“The odds of escape are very low, sir.”
“Do you like the idea or not?”
“It isn't very well thought out, sir.”
“Is it possible for you to say either yes or no?” I was getting annoyed.
“It is possible, sir.”
“Then answer the question!”
“The idea is promising and not unappreciated, but chances of success are unlikely. I don't like taking risks.”
“If you don't take risks, you can't live!”

The pen is greater than the sword, and once again I'm born,
I'm an eagle, just getting away from the storm...

And I can rise above it all, it's not critical,
that you keep your wars to a minimal...

The blaze that burns for us is unending,
and covers us all, better stop pretending...

That we're living in a dark life, a dark night,
there's a race to be won, battles we gotta fight...

It's an uphill road, and it's getting pretty steep,
but I know, when the waters of the rivers getting deep...

THIS STORY IS A REPLACEMENT OF the dragon's tree, WHICH DID NOT SEEM TO BE GOING ANYWHERE. IT HAS SOME OF THE SAME ELEMENTS AS the dragon's tree, BUT IS VERY DIFFERENT. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!

June 23, 2023
10:03 p.m.

Chapter 6

Mystery Of the Old House

Written by Hannah L Andrews

Chapter I
The Old House

This is the first story I ever completed. I wrote it back in Mar/Apr of 2011, for a story contest. Thought I'd just share it with y'all.. Hope ya like it.

In this story, I do reveal what one of the characters thinks.. but since I can't get italics to work.. I'll use *this* to denote his thoughts.

Without further ado, delay or chatter... I present to you; A Saga of the West!

James reached the top of the ridge, and pulled up his horse. In the valley ahead of him lay his destination, the town of Grillhorn. James pulled out the letter again.

Chapter Four

1. And, lo, the angels were told of the evil deed done unto Ramashad, yea, even unto Ramashad.

2. And they went nigh unto satans temperal palace, and came in unto it.

3. And they freed Ramashad from the bonds of Satan, and carried him away, even unto the opening of Israels gates.

4. And there were huge thorns that had grown in the entrance, and no man had ever conquered them.

5. And Ramashad drew out his sword, and cut them off, that they grow no more.

Blaine didn’t come back till a while later, even though my conversation with my parents was brief. We all started crying at the same time and couldn’t say much, so my dad just assured me that they would be there soon and that they loved me.
It was all okay though, because he came bearing gifts of the hot caramel macchiato kind. He smiled at me, appearing amused, probably because the look on my face was priceless.
“I made them give you extra whip. I asked the doctor if it was okay for you to have some, and he said yeah.”

What on earth am I going to do?

Millie felt her palms growing sweaty. She hoped and prayed that the Doctor would be long gone by the time she returned, and slowed her pace considerably so that it would take her far longer to reach the house.

How long she wandered in that shaded lane, she could not tell; she had no desire to return home and still less to go back to the present.

And I thought the past would be a relief from my troubles, she thought bitterly.

I don't know whether this really, really counts as poetry...but oh well!
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You step on the ice gingerly
Onto unsolid ground
Ooh slippery
Foggy
Exhilarating

You grab the railing
Afraid to fall
Yet deep deep inside
Wanting to fall
To gain the feeling

You sigh wistfully
Why can’t I glide upon the ice
Naturally
With ease
Like them

Should I let go
Move my feet
Try to glide upon ice
Naturally
Like them