seemed to smile encouragingly at me. At for reasons that I would not understand for a long time, I stepped through the door, into the world on the other side. 

One day, a long time from now, I would understand the reason why I did it. One day, my great-grandchildren would hear stories about the strange land on the other side. One day, I would be accepted. One day, I would be a legend.

Third Place Goes to... Victoria Marinov

“Please Agnes, couldn't you just try?”

Agnes frowned at the Mars wasteland outside the window before turning to her friend.

“Carl, just because I'm a princess doesn't mean--”

“It's not that you're a princess. You're Moriah's friend and she'll listen to you.”

“I was her friend,” Agnes corrected. “And that was a long time ago.” She sighed. Her return to Mars just had to be marred with this. Not that she had anything against Carl. He was a good friend, but he had been desperate to win that contest. Now he was asking the impossible of her.

“What happened that you're not friends anymore?”

“Does it matter?”

“Excuse me, your highness.” the footman had come in. “Your cousins are here--” he could not finish his sentence, for two brown-haired children rushed into the sitting room. 

“Ness!” the little girl exclaimed and attempted to climb up the princess, while the boy grasped onto her arms. “Tell us all about Earth!”

“Yeah, and what were the streets without covers like?”

“And the ocean? Did you go to the ocean?”

With a laugh Agnes assured them that she would tell them everything about Earth. She cast an apologetic look at Carl.

“I'll think about it,” she said quietly. 

He shrugged and went out. 

Agnes and her two cousins sat down on the couch and she told them all about Holland and England and the open-air streets. The younger ones were especially enthralled by the descriptions of the birds that flew freely in the air. On her phone Agnes showed them pictures of the beach, and gave them seashells she had collected. 

However through all this time, behind her facade, thoughts and phrases whirred in her head. Carl's concerned voice – I'm pretty sure there was a judging fraud – my family needs the money – I worked so hard – you were friends with Moriah Jenkins – can't you ask her to investigate it? – However it was the emotions from so long ago which jabbed pain in Princess Agnes' heart. How could you – it' not my fault – you're not my friend anymore.

These emotions and words and many more swirled in Agnes' head, and the storm inside swelled when her cousins left. She stood at the large window, and looked out at the Mars landscape over which sunset was falling.

It was so ugly compared to Earth. On earth there was green – there was life. Birds flew, and the sky wasn't a hazy pink, but a brilliant blue. One could actually go outside and feel the grass, hear the birds, and smell the flowers. Biologists at the laboratories where still working hard, trying to find a way for plants to grow on the red Martian soil – they were trying to introduce the beauty here – but they couldn't. Agnes missed the beauty back on Earth.

She also missed the beauty which had been in her heart until Carl reminded her of Moriah Jenkins. Now Agnes' heart felt like Mars. Ugly, scarred, and unyielding to the beauty which others were trying to plant in it. 

It had not been her fault. It was Moriah's jealously. That was what Agnes told herself. But what if it was her own fault?

Agnes sat by the window for hours, thinking. Finally she stood up and called for her bodyguard.

“I need to go to the technological institute tomorrow,” she said.

~

Behind her the noise of beeping machines and drones sounded as Agnes stood in front of the office door. She swallowed. I do it or I don't. She lifted her hand and forced it against the beeper. For Carl. I'll do it for him. A bidding to enter sounded from inside, so Agnes opened the door and stepped into her ex-friend's office. 

Moriah's back was turned away from the door, and Agnes marveled at the raven-black waves falling down the young woman's back. Moriah had always been the pretty one, and yet always the pariah. 

“I'll be with you in a moment --” Moriah turned around and her gaze widened into amazement when she saw Agnes standing at the door. However she quickly recovered.

“Ness – Princess,” she said. “What do you want?”

“I've come here on behalf of a friend of mine,” crookedly answered Agnes.

“Oh?”

“He was in one of the contests you organized.”

“Which one?”

“Um, I think it was the mail delivery drone-building one.”

“Concept design?”

“Ja.”

Moriah shuffled through some papers. “And what does your friend want?”

“He says there was a judging fraud.”

