http://slow.writerscafe.org/FaithHopeCandy The original writings of author Eliza Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067600 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1381721/ "Oh. My. God. I. Am. In. Heaven," I say, inhaling the wonderful scent of the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. After everything was sorted out in the white rooms, we were brought through endless winding halls to here.Where is here? Its like a... luxury school cafeteria, I guess is the best way to pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370940/ Dad saves the day- I get the feeling he has done this a thousand times- by spraying her with a fire extinguisher."Wow. Now I believe. That was... AMAZING!" Sara's eyes are lit up in a way I have never, ever seen them. Wait, I've seen her this way once- when she got her first dog, who was hit by a ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370686/ Power is just radiating out of me. I feel as if... As if I could do anything. There are bursts of light, and then it's over. Im back on a crumpled heap on the bed, feeling exhausted and drained. And as if I could eat a full cow."Man, was that AWESOME!" I shout."Ok, Sara? Are you ready?" lea asks."I... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370683/ Sara and Steaven take the news rather well. That is, If you call rather well screaming 'I don't believe you!' and asking me how on earth I jumped on this crazy train. I think my mom's words on the situation are the best-"Oh dear."After a few more minutes of this, my dad finally presses a button on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370681/ When I wake up, I panic. Why? Because I'm strapped to a hospital bed. "Help! Dad! Help!" I scream. "Daddy!"And suddenly, he's there. "Dad?" But something is horribly wrong. Maybe it's his smile, maybe its his dull gray eyes, not at all like him. he smiles an evil smile.+++++++++++++++.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370598/ I stare at him for a moment. And then, I burst out laughing.He frowns at me."You really had me going for a moment there," I say, trying to stifle the giggles. "but I'd like to know the real answer, please."His eyes bore into mine. "That is the real answer."I become solemn, because it's obvious dad i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370561/ "Fifteen years ago, the Central Intelligence Agency, or the CIA, received a threat from an unknown force," he began. "The message, though extremely vague, said that they had the power to end the world. That the end was imminent, and that America would be first unless we did exactly what they said. F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370548/ Finally, finally, we are on the road. It took forever, but we are on our way to safety. When Sara threw a fit because she couldn't take her scrapbook collection, and Steaven bit me because i told him he wasn't packing fast enough, i just threw some stuff and a bag and strapped them into dad's c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370544/ I don't know how I will explain this to Sara and Steaven, when I don't even understand what is going on. All I know is that Dad says it's crucial to get to his house immediately. As I walk up the stairs to Sara's room, I contemplate what I want to say. I arrive at the door way before i'm ready.As i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370164/ "Dad?" I ask quietly. For some reason, I don't find it hard to believe that this man could be my father. Maybe it's because I never felt fully loved by my parents. I never felt that connection with them that the other kids had. Or maybe it's because I would often walk in on them whispering, and they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370089/ Wait. Did that really just happen?Apparently so, because the man keeps talking."You have her eyelashes. Her smile. Her frame. My eyes, my ears and mouth. Oh, honey!""Who.... Who are you?" I ask, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice."Do you not remember me?" He asks. his smile falters for a mome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370079/ "Limber man? what Limber man?" I ask, trying to stifle my rising panic. "did luke let you watch a scary movie?"Steaven stomps his foot on my plush purple carpet, and tugs on the sleeve of my bright blue nightgown. "No! The wood cutter man thingy!""A LumberJack?"He stomps again. Tugs again. "Dat's wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370072/ "Libby! Libby, please wake up!" Steaven, my seven year old brother and the baby of the family, sound serious, which is completely unlike the little goofball."Zzzzz... z.. Huh?" I mumbled, jerked from a sweet dream of mark, the cutest (and sweetest!) guy in school, asking me out. " Steaven, It's five.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370069/ When libby's parents and older siblings dissapear and a strange man shows up at their house, libby must protect her siblings, puzzle out this mystery, and discover what really matters most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FaithHopeCandy/1370060/