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When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Laura. Laura was a quiet, soft spoken, shy girl, with not very many friends. You know, the kind that kept to herself, and often went unnoticed. When in a group, she usually lingered near the edge of the crowd, and didn't say much. She never threw a fit, or caused a ruckus. Was never sad or depressed. She was always just.. there.
“Annabel!” the call rang out across the busy stable yard where I was grooming my horse, Ether.
Note: Here is a bit of an older poem, but I thought I'd upload it for you all to enjoy :)
You cannot experience sun without rain,
joy without sorrow,
love without pain.
You cannot enjoy laughter without tears,
smiles without frowns,
trust without fears.
{for lack of a better title. If you think of one, tell me}
This is three story ideas combined into one, because they were all very similar and kept getting more and more similar as time wore on. I haven't really edited it at all, and it doesn't really have a purpose. Some of it spews from my thoughts about the chaos in the Middle East.
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I let the strong wind whip across my face. It dried the tears I didn’t want to cry, and embodied the violent storm I felt inside.
“The ships won’t come back full, Enna,” Kyler had said.
Jagged bits of broken heirloom Are nestled in the carpet Buried bits like tired souls Yearning for a resting place Shards of Great Grandma’s memory And her ancestor’s antiquity Lie broken on the floor Reduced to a mere nuisance And the somber possibility of slivers Picking up the pieces one by one Taking care to avoid sharp edges Musing on the fact that All it takes is one wrong move For something to fall and break And being ever reminded that Families and family treasures Are often oh so fragile
*Sorry these chapters are to short......*
Chapter Ten
We fought in the dim, and I strove to stay him where no one took notice of us. His sword fell heavy, a great weight of steel. Yet he drew me back, back to where the shadows engulfed us. I drew my distance from him so not to be approached nearer. Our sword blows were heaving, struggling against the other more than we flashed them about. We continued to draw further away from the din. The buildings shadowed us, the darkness was impenetrable. The form of my enemy seemed to become one with it.
I hate this part. It needs revising, and I just HATE it. However, I just went back and found much begging and pleading for the next part of Sunburn in the comments on the first post. So I'll swallow my pride and throw this out there. Not much is written after this, please note...right NOW I am mostly working on a re-writing of Snow White called Mirror, Mirror...which will appear on AP at a later date. Thank you.
"Is she reviving yet?" Rynere heard a voice from somewhere up above her. Probably Kyndran.
"Doesn't seem like it." Tace.
"Have you figured out what caused it?"
"Maybe an animal, or just her imagination. Miss Ryn, you awake yet?"
Rynere opened her eyes. She was on her cot, Tace on one knee beside her looking slightly concerned. Kyndran had just come in from the outside, and Danid was standing in a nearby corner.
"Why did you faint?" Kyndran asked instantly.
"Faint?" Rynere blinked. "Did I -where's Tass? Where'd he go?"
I was too young to remember this city before the wars started. The ones who do remember say it was the greatest city in the world: high education, low crime, good economy. Part of the city—‘The Forgotten Sector’—had already been abandoned during the earlier Technology Boom, when new strides in development made the entire place obsolete. Only the poor, the fugitives, those with nowhere else to go, still lived there.