TheRollingScones

            It’d been a week since the carnival, and Gilbert had begun to take up sign language from [Name]. He made mistakes quite often, but his earnest efforts only helped him improve on his weaker points. [Name] would make the motions with her hands & arms after writing the translation of the word or phrase on a small slip of paper. She would have Gilbert copy her motions until he was comfortable. Sometimes, she would quiz him, making the motions and asking him to tell her what it means, or gave him the meaning and made him do the motions.       There was a day when Gilbert felt

Desperately searching for a means of acceptance, I miserably resort to half-hearted repentance. If God has it within His heart to forgive, Then what reason do I have not to sin?

            It’d been a week since the carnival, and Gilbert had begun to take up sign language from [Name]. He made mistakes quite often, but his earnest efforts only helped him improve on his weaker points. [Name] would make the motions with her hands & arms after writing the translation of the word or phrase on a small slip of paper. She would have Gilbert copy her motions until he was comfortable. Sometimes, she would quiz him, making the motions and asking him to tell her what it means, or gave him the meaning and made him do the motions.       There was a day when Gilbert felt

    You sit by the fire watching the flames steadily consume the fuel like greedy monsters. "That's the last window," Spain says with a heavy breath, setting down his hammer on the table. "Good," America nods as he does the same. "So has anyone seen Switzerland?" "Last I heard from him, he went to search Liechtenstein's bedroom." Prussia speaks mildly, mainly focusing on a large, old world map in front of him. Ukraine sits at the table quietly, but watching everything. "Should I check on him?" America suggests. Quickly, England denies. "No, he wanted to be alone while he looked. Everyone needs their space…especially after all of thi