When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Laura. Laura was a quiet, soft spoken, shy girl, with not very many friends. You know, the kind that kept to herself, and often went unnoticed. When in a group, she usually lingered near the edge of the crowd, and didn't say much. She never threw a fit, or caused a ruckus. Was never sad or depressed. She was always just.. there.
Phorknere
Prologue
The wind was blowing hard and strong, the way all the sailor's on board the great ship liked it.
A big burly, broad and muscular man stood, legs spread far apart as a manly and confident figure. The captain smiled, proud and glowing with excitement and glee. His child was going to be born! His first baby girl, he was sure.
{Spring Theme! ... and I have no idea what I'll be posting after this. I really need to finish all the ideas I have...}
Today I was sitting at my computer typing up a story, when the weather station called. My dad answered it and after listening, told everyone to get to the middle of the house because there was a tornado near our house. We all ran to the downstairs bathroom, which is in the middle of the house and sat down (thank goodness it's so big, I have six sibs). If you know me at all, I have a HUGE fear of tornados, and I am not stressing that point at all.
*A/N* VERY rough draft. Criticism is appreciated.
This poem is dedicated to Kassady and HomeschoolGirl. I was not going to publish this on the web until I got it copyrighted as a part of my poetry collection, but I decided to make an exception with this poem. This is a thank you for always commenting on my work! This poem I wrote a while ago and it is based off of the movie Prince of Persia. It is about Dastan's and Tamina's love and destiny.
*A/N* These first two-Goddess of the Sea and The Doctor- I think could turn into something a little bit more elaborate. What to you all think? The others are just kind of random, spur of the moment type things.
Note: This poem was inspired by Laura Elizabeth's story The Dying Atheist. I couldn't quite get the story out of my head, so one day I sat down and wrote this. Thanks Laura Elizabeth for helping to inspire me to write this! Your story was quite moving! If anyone has not read it yet, I highly suggest they do!
No song to fill the moment,
Not a splash of color shown,
No feelings left to feel,
Not a gentle word was sown.
No parade to fill your senses,
No light to fill your eyes,
No joyful dancing present,
The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain. His ears pointed.
It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down. A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets. His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face. He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door.
The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.
WONDERLAND
Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me.
When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college.