Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax

Submitted by Anna on Fri, 05/31/2013 - 22:58

I've written on apricotpie for five and a half years, and never once have I gone a month without posting. In fact, I don't recall ever cutting it this close. There are six hours left in the last day of the month and the only thing I have to show you is an essay about how I don't have anything to show you.
Sometimes I worry about my future as a writer.

ApricotPie is back

Submitted by James on Tue, 05/28/2013 - 15:14

Dear Homeschooling Friends,
ApricotPie is back. It was down for three weeks as I wrestled with how to fix it. Basically, what happened is that everyone's user pictures became huge and swallowed up every page they were on, rendering everybody's work practically unreadable.
I was unable to fix this picture problem.
So, I had to disable the pictures feature completely.
For now, ApricotPie is back up and running, but all of your pictures are invisible and will be for a while until I can fix the problem.
Thank you all for your patience.
-- James

The Saving of the Apricot

Submitted by Kyleigh on Thu, 10/28/2010 - 00:42

The news came that fateful day,
"ApricotPie must go away."
The news was met with tears,
For loss of memories of the years.

Some sighed and went on their way,
Others said "No! Apricot must stay!"
We saw no way of saving the pie,
And despaired, thinking it must fly.

Lady Mary founded the outpost,
The cabin the castle to host.
This news was great, yet sighs stayed,
And the best of the situation was made.

We Met Under the Grove

Submitted by Anna on Wed, 09/22/2010 - 20:24

(my apricotpie farewell)
We met under the grove
Bringing shade, bringing bright,
Laughing sadly or studying weakness with might.
Some bring their blindness, others their sight,
But the grove where we met never changed.
We cried the same joys and we held the same loss,
We raised different voice, yet obeyed the same God.
Our hates and our loves explored paths on one chase,
And the trees overhead lent us beautiful grace.
We helped others fall up in the grove.
We met under the grove in drabs of such hue

Emptying the Great Hall

Submitted by Julie on Sat, 09/18/2010 - 00:46

I stare at the notice, blinking once, twice, thrice.  Since I first saw it, I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it all, but I can’t—not yet.

I turn away and wander down the hall. Ten years’ worth of adventures adorns the walls, tales of knights, dragons and damsels, and strange worlds beyond understanding. Some of these works will be rolled up and taken to new locations; others will remain, quietly gathering dust.