Hours later, he was still trapped. They wouldn’t let out unless he promised to obey them. He sat, as he had sat for hours, and mused. He was a heretic among his own kind, disowned by his family, and shunned by those who knew him, for Fate was his kinds’ supreme goddess and he had defied her.

My brother Sean wrote this.  I had no idea he could write, but apparently he can, and well.  The title is his too.  Here it is, unedited except for a typo.

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"About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, and I didn`t know how dominate that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."

-Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

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A dark city
Where a stream of dreams
Have come passing through
To give you the dream of the gulls
And the heartbeat of the waves

No song is murmured here
Nor dream stayed and lingered
There is a wind which carries them away
Like the wings of a raven

Your thoughts are not spoken
And silence leaves you wondering
Wondering of a boat and an oar
All of timber and strings

the bright flash of a flare in your eyes
lights up your face--

warnings streak across the sky
like shooting stars--

For a second I thought I might believe--

bombs falling with the sound of fireworks,
the rise and fall of bursting lights;
rushing through air that could carry paper cranes,
that could sail paper kites.

For a second I thought I might have seen--

metal falling from the sky
pelting like rain--

horizon filled with smoke and light
heat on your face--

Hey Ya'll! :)

So, I write for our local magazine. The editor wanted an article on homeschooling, and I happily wrote it for her! Enjoy. Feedback!! Thoughts?

-Homey :D

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My apologies to everyone who's been waiting for another post for the past three months and has not received one...

1) I am aiming to graduate this year and that entails quite a bit of work.

2) I'm a big sister, and many, if not most, of you know what that requires.

3) ...Nanowrimo. This may not be much of an excuse, but it would explain my absence at least this past month.

She turned heads wherever she went. Her long dark lashes shaded her eyes of an uncertain green color. Her lips were always red, though no one knew if it was because of lipstick, or just natural. Her silky gold-brown hair fell in ringlets down her back, and bounced when she walked. She was unusual with her odd ways and odd smile. No one really knew her, but everyone watched her. She was always somwhere else in her head, and didn't really see anything around her. Her small, slender figure was well known around the school, though she didn't attend.

There is a legend I have heard about a land far away that has been seen time and time again of old, that no one has ever actually been to. In that other land, there is a garden, and in that garden are many things, but the most precious of all these are three trees. One is made of all types of beautiful and precious metals, the second is made of every type of rare and expensive jewel, the third is just a simple tree that produces only once a year. It bears an apple that will grant the eater one wish. The passage into this glorious land is unknown, though many have seen it from afar.