Well, everyone, I suppose this means that I need to finish up Haflbood on here, so make sure you check back a couple of times every week. I'm going to miss this--without you guys (especially Anna) who continued to bug me about HB, I never would've finished it. Thank you!
Wet air clings to my coat,
Puddles ripple around my feet
As water poors into the gutter grates
Clouds of air puff from mouths
As people hurry into warm homes
and waiting cars.
The bright blue door in the brick
House on the corner looks
distant, as the misty air swirls.
The streets are bare and quiet
the chill in the air signifying
the beginning of work and study.
The weeping birch is crying,
droplets falling on my head
as I pass underneath
Tighearnán couldn't understand it. The creature had only bitten him, and the wound was shallow. But as they struggled the last half-mile up the slope to home, Tighearnán was feeling more and more ill. Though it was a warm day, the breeze felt like ice where it touched Tighearnán's skin. The bite was bandaged tightly in a strip of wool torn from his own tunic, but it refused to stop bleeding and throbbed agonizingly with every step forward.
I wrote this about a year and a half ago, and pulled it out a while ago, trying to find something to post on AP. I realized I like it a lot more than I thought I did. I don't really care for the title - any other ideas?
I have a few more things to post on AP before it closes - I have some more of Nikolai, perhaps a ballad, and the opening of a story I'm writing with Anna.
I do have a Facebook, message me if you'd like to add me and I'll search for you.
However cliché this may sound, I can't, in all honesty, imagine the world without apricotpie. Maybe because I was introduced to it so young? (eight years ago) I just can't picture it... I'm trying to visualize it. Is my world going to keep revolving around the sun? It seems as permanent to me as the house I live in! ...Such a cozy place. It really became a part of my personhood, in a unique and irrevocable way, and I am genuinely and warmly grateful... I think other people can vouch for that, as well, in their own sense. Others may think this is saying too much, but for me, it isn't.
Hey Its been a couple of years since i have posted! Holy Moly this site has changed!
Hello fellow APer's!
Through the royal mess of AP closing and reopening, I made a sight called AprcotTarts.\
So just wanted to tell you, just in case you wanted to check it out!
Here:
http://www.apricottarts.webs.com/
Write on!
Kassady
Once upon a time
In a kitchen far, far away
there lived a Old Lady who love to bake
and she'd bake cookies, cakes, pies,
potatoes, vegies and muffins
and all kinds of yummy food
but despite being such a wonderful and acomplished cook
she was dreadfully lonely
when she was a Young Lady she'd married a Young Man
but he was cruel Young Man and ran off with her sister and her best rolling pin.
Needless to say, she was very upset and did not re-marry.
He was darkness personified.
Evil in human form.
Frozen and heartless
His chest was an empty hole.
Immovable, unshakable
Carried out his orders perfectly
and without mercy or thought
Trained from the cradle
as a killer
Never had he felt before
Never had he known love
the feel of a mother's kiss upon his cheek
the feel of comfort in a father's arms
the knowing of trust from a child's eyes
Pain, he understood most closely
Despair was his companian
Reeking havoc was his nature
I've been in this place for far too long. I'm tired of this world where nobody does anything but everything, but nothing unacceptable, of course. I'm tired of this world where people are all over the place, daring to be bold but not brave, and certainly not interesting. I'm tired of this place where etiquette and convention reign supreme, and to say anything out of order is a felony not fit to dream of.