So, I thought I might try writing a story about time travelers. This first chapter doesn't really deal with time travel, but later chapters will. Please feel free to point out any spelling or grammatical errors. Tell me what you think of the story.
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“Mrs. Diggins?” said a small voice. “Mrs. Diggins? Can I go to the library?”
Mrs. Mariah Diggins looks up from her book and looks at the little girl standing next to her chair.
1 ''Requiem for a Rose.''
*A/N* It's not really a formal essay, more just me talking about something that's happening. It's really scary, so please send your thoughts to the firefighters and the families that have lost their homes.
The captain's mouth dropped open, and he slowly turned his horse around to face where his company of men had been.
"Tradan! Hardun! Meron!"
There was no reply.
"What did you do?" he hissed, yanking his horse around to face Tace again.
Tace raised an eyebrow.
"It wasn't us."
"Then who was it?"
"I really don't think it was even a who."
"What is the explanation?" the captain demanded.
Kace looked from the empty saddles, to the captain, and back again.
Hush, don't cry
If you do I might, too
And I don't want to be weak
Like the others said I was
When the memories take rein
I see myself falling
Clutching the dirt
Making rain come from my eyes
Ha-ha-ha, they teased
Amused at my loss
I stood and wiped it away
Leaving dirt smudged on my cheeks
S'not funny! S'not funny!
My words were slurred as I left
And they called me 'a wimp'
But I was strong enough to fall
When I came in
Chapter Sixteen
A voice which was threatening and unnaturally passive spoke; we recognized it as a Marher’s.
“The Bellbreaker has come down from Farenfenther. A companion is with him.” I shut my eyes. He had been watching us.
“Prepare to meet him crossing the river.”
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Aunt Jess raised me, and when I was little I thought she just had a bad memory. She often struggled to monitor me, from asking me to turn on the oven twelve times straight to forgetting, in the car, that she was driving me to the library for a school project.
This story is officially AU as of 'Let's Kill Hitler,' but I'm going to take a very close line on Melody/River's original development.
"That was my fault, really. I dropped the Ibonian crystal at the wrong moment-"
He presses his finger against her lips. "No. Do you know who this is?"
"I don't know! Just because she could pass for my reflection doesn't mean I have the faintest idea who she is." She turns to me. "Who are you, exactly?"
"They call me River Song."
"Yes, but who are you?"
"Melody Pond."
These trees stand,
casting about in their solemn silence, whispering
of the deepest secrets of man, bearing
their hearts on the heaving winds, that cut cold
through these hallowed grounds.
And the tears of heaven wash
the wounds from our broken hands, as we
raise them up to praise, in the
sorrow that we endure, heavily
on these shoulders that carry this,
our burden; breaking image of life.
We hope only, because we are somehow sustained, by
this love, which is so much the source of