Hi everyone. :) Sorry I've been gone. But I'm back, hopefully for a while....
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What is love?
It is not enough to be understanding --
Love is a soul to soul choice
That goes beyond comprehension.
It is not enough to be passionate --
This involves the senses
Which shift and melt with the seasons
And have nothing to do with the heart.
It is not enough to be tolerant --
A person is known by his works
And must be urged on to higher goals.
Just wanted to let those of you who were waiting for another chapter to know that Mirror Mirror was published this month, but ended up in July because of a wonky strange mix-up that is now all fixed.
Thank you!
Gun shots were roaring unceasingly. War had gripped by the waist the city’s walls. It was stifling in the small one-roomed house in which Adelaide had taken refuge in after praying in the chapel. The fire was blossoming to its full flaming power; yet, nay, its light was not bright enough to overcome the terror and sorrow of the injured soldiers, men, women, even children, lying on mattresses and blankets filling the room. Many were the wounded. Many were the gashes, tears, bullet-wounds to be tended.
My companion felt the opening of the gate. It was locked with heavy iron. No one had yet opened it in the dark dawn. I whispered to him hoarsely:
"Is it sturdy enough to climb over?" he tested the gate for sturdiness, but the hinges were weak, and the designs of the iron were sharply edged. He gave an unsure nod.
I found this old journal at the bottom of one of my grandmother's many cardboard boxes in her basement, where she keeps books she doesn't read anymore and dolls she got for Christmases back in the wartime. I had never seen the journal before in my life; it was a simple blue-and-pink ruled notebook, much as they look today, but the colors were faded and the pages yellowed. The ink, however, was dark and strong. I silently shouted "Hooray!" for old-fashioned ink, though the notebook could have held an ancient housewife's shopping list for all I knew.
Chapter 3
Amy was breathing hard, staring at where the water-orb once was. Her mind and conscience was telling her two different things and she couldn’t grasp it all.
He’s an elf…no he’s not! Those are only in fairy tales. Yes he is, didn’t you just see that water-thing? He’s an elf, no he’s not,and yes he is…everyone knows elves aren’t real, those are complete myths and fairy-tales that people with big imaginations create…and yet why are they in so many stories? What if I were in a fairytale? That water magic was real, and she wasn’t sleeping…
The stage is hushed and dark:
The music, soft and low.
The seats are filled wtih whispers,
It all seem dull and slow.
Then the curtains open,
And all the stage is bright.
The music's getting louder.
And a dancer comes in sight.
She's silent to any listeners
But speaks with step and face.
A twirling here, and leaping there,
An arabesque shows her grace.
More dancers come to tell the tale.
The music sets the mood.
Their pointed feet and slender arms,
Their legs in attitude.
(This poem is in a Cockney accent. Good luck trying to figure it out.)
I till you wot I fink,
But don't 'old your bref,
I fink it's a sad fing
That there ain't none lef'.
"Good riddin's to em'"
I 'eard some peopl' s'y.
They don't care a fig.
Hain't that a'ways the w'y?
They loved 'em, they did,
Whul they was around',
But now that they hain't
They talk 'em all down.
It's the loy'lty!
It's gone now, and far!
It don't matter to them.
They're traitors, they are.
Once upon a time, there was a little mouse. And this little mouse, like all good mice, liked cheese. Unfortunately for this mouse, every time he ate cheese, he burst into flames. Now, this mouse didn’t like to burst into flames, so he went to visit the Wicked Witch of Wherever (having established that the other Wicked Witches were killed by Dorothy), but she told him that she wouldn’t help him, because, you see, she was evil, and she didn’t do those things. So the little mouse went to see Aragorn, and Aragorn said that if the little mouse would help him to help Frodo take the One Ring acros