Saturday, June 24, 2017

Half story-Fantasy: What??

I first wrote this story maybe three years ago. I revised it once or twice over those years and again today. The whole thing was about 4,500 words which I thought was too long when I posted it online so I split it almost in half. I added descriptive words and some sentences that make it read clearer. I also deleted some but it still has more words than when I started.
I did this story and placed it on what on Google Plus is called #saturdayscenes (June 24).

It is one of my favorites among my stories and I am thinking of doing more stories about Donna. While I was revising I could see why it was rejected by editors. Now it will read better and hopefully be more enjoyable. I wouldn’t mind if someone said they enjoyed it-hint hint. :) Or why they didn’t.
The second half next week. This section is 2,295 words long.

Donna Elkshorn watched as the irate dragon landed with a minimum movement of its wings. Still each beat could be heard many yards away. Her feet, hands and face almost frozen but they would expect her not to care about that, or be able to warm herself. The flat rock they used for dragon landings seemed much smaller once its claws touched the hard surface. The claws scrapped the rock to express anger. She stood her ground though and glared back as it would expect.
It said, “You want me to do what?”
Even over the sounds of grinding rocks and the stink of hot metal and brunt meat, she had smelled a lava river when it landed now it stunk like a blacksmith’s forge, she heard the anger.
The dragon’s gray green tail fell to the ground before curling around its hindquarters, like a trained snake. The dragon’s long neck moved with a sinuous grace. The head with its mouth full of teeth as long as her arms moved closer. The beast settled on its hunches, stared down at her. Again she wondered if she would survive, this was her most scariest assignment by far-for more than one reason. This dragon wasn’t even the worst.
She knew she appeared to be a lone female human who wore a black robe and a unique corset and nothing else as required by the wizard school she had infiltrated. It knew what the robe meant.
Still she controlled her dismay and glare with what she hoped was a haughty expression, even as its breath blow her robe open and tried to knock the cowl off her head. However she had used magic to keep it up so her red hair-the one physical feature that would show she wasn’t a native-would not show. If it did she would have to fight her way through the students and teachers. She would flunk that test.
The school with its four old, two story buildings and one brand new three story, all made of nearby rock sat a third of a mile down from the landing area. Only one fireplace each building though, in the common room, for the wizards-to-be needed to learn how to make warmth and coolness. Do it or freeze was only one of the hard lessons. Again she knew gladness that she hadn’t been taught here. One dirt path led up here, but it had been used so many times that its surface lay a half foot below the rest of the ground level.
Her attention got back to the gray and dirt colored great beast which resembled a living mountain, even its long jaws looked like rocks bunch together. The dragon’s eyes, as large as bucklers, opened all the way.
It repeated itself-probably thought she had taken too long to respond, “You want me to do what!”
A stronger blast of air blew her full length black cape open again. Her body, unclothed except for the corset like garment, was exposed to anyone who might be watching. She hated wearing just the honor belt and the cape, but she had to keep up appearances. The dragon didn’t care what she wore, or revealed to the world, but there were men in the nearby fortress-school that would. She was glad that she had used a small Power word to make sure her hood kept her short cropped red hair from showing.
Donna hoped no one from the school was spying on her, as she fought the impulse to quickly reclose the cape around her. That action would reveal, to any one looking her way, that something wasn’t right. She would be able to sense if anyone was using Power to spy on her, but not if they were using ordinary means like a telescope.
She almost shook her head, when for half a second, she thought about what her fiancĂ© would say about her outfit, and that she was wearing it around other men. Normally she wouldn’t wear something like that even around him. Once she was done here she could head back to her room and get dressed in her usual attire. That would include her Power charm bracelet, rings and the necklace of opals and amethyst he had given her. She felt naked, well even more naked than she was, without her bracelet and the specialized charms on it. They offered her protection, as well the ability to attack, if anything happened with the students at the school. The dragon would be able to bite its way through even her strongest shield, but it would slow him down enough for her to run... she hoped.
On the other hand, she thought, it might be good if I had to depend on my own abilities without enhancements. I don’t want to get too dependent on my charms, even if I did make most of them.
While she was thinking she had been raising her head to look the dragon in the eye. Not something she wanted to do, but the type of person she was impersonating would do it without hesitating. Their ego would not permit them to think a dragon, even one this size, would disobey them.
Crossing her arms, Donna tried to sound haughty and upset for she was repeating her request. She had already stated it when she had called the dragon, while he was flying overhead.
“I want you to go the Crag volcano to retrieve some dragon bones.”
Donna pointed to a very tiny smudge in the distance. The air was very clear up at this height. The Crag volcano, however, could only be seen as a very tiny line and only by those with the best eyes. Actually as small as it looked, the distance was deceptive. It would take the dragon three days to fly to the volcano, and he would have to cross another dragon’s territory to get to it.
She finished by adding, “You can survive a lava bath, can’t you?”
The dragon’s great head jerked backwards.
“Of course I can survive a dip in lava. I am a dragon! I just came from a lava mud bath. It was most refreshing, while this conversation is not.”
