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A gusty autumn wind was blowing around the corners and eaves of the mansion when I awoke the next morning. I scarcely remembered arriving the night before, I had been so exhausted, but now I was well-rested and eager for a good breakfast to begin the day. Climbing out of my soft, warm bed (that I considered far too large for just one person), I crossed to the window and pulled the cord to draw back the heavy curtains.
These were written about two years ago.
The second and third of these poems are for laughs. They aren't meant to be taken seriously :) They are based on the movie more than on the book. The first one I happen to like a lot, but it was too short to post by itself. Enjoy!
Aragorn
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A gray-clad man,
a wandering man,
with dark, silver flecked hair
and keen gray eyes.
From kings descended,
To kingship destined,
Ranger, Elfstone,
Elendil's heir,
Strider, Dunedain,
Elessar.
Kallah told herself he was nothing. The cloaked man was not following her, even though she had spotted him each day on the road. But why were his steps gaining on her?
If you run you’ll look guiltier. There is always the mantle…
No! She jerked her hand away from her pack.
Even if she hadn’t, it was too late. The stranger started to talk to her, coming to her side with fearsome speed. “Why are you crying?”
Kallah nearly froze up. “What? I’m not… I’m just traveling…”
This story is the result of a contest... here's the prompt, and then the story follows. Enjoy!
You have two only two characters. They may be any one of the following: (1) lovers; (2) prospective lovers; (3) a parent and a child; (4) best friends; (5) complete strangers. If you need one or two minor characters to help out that's ok, but you have two major characters only.
Author's Note: I wrote this roughly two years ago when I was in the middle of a pretty prolonged writing slump, which I think explains this better than anything else could.
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Inspiration, strike me dead
with the blackest ink of a fountain pen
and if that proves not enough in times like these,
cut me down, like a forest of trees!
How I’ve claimed paper in your name, and oh! what a waste,
and how much ink I’ve used (or rather, abused),
when all it does is blacken my fingers,
{This will be my last post on ApricotPie until after the summer. I may drop in from time to time during the summer and read and comment, but I want to be as 'unplugged' as possible. This story, "Deep Roots" is one of my favorite short stories, along with "In My Father's House" and "Nikolai." Short stories in general I tend to like better than my long ones. So without further ado, see you after the summer, and enjoy!}
A tall Zambian man showed me a handful of dirt, dead leaves, and broken roots. “The roots are so deep, we cannot pull them out.” He said.
At long last, here it is, my friends: the latest installments in the adventures of Robin Hood and Maid Marian Fitzgerald. For those who haven't been keeping track, this chapter is from Marian's point of view.
Written when I was 9 years old.....
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Who am I?
That I have gone away the same and have come back new
Changing in a blink of an eye; Or have I just changed what I do
Who am I?
That my eyes see different than what I saw
A person shining more beautiful than the moon’s light
Someone who always protected me who I never knew before
Who am I?
Here we are with the next installment of Kreen Aktin! We left off with Kreen Aktin recognizing a little man named Brandon Erontson, who had walked the plank. The little man turned into a skeleton and captured Kreen Aktin. We hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 6