NO DISRESPECT INTENDED

The Bible by God

As with all things, Gods anger seems eternal.
He had created a world and set them in it, alone of all mortals they had been created in his image.
For a crime committed at the instigation of a fallen angel the sons and daughters of man are cast out of the Garden of Eden. Then in one terrible flood, spread across the face of the earth. The Israelites, people of God are left to suffer in a world of sin. Now they must learn to believe in a God they can no longer see. Now they must have faith.
But as with all things, Gods mercy is eternal too.
He sends his own son, Jesus, made mortal and vunerable to redeem his people from the mire. A priceless gift which could save or damn the world. Jesus has an enemy, that self same fallen angel is still trying to keep mankind away from the God he himself cannot face.
Set over hundreds of generations, this sweeping story encapsulates mans struggle in a faithless world to believe in his creator without proof. To believe that there is something more to life than the here and now.
Wars, love stories, tradegy and comedy. It's all here.
If this book isn't enough for you, nothing else will be.

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I have been trying really hard to write a book blurb, but my favourite books, familiar friends to me, are not really that well known. This was the only one I could think of and I have genuinely tried to do a book blurb, so choice of book aside...What do you think?
I'm not too happy with it myself, it's been a while since r.e. classes had me reading this book and I never remembered the details even then. I found this exercise very difficult. How do you sort the important details out without giving away the whole plot of the book? How do I make it shorter? I did actually try.
I have a new respect for those "blurb writers"
My blurb would stop me reading this I must confess.
I know I'll get pasted for this one, and I deserve it, but I can't learn if I won't show you why I'm going wrong.

I am British, and have to confess I have a new yellow post it note attached to the monitor of my pc. "NEVER POST PISSED IN A FORUM" ps....it's actually true, the flock did mob me yesterday. Being outwitted by sheep was a new all time low in my desire to be Lara Croft when I grow up. Always assuming I can find a way to reverse the ageing process long enough to do it again. Oh and the "don't hurt me" bit.....I take it back. I'm thick skinned.

My heart is pounding and I am fidgeting on my seat, waiting for her to notice me again. She can barely stand and as she leans forward to try and take her shot she loses her balance, sprawling gracelessly across the pool table.Like a wave the great mounds of fat she calls her voluptous figure seem to spill across the baize, I think I might vomit. Behind her I see a man blow out his cheeks and mimic her. They are all laughing at her and she cannot see. Please, let her forget I am here.
It is, as ever, too much to hope for. She struggles back to her feet, tugging the belt that passes for a skirt back over hips as wide as any on an oprah show, unselfconciously scratching an armpit she remembers and points me out. Following that chipped accusing nail all eyes around the pool table turn to me. I see the smiles fall from their faces and that look again in all those staring eyes.
Telling all the world how proud she is of me, her beautiful twelve year old daughter.
Letting all the world know that she is my mother.

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I'm hoping you can get a sense of the emotions I'm trying to get my little girl to portray, but I myself am too nervous to tell you what they are lol

The envy came through really clearly and the anger and jealousy were obvious as well. I got all those before reading your note at the bottom of the post. Didn't really see the sadness but when she calms down I can see that it is where her emotional state is going.

Thank you so much.......xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Now why didn't I think of that? Off to free stuff singing "If I only had a brain"

I cannot find a decent picture of one! Otherwise I'd try to make it myself.

I like to write poems in place of a diary, to capture the ideas, emotions or events which shape me into the person that I am, or at least seem important to me at the time. I use these as a basis for my art. I am also on my second draft of a fantasy novel.