She wanted to back off from the hot, metallic breath and anger. At the same time she stopped her hand from moving, on its own, to where her bracelet usually encircled her wrist. Neither action would help her deal with the dragon. She hoped that the little tweak on his ego might push him to do what she wanted.
“Good, so you won’t mind finding a cave that may be under the lava,” she said.
“If its there, I will find it.”
She nodded than said, “We were told that there are dragon bones in the cave.”
That was a mistake to say we, she thought, but at the same time the dragon probably wouldn’t care if it was just her, or a group.
“I want you to bring them to me, I have need of them.”
The dragon looked at her for a moment, eyes narrowing and making a noise that to her sounded like a short growl. Dragons didn’t usually like to give up the bones of another dragon, they ate them instead. This one was probably wondering what she needed the bones for. You could get magic from dragon bones if you knew how. You could take so much that it would destroy the bones. That was an insult to dragons.
“How should I bring them?” as it glanced at his claws.
“I don’t care, it is not my responsibility to figure out how you should do what you are told.”
He made that sound again and said, “If they are there I will bring them.”
“If they have survived the immersion in the lava, since the volcano erupted, they will be there.”
“They will have survived... if they are the bones of a dragon.”
“They are, however it’s greatly possible that the lava has
gone down, in that case the cave will be revealed. I could have gone to them, if that is the case, but it would take too long for me to get there and to get back with the bones.”
She added, they are near the southern slope of the volcano and I want you to bring them to me in a clearing sixty-eight miles, that way,” She pointed into a northern direction, “I will be there with a wagon.”
After a pause she added, “There may be humans...”
She said humans her with a sneer, as if humans were contemptible, even though she obviously she was human. “moving through a pass very close to the volcano. They will be a large group with wagons and such. If they were to attack you, I wouldn’t care what you might do in response.”
The beast shifted its weight and showed a dragon smile-its mouth open wide enough to show all of its teeth. He probably considered that statement as a reward, that he would get to eat and destroy a bunch of humans. He would do it, Donna thought, even though she had added the stipulation that they needed to attack him first. More than likely he would make sure they attacked first. In this case though she didn’t care who fired the first shot.
After another glance at her, his head and neck arrowed upward. Once his head was at it’s furthest, he leapt into the sky. Raising to the pinnacle of his leap, his wings unfolded in one smooth motion. He started flapping them, gaining altitude, soon he was gone.
Pulling her cape around her after it was almost blown off again, Donna thought, he did that on purpose. At least there’s not much dust to be blown in my face.
After she made double sure it wouldn’t fall open Donna turned and slowly, with her head held hight, walked back to the Fortress that was a school for the other side. A strong breeze hit her but for a few seconds it was welcomed because of the heat of the dragon.
The building she headed for was a large L shape with sleeping rooms on the second, along with rooms for eating and meetings on each floor. The first level had class rooms, offices and a large dining area for entertaining important visitors. This building had green streaks and a few small spots of brown along with its gray color which made it blend in with the local rock.
The wind made noises up here but some of it could be dragons miles away. On the way back to school she mused on how the dragon first reacted to her request. She had presented it in a way that would get his attention, as he was flying over head. His reaction and his question had been word for word what hers had been when her mentor came to her with the idea of masquerading as a student of dark Power at their not so well known school which was out of the way near dragon territory. He explained that she would be a higher ranked student, one that was on their own and able to come and go as they wanted to from the school. All she would have to do was show up, give the right passwords with a display of her Powers, and she would be given a room for as long as she wanted it. Of course he hadn’t had to mention that she would have to wear just a robe and a wide belt of rank while she was at the school. She knew that already from her studies. He hadn’t had to tell her the rest either, but obviously he had felt the need to remind her. Nor had he needed to say that someone may decide to request her aid in practice of another type. She hoped that wouldn’t happen, but she knew some tricks to make them think she was more powerful than she was.
She ended the downward slope and hit the more or less level path to the buildings. Lunch was cooking and she knew a refuse pit on the other side of the School would have to be covered and a new one dug soon. A lesson for first year students maybe? Even as she watched her step for the rocks on the path and places dipped, she thought and decided that she didn’t know why both male and female students dressed like this. She supposed it was a symbol of their attention to their studies, that nothing would be able to distract them and a symbol that nothing but magic would control them. Then again it might be to allow the male teachers and soldiers to ogle the girls and the female teachers and few female soldiers to ogle the boys. She shrugged her shoulders thinking that the first guess was probably closest.
Free to think of other things, her mind again returned to when she was given this assignment. When she saw her mentor in the door of her house, she knew he wasn’t there for a social visit. He had come sometimes for a social call but by his expression not this time. And she knew it was something she wasn’t going to like. She thought something had happened to her fiancĂ© or her parents or she had failed somehow. Donna hadn’t expected him to suggest that she come here. That had sent her emotions on a wild dragon ride.
He had said, “I need you to do something. You’re not going to like it, but you’re the only one that can pull it off to save our land.”

