Volkswagen

I got one! Volkswagen's are pretty nice cars I'd say, yes, I know they aren't the best, but hey, I take what I can get. My dad was working on it. I mean it literally, on it. I should probably say that I got a piece of it. Make that, a really small piece, but hey, I take what I can get. You will be glad to see I got pictures of my Volkswagen piece.









( Coin shown for size comparison.)

In case any of you look upon this seemingly minuscule piece of broken plastic with contempt, let me inform you of it's prestigious greatness. Not only is this piece of finely crafted plastic molded with an infinite amount of superb care, but it is also property of the notable and highly esteemed Volkswagen company. As Volkswagen after many long years has built a high reputation in the car industry, they would not dash their renowned class by buying a cheaply built crate. That is what this piece is from. (I sneakily got pictures of it on my brothers old cellphone.)

You can see in the top picture where I got my piece of this work of art. Now why I said sneakily was because me and my dad were in a warehouse with workers all about who might be suspicious of me taking pictures of a plastic crate.( It was a ceiling furnace we were working on and they lifted my dad up in the crate with that green forklift. Pretty neat I thought.) You now may be screaming with wonder on why I called it a Volkswagen. Well, I'll let you in on a little privy secret known exclusively to me (And other people who also know): On the bottom side of the crate was a small metal plaque which said Property of Volkswagen blah bla blah. So you see, I have a piece of something that is the property of Volkswagen, but hey, I take what I can get.

The Children of Light

Part 6

Arkhay again ran through the main hall again back to the front door. He swung it open only to reveal a vivid black night. Bravely he stepped onto the first step not unlike the feeling of a castaway suddenly feeling the lurch of the crate wherein he is hiding as it is thrown into the sea. The urge suddenly came to shut the door and brace it with all his weight, he resisted unfalteringly. Instead he reached back grabbing one of the torches that lined the main wall and set out confidently to find his mother. Knowing that if his mother was scared she might unknowingly run out of doors on this clouded moonless night without a candle she would fall into the Shadow of Death, as the cook had. He ran back to the gatekeep, Olam, who was sitting at the fireplace trying to keep warm while carving on a piece of maple wood.

my day

Ha! I didn't have one. You were thinking you would hear a great story of my day, but you can't because I didn't have one. When you read my heading or "Title" as "They" call it you were expecting some sort of story boring or otherwise explaining what has happened in my day, like something stupid: I went to the zoo today! I got to feed the lions! Myself! I am currently in the Hospital bed with all sorts of interesting tubes stuck in me! This is very educational! I'm not going to write about my day anything like that, because I didn't have one. Now you are all wondering how I could have not a day. Well, I'll tell you: because this has not been my day. This day hasn't been especially bad or anything, it's just that I don't think it was mine to start with. Because its God's day, really. Whether I liked it or not doesn't really matter. It does matter if He likes it. And I'm sure he likes it when we fear him and do what he says.
LETS MAKE GODS DAY!

A new day has begun(meaning I writing this the next day). I still refuse to tell you what I did today. I will give you a little hint of what I did today: not much. And this is what I didn't do today: a lot.

I've got a simple riddle for you(If you get it wrong that mean your not simple). How many "9's" are there between the numbers 1 and 100 (Fractions and decimals aren't counted.)

The answer isn't ten it isn't even eleven. The answer is at the bottom of the post.

See you later all you bodies.

The Children of Light

Part 5

Into the Cook’s Kitchen he ran, this kitchen was little used, for the newly built Main Kitchen that was an outbuilding of itself, was customarily used. Rapidly looking around he saw no one. He turned to leave, but he saw something between the polished hanging pans. It was a cook sleeping over a table in the far corner of the room, his paring knife in hand. Arkhay ran to him yelling at him to wake up. The cook made no movement. Shaking him without avail, Arkhay ran to the door of the kitchen screaming for a servant to help. None came. They’re all busy preparing the feast in honor of Aggellos. Arkhay tried to think. He listened to the cook, but heard no breath. Instead he pulled the cooks head back up from were it had fallen on the table. There was no stain of life upon the knife’s blade he fallen. He tried it another way. He reach for one of the shiny pans off the hook and placed it in front of the cook’s mouth, his breath left no staining vapour. He tried the last analysis, he lifted the cooks eyelids. They were sparkling with life, bright as the sun on a spring day. It was as Arkhay expected.

There are 20 nines (9,19,29,39,49,59,69,79,89,90,91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98,99.)