Chapter 2
As night fell, Kalen walked over to the tree he had seen earlier. Finding that this was as good a place as any to stay the night, he sat down.
And immediately stood up again, what a dumb place to put a... what was that? The Thing was a locket of sorts; a hand sized locket.
It had spikes around the edge, which made it as difficult to sit on as it was to open. But having done so, Kalen looked inside, it had a name carved on it: Alegis Etus Ordinius.
Chapter 1
Kalen looked around. He was getting a serious feeling of deja vu. There was the stone wall, the tree, the tall grass, the dragon and a faint bit of music.
A song he had heard before. there were words sometimes. it went: "flower burning, midnight bright. moonlit ocean of the night. dragons sing and walk with you. remember nothing save the tune."
All very random.
Note: This poem was a bit of an experiment. I actually had the idea for a snippet of a story that I wanted to base this poem on. I ended up writing a short story and then writing a poem based on the story. I feel that the poem is way better than the story, but if anyone is interested, I will post the story as well. Enjoy!
Captured in those soulless depths,
your eyes betray the pain.
hello... how do you do? you finally made it.. good for you.
this is a dream. and as you can see... we've made it be anything you want it to be.
you can go fly, go recolor the sky. this place was made behind the human eye.
this is a dream with a magical theme, and it lives for your wholesome delight.
adventure and sleep now combine in the deep where you live almost every night.
hello... come look at this. we've created things that don't normally exist.
Note: Well here we are, something a little different for you all! I normally write poetry, but I do have a few short stories lying around and I thought I'd post one. This is based off of some real events. I really did get the necklace described in this piece from my Godmother for college graduation. Also, the necklace does mean to me what I describe in the story.
*A/N* VERY rough draft. Criticism is appreciated.
Preface
This story is based on my Two best friends and me in ten years! My inspriation was us, and my best friend HomeschoolGirl started her own (The Three), then I built mine a little after hers, trying the best I could to make it different! But hers is amazing! Much better I must say. Hopefully my other friend Liddyanne, will write her own version! Then we'll have three different versions!
I hope you enjoy!
Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more.
Immersed...
Oblivious to all around me.
Captivated by my story.
Wandering...
Lost in pages of memories.
Reading, seeing, reliving moments.
I'm running away from my future.
I'm fleeing back into my past.
I'm trying to get back my memories
That I took for granted before.
Back into the past I missed.
Even before I was born.
Seeing things and people who were lost before.
Now I hold te key in my hands.
Back into the past that was.
What I missed before.
The wind did howl and cry
But a creature made of sand and stone stood
And Called with a human voice, "come back, come back"
not a man and yet with a mans form
the desert spirt set off to find....HER
for he was...in love and had felt the touch of destiny
The people he passed thought him a desert bandit
so they grew quiet when he passed and would not tell where she had gone
So threw the dunes he swept like a banshee
over hills and dales to find
her