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

A Birthday sale on all of my E-books

I am having a Birthday sale this week and next on all three of my E-books. There are paper versions available but sadly to say they are not on sale. Great for summer reading and beyond. Good tales with action packed writing My Tommmy Tuckernocker book is included in this one since all of my books are on sale for my birthday coming up.

Two books about a young woman with a unique ability These are Urban Fantasy along the lines of Laura Anne Gilman, Jim Butcher, Benedict Jacka and C. E. Murphy.
NA wants to help people even as she deals with her own emotional issues and baggage. All of this while she is trying to pay her bills and play her drums. In these two adventures she ends up over her head while she tries to find answers to why bad things are happening and people are in danger. There are mythical beasts: griffins, unicorn, trolls, fairies, human attackers, and other dangers all in modern day Boulder. E-book $2.99

One action packed book about a young man in charge of a special military unit set in a steampunk world:
Tommy Tuckernocker is a young man in charge of a special unit charged with protecting his country from those who would take it over in war. Even as he learns how to lead men and women, and while he deals with his growing doubts.
E-book $1.99

There are available on all major E-books sites such as iTunes and Kobo but here are the links to Amazon and Barnes and Noble.…

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Father's Day sale on a great fun read

A new announcement

My Steampunk special Ops combo is on sale for Father's Day. Tommy Tuckernocker: Shadow Warrior:
An exciting tale of a young officer in charge of a special unit dedicated to keeping his country free. If your dad, or anyone else, likes action packed war books and E-books this is for them. $1.99 for the E-book and if they like a solid book- $11.99 for the paper version, but order it now. The E-book sale price will be that low until Father's Day, in case you need something last minute.

Review by follow writer Christian Freed:
"While I don't profess to any knowledge of the steam punk genre I immediately felt comfortable after only a few pages of jumping into Louis Doggett's Tommy Tuckerknocker. Being a former soldier myself, I easily followed the flow and pacing of the story as Tommy took his team through a series of life and death situations that were not only action packed, but realistic in terms of how they play out. This book was not only enjoyable, but easily read. I found myself at the end much faster than I was prepared for. Kudos to Mr. Doggett for writing an enjoyable tale."

It can be found at iTunes and Kobo as well as At…

Sunday, May 14, 2017

A sale on two of my E-books-both fun to read gifts Great price Very good tales.

