Stars Over Llorleya- Chapter 29
Chapter the Twenty-ninth
Love and Silence
Ellie knew that she loved him. She also knew that it was inexplicable: there was no reason in the world for her to love him. But every time she told herself she shouldn’t love him, it had no effect. She reprimanded herself for not being more obedient to her own instruction.
She sighed. All her life she had imagined that falling in love would be wonderful. Not like this. It never occurred to her that it might be with someone who did not return her affection.
She plucked a blade of grass. Love was supposed to be glorious.
She sighed. All her life she had imagined that falling in love would be wonderful. Not like this. It never occurred to her that it might be with someone who did not return her affection.
She plucked a blade of grass. Love was supposed to be glorious.
Black and white
The tree branches are black against the whiteness of the clouded winter sky.
They appear dark, and straight. They are clear, and yet they hold mysteries.
There is something unknown.
What makes the branches turn?
Why is their bark rough and lined with knots and swirls?
And then, sometimes smooth and soft with barely any mark or dirt?
Unknown….
On a hilltop above everything you can gaze at a mountain peak behind the town.
There is an edge, a line. What lies beyond?
They appear dark, and straight. They are clear, and yet they hold mysteries.
There is something unknown.
What makes the branches turn?
Why is their bark rough and lined with knots and swirls?
And then, sometimes smooth and soft with barely any mark or dirt?
Unknown….
On a hilltop above everything you can gaze at a mountain peak behind the town.
There is an edge, a line. What lies beyond?
Snippets: Bati
This new series, Snippets, consists of sections I cut from my other stories for length or consistancy purposes.
I was feeling sort of bored, so I fluttered in front of Lorien’s eyes and slowed my energy so that I was barely twitching. I moved even closer, letting my field stream into the retina.
Untitled
Wild.
My heart screams.
Dared to kill
It will fulfill
Alone.
My limbs have grace.
Come to me
I've lost my dream.
Torn.
My body writhes.
And I am now
You sacrifice
My heart screams.
Dared to kill
It will fulfill
Alone.
My limbs have grace.
Come to me
I've lost my dream.
Torn.
My body writhes.
And I am now
You sacrifice
The Look That Killed
Once not too long ago, a mother and a daughter went on a walk. Now, these two did not often get along, and often, you could hear their voices ringing throughout the countryside.
On this particular day, they chose to walk the South path. This path was very pretty, with different seasons displayed along it the further you went. No one had ever gone to the end of it, for the Wisdom Tree of the central garden had once told the first people that lived there, “On the North, East, and West paths, you may go as far as you want, but evil awaits at end of the South.”
On this particular day, they chose to walk the South path. This path was very pretty, with different seasons displayed along it the further you went. No one had ever gone to the end of it, for the Wisdom Tree of the central garden had once told the first people that lived there, “On the North, East, and West paths, you may go as far as you want, but evil awaits at end of the South.”
The Scarred Goddess Chapter 3
You mustn’t think I had forgotten about Shifa. Do you remember that I didn’t see her die? I wanted to find her. I wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive, but I promised myself that soon I would find out.
Some Random Facts About Me
Me = a crazy, brown-headed, giggling person who is obsessed with checking email and Apricotpie. Yup, that’s me in a nut-shell. If you’re not seriously thinking about reporting me to a psychologist by the time you reach the end of this list, you probably need that psychologist. Well, here are some random things about me.
1. I don’t talk a lot at home (all the people who know me are yelling, “Yeah right! How come we can’t ever get a word in edgeways when this person is at our houses?’) I do talk excessively when I’m at people’s houses, but at home….I think I’m quiet.
Love Victorious - Part Four
Chapter Thirteen: Disturbance at the Meeting
Through the Mist
It's a cold misty morning,
The sun is just rising,
She walks through the grass,
She walks in the dawn,
She stops by a rose bush,
She plucks a red rose,
As she smells,
The flowers sweetness,
Tears come to her eyes.
Looking at the rising sun,
She begins to cry.
Thinking of the bitter life she's led,
Thinking of her troubles,
Another sigh is heaved,
Another tear is shed.
A hand is laid upon her shoulder,
A comforting word said,
Her love has returned to her,