“Does he have proof?”

“Some, I believe. He really wants to win.” Agnes added hopefully. In truth, she was surprised at how smoothly their conversation was going.

“And why is he so desperate to win?”

“His sister can't walk and his family needs money to go to Earth for surgery.”

“Well, that changes things. What's his name?”

“Carl Lauwens.”

“Very well, I will contact him about it.”

Moriah didn't seem eager to continue talking, so Agnes turned to the door. However her heart beat rapidly with nervousness. She wished she had forgotten the other reason she had come here.

“Moriah? I – nothing, never mind.”

“Ness.” Moriah's sharp voice brought back memories – painful memories. “What is it?”

Agnes turned around, trying to bring herself to do what she wanted to. “Will – will you forgive me? For what happened?” she broke down weakly. 

Moriah's face did not change. “I already have,” she finally said.

“You – you have?”

“I realized that it really wasn't your fault. George would've died anyway.”

Finally after a silence Agnes couldn't hold it any longer and threw her arms around her once-friend. She finally unattached herself and left without a word, for she was crying.

~

“Congratulations, Carl!” Henri, Agnes' brother, said.

Carl was grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks.”

“Your highness.” Agnes turned to the footman. “A Miss Moriah Jenkins to see you.”

“Let her in.”

Moriah entered the sitting room, accompanied by two other assistants. She smiled at everyone's greetings and offered Carl congratulations.

“Thank you for bringing that judging fraud to my attention. Also one of the groups at the institute are considering building your design,” she added. “And I can fund you so you can get a patent.”

“They are? You can?” Carl's eyes shone with excitement.

Moriah laughed. A strained laugh, but a lovely thing nevertheless. “When are you leaving for Earth?” she inquired.

“Next month,” said Carl. “I'm really excited.”

After smiling at him, Moriah turned to Agnes, who had been standing quietly to the side, and said,

“I'm having a small party thing for my birthday on Thursday – would you like to come?”

Agnes opened her mouth, but no words came out. “Well – I – I – I would love to,” she finally said.

“Alright then. Come at three o'clock. You remember where I live?”

“Yes, I do.” Agnes said with a smile.

When everyone had left, Agnes went and sat at the window. Her thoughts whirled with joy and confusion and hope and beauty. There was a certain freedom inside her – a freedom she had not felt for – ever since her friendship with Moriah had been broken because of the accident. Her soul and heart danced in the sunshine of her emotion.

“It's rather ugly; isn't it?” Her brother had sat down by her. He gazed out onto the bare Mars landscape. A weak haboob had passed by earlier, and clouds of dust had settled in the air. Far off to the horizon Agnes could just make out the last rays of the sun setting behind the western mesas. 

Thank you to everyone who partisapated!!

-Mikayla-

April Contest

Hi everyone. I can't believe it is already April! This is my last month of school until I will be cramming for tests... and then..... wait for it.... SUMMER!!!!! We will be giving away a copy of Orphan's Song to the winner and posting their story, along with second and third place on the blog!

This month we are going to do a different type of contest. I am going to give you the genre and a few other ideas and then you can choose one and fly with it in any way you like! Your story can be any length you would like (within reason;).

Choose one from each category:

Genre:
Science Fiction
Action
Historical Fiction
Comedy
Fantasy
Mystery

Main Character:
Outcast
Royalty
A race other than human (fictional)
Under age 10 or over age 50
Twin
Super Smart

Location:
Australia
Antarctica
Indian Ocean
Mars
Great Britain
Kayoklutosni (random made up place;)

Word to include (you may have to look up the definitions:) :
Amphibian
Baseball
Cafard
Gabby
Haboob

When you are done please email your short stories to futurehomeschoolauthors@gmail.com. Enjoy! I think it shall be quite fun to read these entries!

Contest Results

Hello everyone, I'm here to announce the winner of Radialloy by J.Grace Pennington! =D

And the winner is..... Mikayla L!!! Congratulations!!

Here is her entry;

Greed. It was always there. I just wished that it didn’t have to come out like this.

“Griselda, please! Help me!” Sukie called, her dirty face streaked with tears. I took one glance between the girl and the pouch of money.