        A series of birthdays are coming up, as well as graduation. A good gift for either are books one and two of my Vibration universe series. Both E-books are now on sale for $2.99 each. From May 15th to May 19th. Great deals for good, fun reads, with excitement suspense and action. 
      NA, a young woman with a special ability to manipulate the very basic Vibrations that make up matter, helps those who need it. But now she is over her head-twice-and must face a griffin, zombies, wizard traps, while trying to figure out who is harming others with the same ability and stopping his plans to kill more, starting with her. In the second books she goes up against a unicorn, half orcs, a lost bridge Troll and other dangers, while trying to understand who is changing the weather in Boulder Col and calling dozens of new mythos, some of which are hungry. In the end she has to face something worse than all of that, something easily able to kill her and her friends.  

Amazon and Barnes & Noble online have the paper versions too but those are not on sale even though both might discount them. 

Both books can be found at Amazon, Barnes and Noble online, Kobo, iTunes and other sites. 

Here are links for Amazon and Barnes and Noble online. 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Four Free Fun Flash Science Fiction tales

Posted May 13 Happy Mother’s Day to those who are. You deserve a day-at least. Hmm, maybe I should have had a mother’s day story but I am not sure I have any. The last story here could be one though, come to think of it.

Again I decided to do some flash tales, four Science Fiction this time. These were originally posted on Google Plus in one of either two places. I have revised them once. 

Each one was inspired by a picture. I tried to describe the scene in the picture, so you can see it in the setting even though you won’t be able to see the pic itself. With one exception. The third one or the TRAPPIST-1 tale, was more a chart that showed the planets than a true pic. But you should be able to get the idea. Three are form one group of pics posted to inspire people and the other one is from another set. TRAPPIST-1 is a real solar system evidently recently discovered even though obviously we know it only from a great distance.

Okay Enjoy:

The Monument

There it stood, in the soil of one of Mars’ moons. The monument. With Mars framed behind it just like in the famous picture. The suit looked larger than life size even though of course it had to be just life size, but than again life size suits back then were larger than today’s.
Even from here Mars looked red and the moon gray. Tiny rocks lay here and there mixed in with the dust. But the monument looked clean. I could easily make out the CCCD below the red star. The faceplate reflected Deimos’ surface just like the pics of our astronauts on the Earth’s moon. I didn’t know if that cleanness was natural or if they had a regular maintenance schedule. There was no wind here nor were people allowed close enough to damage the suit, so it might just stay pristine on its own.
I noticed that I had begun to sweat, but it’s not because of my suit. It’s from my excitement. To be here. This is a tourist spot, lots of people come here, but at the same time it is so good to stand here.
There’s even a radio channel with all of his messages spoken in vaious translations.
We had made it first to the moon but Russia wouldn’t be outdone so they sent someone to Mars. He didn’t quite make it though. Still everyone celebrated when he landed on Deimos and walked on it, claimed it for the Soviet Union of course. The Russians still take pride in it and are still here. It started the new space race to Mars. This one ended in a tie of all things. A few Historians think the two teams of astronauts somehow planed it that way, along the way. But none of them admitted it.
I breathed in, glad my suit had a bit of mint in the air storied in its tanks and that it had better protections than his. No one knows for sure what killed him. Some historians listen to recordings of his messages and think he was in pain. Some accident injured him on the way and it was only his determination and pride that got him into the suit and onto the surface of this moon for the Soviet Union. After all his ship did have a malfunction which is why he landed here and not Mars. So there are stories, poems and songs made up of his heroism. Others think a micro meteorite punctured his suit and let his air out, which they say doesn’t downplay his determination and gut force. One of these days they may allow someone close enough to take x-rays or CT scan of him. For now though the mystery reminds. And if some have their way the reason will always be unknown.
Now there are colonies here and on Mars. Half a dozen countries are on Mars since no one could clam it. Another country was on their way here to join the others.
I take my own pictures using the lens in my helmet. There were a lot of heroes in the very long space race which is still going on even though out further. I was named after one, a great grandfather. I wanted to visit the sights were heroes, like my name sake, did their great deeds. This was my first stop. After more sight seeing and a day for rest I will head for where my grandfather died on Mars. In one way that will be a better sight, even though it will be sad and full of pathos too.



