The Gifted: Part One. Chapter 3

Submitted by Elizabeth Anne on Sun, 10/16/2011 - 16:41

            To the doctor’s great surprise, Corree was able to walk the next day, and he began to heal with remarkable progress that astounded all the royal physicians. During this time, the King came to visit him often and they soon became good friends, though they disagreed on many matters. However, no matter how hard the King pushed or prodded, he could not get Corree to talk about his past.

A Collection of Nothings Pt. 2

Submitted by Tamerah on Sat, 10/15/2011 - 22:18

1)
There was some shadow under yours eyes,
some lingering ghost that sheltered there,
and when you blinked it disappeared
like a thin vapour dissipates on the air.

But I think the ghost still haunts your steps,
though you walk so far from home.
You welcomed it with open arms
so that you will never feel alone.


2)
Sometimes I worry how your interest waxes and wanes
and I wonder if your love does too.
It often seems to me the case,
unlike my love for you.


3)

Promise

Submitted by Mairead on Sat, 10/15/2011 - 20:07

 

We are weak and human and frail. 

But He has been here and walked these sands

He has made everything with His hands.

He sees the pain and can give us healing

but what do we do with our needs and feelings?

 

We bring them to the world, dirty as it is,

we should bring it to Christ since we are His.

We ask it for help, and He cries.

We ask it for peace, and He closes His eyes.

We ask it for freedom, and He dies.

We ask it to build us, and He sighs.

 

It's far from over and not too late,

The Unicorns

Submitted by Kathleen on Sat, 10/15/2011 - 01:29

The unicorns have flown away
and I am left alone
I walk where they have trod and think
upon what I have known.

The day grows cold; I take a cloak
to chase away the chill
with nothing left but to come, go
to where and when I will.

They came to me when I was young
and took me to their lands
Alas! I cry, for joy is fled;
I look on aged hands.

Without a home, I wander there
and here, I go and come.
And yet in dreams they live and I
can go where they are from.

Overlords part 6 ( NOT THE END!)

Submitted by Kathleen on Wed, 10/12/2011 - 05:55

‘’ Valerius has to be informed! So that those of Raehadon can be prepared for to attack!’’
Gavon spoke with a vehemence that was unusual for him. In Gethin’s eyes Gavon could seem mild, even weak. But in this matter he was absolute, unbendable.
‘’ You could be wrong.’’ said Gethin.
‘’ I do not ask that you inform Valerius. But if you will not, then I must.’’
‘’ Go, then and do what you will.’’
Gavon knocked on the door, and the Lady Reinald answered him.

The Apple Prophesy in which Anne of five names has no father, and lives in a solitary bell tower :)

Submitted by Madeline on Wed, 10/12/2011 - 02:19

The Apple Prophesy in Which Anne of Five Names has no Father, and Lives in a Bell Tower.

Anne had a long name, about five names, not including her middle and last. But she didn't like any of them except for the fourth name, and so she decided to call herself by that. There are no other explinations for this choice, so you'll have to be satisfied with that bit of information. If you're expecting to hear the other names, I'm afraid you'll be let down. Let's move on, shall we? 

Prophecy, Apples from the sky and a Solitary Bell Tower All in One!

Submitted by Kassady on Wed, 10/12/2011 - 00:27

 

Prophecy, Apples from the sky and a Solitary Bell Tower All in One!


 

Part 1: In the autumn air.


 


 

It was a chilly autumn afternoon I took my solitary walk in the castle grounds, and the air smelled sweetly of leaves, spices and a kind of fresh dew that one can not exactly explain fully.


 

Leaves crunched satisfactorily under my feet, and the wind, that bore all the smells mentioned above, blew into my face.


 

Last Dance

Submitted by Madeline on Tue, 10/11/2011 - 18:10

You stare at me with brooding eyes

While mine are thick with tears

Slowly, your arm secures my waist

Supporting all my fears

 

Your hand finds mine

The fingers twine

You pull them to your breast

 

Our breaths are matched

The love is hatched 

With pounding of our chests

 

I realize that we have no time

But you treat it like we do

I decide I will not protest

And speak my love for you

 

You return

The kindred words

As we shuffled forth

 

The Forests of Evenlear, Part Seven: Corporal Bruckwell

Submitted by Mary on Tue, 10/11/2011 - 17:17

It was less than an hour until dinner time when I made it back to Uncle Oruc's and Aunt Monria's house. I turned my horse over to the stable master, Gerson, and went in through the back entrance of the house. The servants were in a veritable uproar scrambling through preparations for dinner, so I was able to make my way unnoticed through the hallway and up the stairs to my room.

Oh, I remembered. Uncle Oruc and Aunt Monria were having guests tonight. I had best make a good impression when I went to dinner, as befitted Havenwing's newest school teacher.