“Sorry, Sukie.” I smiled grimly, the pinch of guilt I felt quickly fading, “But we can’t have everything we want, can we?” 

This monster, called greed, ever present in my life, had reared its ugly head, and Sukie was paying the price. 

I looked the young girl, the girl who had journeyed with me through thick and thin, in the eyes. 

“Griselda! Griselda, don’t leave me here to die.” The young girl begged. 

Once again, I pulled my gaze away from her, to the two fat guards holding her. “Do your job right, and make sure she is delivered to Lord André immediately.” 

“Aye, girl, we will.” The guard, Red, said, pulling Sukie to her feet. He spat a glob of tobacco onto the cobblestone path. Disgusting. I thought, as he and his companion turned to go, dragging the frail child after them.

“Wait.” I called out. As they stopped, I bit my tongue. I had what I wanted. I was a bounty hunter; this was what I did for a living. Why show pity now, after delivering hundreds of others without question? 

“What does your master want with the girl?” I asked, feigning boredom. If they thought I really cared, they would never tell me. 

The first guard, Blake, who’s head greatly resembled a tomato, smirked, “Her family has a good position in a town called Cery. His lordship needs leverage to help her father see eye to eye with Lord André… say, why do you care? You got your money, now be gone.” It had suddenly dawned upon the oaf that he shouldn’t give away the plan of his master.

“Sorry, just asking out of curiosity.” I said, turning and starting down the path. 

“Griselda!” I heard Sukie cry, her gentle voice breaking. 

It had been the first time since I began my work as a bounty hunter that I had ever worked to gain the targets trust, and an unfamiliar feeling tugged at me. 

Pity? No way. I was beyond that. Or so I thought.

My mind whirled, as I looked between the tall trees of the surrounding forest and the fast pace of the guards, their massive forms dragging the weak, frail one behind them. 

An idea was beginning to form. Maybe I could have everything I wanted. 

Tying the satchel of money to my belt loop, I started to the woods. Following at a safe distance, planning my move, and wishing that I had just left Sukie and gone home to my cabin, I kept a steady pace. For nearly two hours this went on, and I waited patiently for my chance, watching the tension leaving the guards. We were nearing Mireworth, though, so I knew I didn’t have much time left.

“Come on, girl!” Red shouted, pulling her wrist hard enough that she fell to the ground, her knee smacking against the stone. Sukie cried out in pain, and anger raced through me. They would pay for that. 

I wondered why I cared. Maybe it was Sukie’s sweet nature, her innocence, her willingness to trust anyone who praised her. Somehow, though, I knew that there was no way I would let Sukie be treated poorly by anyone. Unless, of course, it was me, the one who betrayed her. I winced at the thought.

Sukie struggled to her feet, and I readied myself to act, pulling my dagger from my belt.

“You know, boys, I changed my mind.” I said, leaving the cover of the forest and sauntering up to the two guards. They whirled about, and the poor girl was swung about with them. “See, Sukie and me, we understand each other. You can hand her over, or pay with your lives. I suggest you do the first.” 

Red tightened his grip on Sukie’s arm, causing her to cry out in pain. Blake dropped her other arm, pulling his sword from his belt. “You mean to fight me with only a dagger?” He chortled. 

“Let’s see, now. Fat, overconfident, and easily irritated… yeah, I think I can take you.” I said, pretending to size him up. A grin broke out on my face as his face turned a shade darker, reminding me more than ever of a tomato. He leapt at me, swinging his sword recklessly. I ducked under one blow, then pushed my dagger forward, cutting his wrist. He cried out, plunging his sword forward.

I jumped over the blade, but pain raced through my leg as it grazed my thigh. “Nasty little thing, aren’t you?” I said, spinning around to deliver a solid kick to his stomach. He fell backwards, and I held my dagger to his throat as I looked at his comrade. 

“Release the girl.” I demanded. 

“Fine, then, but you’ll pay, girl! I swear, I will make you pay!” Red snarled, releasing Sukie, who ran to my arms. I awkwardly patted her back, pulling my dagger from the thug’s throat. Then I grabbed her and broke into a sprint towards our freedom. 