Ready for Patrol

Lt. Gary Wheelhite walked out on the armored tarmac, his black flight suit looked a bit too big for him but it was suppose to. It had room to become an emergency ETA suit.
The reddish and tan sand had covered most of the tarmac again, so it looked like just a dusty and dry sward near some tall, narrow crags. They looked almost like wind worn and scared buildings, but the real buildings were underground.
He carried his smart helmet which was against the regs. No one usually said anything though. Right now the excuse would be that they couldn’t see him through the dust thrown up by the transport landing behind his craft.
Gary sighed, another assignment where he would patrol the outer reaches of this system used as a relay for a long term freighter, transport and warrior route. He piloted a Q3-5D8 or QuThree, the most advanced warship man has made so far. Black belly with a tan, reddish, shiny blue top. But that last was deceiving. The top hull really reflected what light came its way, so it looked like what ever color surrounded it. So it now looked the same as the dust and dirt it sat atop.
Both singularity drives looked ready. Their disk like appearance under each double leveled wing showed easily. The door in the side of the hawk like nose had opened already even though he hadn’t turned in that direction yet. The ship’s AI knew where he was headed though. He had been on it enough for it to get to know him; all of his readings, so it knew who he was at 100 meters at least.
He sighed again. This would be his fourth four month patrol with just that AI as company. He was healed of his injuries and didn’t need a rest anymore. Not that QuThree was a bad personality, or fought him, it’s just that he would like a different person to talk to. The ship had VR movies, games and training, almost instantaneous communications, and a real gym, even a space to run around the inside hull, but it still felt more like a punishment. It might help if they were attacked but that hadn’t happened for over a decade.
The intense compacted, energy reflective hull was proof against all lasers, grassers, X-razers, even the rad of a close nuke. Anti-matter was a different matter but it still took a direct hit. His electronic magnetic-temporal shields made him even stronger. Even an impact at near the speed of light would barely dent it. His weapons packed enough power to go up against a battle cruiser. So far, since his injuries, though he had only fought in sims. And those were designed by Admiral Harrington to make sure he lost. She thought that made trainees work harder how to think out of the box and to figure out how not to die. Her philosophy may have saved his life during the battle for Omagron Eight.
He had been hurt badly. For the first time he had even heard of a QuThree’s weapons console blew up. They must have been feeding him enough power to lit a sun after his drives failed-also for the first time ever. The whole rear panel had disintegrated on him. QuThrees had been holed but not on that level. If his command center’s door had been open he would have been blown out. The AI had made it to an asteroid and backed into it. For two months its repair nanos had transformed the ore of the space rock into a workable patch over that whole rear panel. Not as good as the intense compacted, energy reflective hull, but it made the ship space worthy again. He had been in the med unit the whole time. He had been bleeding from half a dozen places, with internal injuries, a sliced arm almost all the way through and a dented skull, plus a couple of broken bones, ribs and more bruises than he wanted to count. Somehow he had gotten himself into to it far enough for the ship to take over. It still took a full med center three weeks to get him back to complete wholeness. His ship was ready a week later. Not only totally repaired but with updates and upgrades.
Gary turned toward the opened door. He was ready for combat again even though next time he wouldn’t take on three enemy double cruisers. Even though as he lost consciousness he had seen one Double Cruiser blow up, knew that a second was a drifting hulk. He hadn’t learned what damage the third had taken but it was significant. But never again.