I guess, sometimes, if you want it badly enough, you can fight for everything you want. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll get it all. And what’s better than that? 

Second place goes to.. John Newton!!! 

His Entry:

        The cell was almost completely dark. Only a small square hole was cut into the wrought iron door on the far wall.  I couldn't see anything through the window from my very uncomfortable position on the floor opposite the door where my wrists were chained. My head was still throbbing from the bump on my head I received when the jailer pushed me into the cell. I didn't see the low doorway and before I knew it my head smacked stone. It was my own fault, like it was my fault that we got caught. I can't believe I was so foolish. It was a simple reconnaissance mission.  My orders were to investigate the increased troop build up on our border with Redelia. Redelia has always been looking for a reason to invade and possibly conquer Codera. Contrary to my orders, I thought that while we were here, we could try to steal some documents. I completely underestimated their security. I didn't think about the possible consequences. I didn't even have an exit strategy. Now we're in a Redelian dungeon.

        I don't know where my men were. They separated us once they brought to this border garrison. Since I ordered the surrender when they cornered us on the edge of the cliff instead of trying to fight four dozen men with  five- six including me, they were all pretty demoralized. I couldn't really blame them. They all looked to me to lead them and I failed them. I was so concerned with being a hero that I compromised the safety of my men and the mission. Now my pride and over-confidence will probably lead to all of us being killed. The Redelians don't take to kindly to foreign spies and thieves, even suspected ones. Because I disobeyed orders, I can't count on any rescue. My superiors probably don't even know where we are.

        I thought we might have a chance of getting out as long as they don't realize that we are Rangers of Codera, their arch-enemy, and they believe our cover story that we are bounty hunters. If they don't believe that we are just bounty hunters, even if we don't escape, Redelia might not find out that we are from Codera and therefore not retaliate, which could result in war. If they did, it would be all my fault.

        I looked up as keys jangled in lock and the door swung open on its rusty hinges. The shadows of the jailer and several guards fell onto the floor as they stood in the doorway. One guard held a torch that cast an eerie light onto his and his comrades' faces.

Thank you all for partisapating! 

-M.H.-

Book Review Radialloy

 I am so glad to have found Christian Sci-Fi!  I  received a copy of Radialloy in exchange for my honest review. So here it is!

A little about the book:

"The year is 2320. Andi Lloyd is content with her life as the assistant to her adoptive father, a starship doctor, but her secure world turns upside down when she begins uncovering secrets from her past. When her father mysteriously starts losing his mind, she finds that she can no longer count on him to guide or help her. With mutiny breaking out on the ship, and two factions desperate for a valuable secret she holds, she must race to help her father and herself before time runs out."

What I enjoyed:

 I have wanted to read Sci-Fi for a long time, but most of it has magic. I was so grateful to finally find a truly Christian Science Fiction book!

It is always enjoyable to have a girl and boy adventure, and have them depend on each other, but most books take it too far. They make this adventure into a romance. I was relieved to find out that Andi was able to foster adventure and relationship making I thought it was brilliant how J. Grace made this brotherly love come about in a most unexpected way.

I read most of this book between the hours of 10 p.m. and 2 a.m two nights in a row. I fell asleep reading it and had to finish the last chapter the next morning. Needless to say, Radialloy has a gripping storyline.

I love how J. Grace was able to have her characters be drawn closer to God through the story, and keep Him a big part of the story, while not feeling like you are reading a theology book. Don't get me wrong, books on theology are great too, but sometimes you just want to read a thrilling novel!

This is a story about friendship. It is about trust, letting go of your worries, and giving them over to Christ. It is about loyalty and betrayal. It is about secrets and the finding of truth. It is about a girl with a rare disease, that will not give up.

What I didn't like as much:
I always really try to be honest about this so readers won't be surprised by some unpleasant part of the book, and so my opinion is valid. Nonetheless, there is nothing questionable! :)

Who I'd recommend this book to:

Pre-Teens to Young Adults would enjoy this book most. I, at 14, enjoyed it immensely and can't wait to read the second book, "In His Image."
     