I stood behind the navigator with my arms behind my back. There were four work stations in the middle of the deck, with little room between them, and four more around located along the walls. I may have looked like an old Fictional star ship captain on an old TV show or movie, but I was just bored. On this flight of my unit of Space Explorers-a step up for over achievers like me in the Boy Scouts-we didn’t have a captain. The ship only had a ten member crew with the AI comp as back up for everything. This was a class too. Our mission was to check out the TRAPPIST-1 solar system. Not that it hadn’t been checked out many times since its discovery back in 2015 and 2016. But as young Space Explorers we had things to learn.
The 40 or so light years took us forty days to cover. We don’t get the fastest ships either even though one light year a day wasn’t too bad. We had time to study, goof around and study some more. The rest of the crew didn’t goof around as much as me, but I am not a nerd only an overachiever.
So I read some of the new fiction stories-the ones about wizards on spaceships-Galactic Fantasy-were good. Once at TRAPPIST-1 we popped the temporal-matter ghost bubble and settled into a far orbit around the system. The radiation the red dwarf star puts out is dangerous any closer. Of course our ship has shields but we didn’t want to take chances. Our orbit still was close enough to allow the radiation to fry us if our shields went down but the chances increased dramatically if we got any closer.
We, I, sent out probes and used the ship’s far sensors. I man the probe launch station and a side science station. Both are at the same panel which I like. Jill and Fred had to run back and forth between stations and Hillary had three separate screens to watch.
The seven Earth-like planets, at least in size, gravity and matter were interesting. It took hours of study to find out things about the system as we acted like we were the first to be here and to study it.
On the fourth day though Harry picked up an anomaly on the third planet, one of the four in the habitable zone. Not that that meant much here with all the radiation the sun poured out. I borrowed his readouts and zeroed in on the strange patch on Three. Metal.
Metal? What?
And a power supply.
Laura’s probe zoomed in almost to the surface. A manmade something along with a ladar signal. The message was a SOS. Someone had crashed there, but had survived and needed help. The readings even there were strange though. The metal didn’t seem to correspond with any we had on record, though.
Another Space Explorer maybe? Or a one man freighter? The message didn’t say. But who ever it was, they had been able to get to the side always away from the sun. Which meant they were in shadow and mostly protected from the red sun. And their ship would give them more protection if it hadn’t been damaged too much.
I told everyone we needed to rescue him or her. But they argued that because of the radiation and the fact that he didn’t say who he was we shouldn’t. It could be a pirate trap Harry said.
I said, “Our emergency shields will hold long enough for us to get the surviver and get back out. We can do this. After all it could be a test.”
I didn’t think so but I thought that argument could influence one or two of the group.
There was still too much discussion going on, most seemed to be against it. These nerds thought up too many things that could wrong. Jill wondered, because if the strange metal, if it could be a ship from some lost colony of humans, or a new alien race.
John said, “It could be someone from an alternate dimension. The radiation here could weaken whatever separates the dimensions.”
I silently shook my head. I was the one who read Science Fiction and even though a popular novel had that idea in its plot it still surprised me he would consider it.
Finally though Mary said, “We could use the shuttle without a crew, move into Three’s shadow but stay far enough away to escape if we need to, if it was a trap or some form of interdimensional gate.”
The way she said the last I doubted she believed it. I nodded and said I could live with that.
We finally agreed and set out to make it so.
Thirteen hours later we had the surviver onboard and were homeward bound. It turned out that the strange readings came from the various forms of radiation that had affected the probe’s sensors and the outer layer of the hull of his ship. The surviver was an Intergalactic Force trainee whose ship malfunctioned at the worse possible moment



The Level

I recall a day when my mother woke me early so we could go shopping. At that time we lived on the 111th level. My mom liked the number, but when you were just two steps above what was still called dirt poor, the level didn’t matter that much. They were all the same: wide walkways with one side was an edge where you would fall if you got too close and the other side were shops. He had been taught very early on to stay away from that edge no matter what.
The ship fronts were very colorful, those that sold different products were painted whatever color the owner of the shop wanted it to be. Or could get cheap. Sometimes the signs were in a different language like the Asian script above the one we walked by. And there were three shops above that one. Many shops had stairs that led to those upper shops. Most of the time you had to know the correct path of stairs to get to one of those shops.
He didn’t know why they had been designed that way. Whoever had made these Levels cities had been a lot taller maybe, so originally it had been one shop. That might explain the wide walkways and what could be very long steps every so often. How humans got into them a couple thousand years ago, he didn’t know. His mother claimed she didn’t either.
Each Level had five shops on top of each other. The fifth one was right below the next Level., You couldn’t get to the next level from any of those shops. Their roofs were the bottom of the walkway and harder than anything that could cut. Many had clients or sold products mother didn’t want me around, so we never went up there. There were stairs, up and down, to the next Level but they were very rare. Some shops on the walkway Level where no more than stalls with a dull colored, thick sheets above them. Those protected the stall owners and customers from rain and the sun.
I wore normal clothes bought at a better second hand store and she wore her usual one piece jump suit. She liked it for it reminded her of her ship days plus it had hidden pockets she kept a couple of simple weapons, just in case, plus what was used for money and security keys.
The wind that blew at us was bit chilly but not cold. I could smell the usual odors of this level-some I love, some were okay, others I hated. As we walked I made sure to stay next to her. She no longer felt like she needed to hold my hand for I knew the danger of the edge of or talking to strangers, but she still meant security for me. When we past one shop, the one beneath the Asian letters, I saw it was now closed with a painted front window. It had been opened just three days ago. Mother explained that sometimes a shop will just disappear like for a reason no one knew.
There were a few people out this early even though you could buy bread, vegetables, and sometimes meat and grains. Some shops had hand made weapons, or cooked meals or used E devices. As I thought on where we were I decided we were headed for a school. That could be what we were shopping for. There were not many on these levels but mother had found one near us. Not as good as some I have heard of but still I would learn how to read and to count and some history of the Levels, and of the human race off the Levels.
I didn’t want to go but it would free mother to work more hours and learning was good. She had taught me some reading and I had heard her talk about my need to learn more. Even at my age I knew she was doing what she could for me even while stuck here. School would help me as I grew up and she was responsible for me having a desire to learn new things. So I promised myself I wouldn’t make too big of a fuss over it.
And I didn’t.