A bit about the Author:

"Being an author helps me have a better appreciation for His care. As an author, you take delight in planning every little detail of your characters' lives, you can't wait to give them wonderful gifts, you are saddened to take them through the valley, but you know you have to to give them something more beautiful."

J. Grace Pennington is an author, daughter, sister and Christian. She loves the wind on her face, her family, to be alone and listen to beautiful music.  She loves good stories and horses and looking up at the stars.  

You can also see this review on Amazon and Goodreads!

March Contest

Hello everyone! I'm sure you are wondering where the March Contest is... I am sorry I didn't get it out last week. But here it is anyways! This month we will be giving away a copy of Radialloy to the winner!

In lots of classic literature the main character has one "tragic flaw". They are a hero, capable of great things, except they are prideful. Or they are brilliant only they were born a peasant. Please write a short story between 300 and 900 words in which your main character has a "tragic flaw" that will either lead to their success of demise.

Please submit these to futurehomeschoolauthors@gmail.com by March 25, when you can see a review of the book you will have a chance of winning! Results will be published on the March 31. First place wins a copy of Radialloy and gets posted on the blog along with second and third place!

Resistance Book Review

Today I will be reviewing Resistance, by Jaye L. Knight! First of all let me apologize for the time it has taken me to get this review up. My school has been really heavy and I haven't been able to find a lot of pleasure reading time. Nonetheless this book was well worth the wait!

A little about the book:

" 'Don’t you know? Animals like you have no soul.' 

Could God ever love a half-blood all of society looks upon with such fear and disdain? Jace once believed so, but when a tragic loss shatters the only peace he’s ever known, his faith crumbles as the nagging doubts he’s tried to put behind him descend on his grieving heart. With them come the haunting memories of the bloodstained past he longs to forget, but can never escape. 

Taken from home at a young age and raised to serve the emperor, Kyrin Altair lives every day under a dangerous pretense of loyalty. After her unique observation skills and perfect memory place her into direct service to the emperor, Kyrin finds herself in further jeopardy as it becomes increasingly difficult to hide her belief in Elôm, the one true God. 

Following the emperor’s declaration to enforce the worship of false gods under the penalty of death, many lives are endangered. But there are those willing to risk everything to take a stand and offer aid to the persecuted. With their lives traveling paths they never could have imagined, Jace and Kyrin must fight to overcome their own fears and conflicts with society as they become part of the resistance."

What I enjoyed:

  Okay, I literally fell in love with the characters. All of them. They were so wonderfully developed and I found myself.

I could relate to so many experiences. I think Jaye L. Knight does a wonderful job of making her characters and what they have to go through relatable to the everyday reader, yet also very extraordinary.

This told the story of a persecuted people. It is centered around the one true God, standing up for Him, and standing up for what is right, no matter what the personal cost is. 

I really enjoyed how Knight described and had her characters experience true love. The Bible says in John 15:3, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." Knight's characters encapsulate this love amazingly. 

Not only did I enjoy reading this book for pleasure, but it inspired me spiritually and in my everyday life to live it for the Glory of the one true King.

Jace was one of my favorite characters! His struggle with his Ryrik blood and wondering if he really had a soul was skillfully written. I was always on the edge of my seat wondering what he would do. It literally hurt me to see the way people treated him without even getting to know his true nature.

What I didn't like as much:

I am a little worried there will be romance in the future and I won't be able to read future books, but other than that I have nothing negative!

Oh another complaint is that THE BOOK DID NOT GO ON FOREVER!!!!

Who I'd recommend this book to:
I think this book is perfect for older pre-teens through young adults. There is some violence, and a few torture scenes but nothing too gruesome and Elom always intervenes at just the right time.

A bit about the Author:

"Jaye L. Knight is a 25 year old independent author with a passion for writing Christian fantasy and clean NA fiction. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God's love shines as a light to offer hope.

Jaye is a homeschool graduate and has been penning stories since the age of eight. She was previously published as Molly Evangeline."

You can also see this review on Amazon and Goodreads!