Hope you enjoyed them. And remember I don’t mind comments as long as they are what I call real criticisms. Sometimes others see things I don’t. That doesn’t always feel good but it shows what I need to work on. Praise is good too for it shows my strengths :)

Saturday, April 15, 2017

An important Post- Why is Easter a day of celebration

Hello everyone and Happy Easter. Hope you all have a good one, or had one depending on when you read this. It is a little late. 

Some of you may remember that I post a Christmas and Easter greeting every year. This is this year's Easter post. It gets kinda of serious but explains why Easter is so important to Christians-in case any here on G+, Facebook and my blog doesn't know, or forgets in the excitement or bummer of a day. 

 It is Easter or The Resurrection Day. We, in our society, have added eggs, rabbits, baby ducks and such to the celebration, for good reasons and bad but they are a side party. The main point is Forgiveness and Hope and that God the Creator Loves us when He didn’t have to. 
We celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus because it was what we needed. The whole Easter event-Good Friday happenings and the Sunday Happening we needed.  

The day we celebrate the most important day for Christians and for mankind. It is the resurrection-the full raising of Jesus physically from the dead for it that shows we are forgiven.     
      Christmas is a good day. It shows that God is with us and that God Loves Each of us. Jesus did a lot of good things while he lived: healings, deliverances and teachings. But His main purpose was what happened on Good Friday. His Death as a sinless man. A man who knew perfection from the moment of his birth until His last breath. Yet He chose to die as a sinner-as a man who had disobeyed God in every way possible. And this was not an ordinary death, but a horrible execution with torture and ridicule as part of it. Yet He did it on purpose, He did this to prove of God’s Love for us, and so we could be forgiven-have right standing with God. For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son so that none might perish or by judged. God showed His great love toward us while we were yet sinners Christ died for us, in our place. For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.

    And then He rose Jesus from the dead, as I said, to show His Forgiveness and to show His power over death and sin. We are now totally forgiven-one hundred percent-there is nothing left to forgive. I have said this before and I will say it more. It matters not what you have done, how many times you done it, what you have not done or what has been done to you. God will forgive you because God Loves You. All sin is pretty much the same to Him, even though to us some are a whole lot worse than others. But God has to forgive it all or none because we have all sinned and fall short of the glory of God. God is perfect and each sin is more than treason toward Him and we would be destroyed in His presence because of one sin. Yet as I said God Showed His great love toward us in that while we were yet sinners-disobedient-treasonous  Jesus died for us. And for the same reason Jesus rose from the dead on Easter. Because of His great love toward us. Because that is what we needed.  

Now, we can have Hope, Joy, right standing with God, Peace of heart and mind and a Relationship with God. That is what Christianity really is about. It’s not a religion but a relationship with God made possible by Jesus’ death and Resurrection. 

That is a great thing-a life changing thing-a hope thing.

One that isn’t that hard either:

Romans 10: 9,10    “That if you will confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God hath raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
10For with the heart man believes unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.”  That’s it. Jesus did the hard part, you can do the easy. 

Everyone “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”