1. I want to die on a beach
I want to die on a beach
Alone, the rain will pelt my smile
The tide engulfing my outstretched arms
The sand will wrap me up like a cocoon
When the lightning strikes, I will remember my life as it once was
The ocean will take my body and I will swim amongst the whales.
1: ...you've researched dragons more than geography.
2: ...you come up with stories surrounding names from street signs.
3: ...noises in the night scare you more because you invent a reason for them.
4: ...you've succeeded in creating your own version of english.
5: ...your friends aren't worried when you mention magic, death and war in normal conversation.
6: ...you have a secret christmas list for swords, armour and period clothing.
7: ...you have long conversations with yourself and your friends about whether or not magic is evil.
OOC: This story is based on the song Bloss by Mr Bill and Freddy Todd
Listen to it to get a mental image of what the story feels like.
EXT. ENCAMPMENT - HILL - DAY
The team crouches behind some rocks.
Tuor peeks over one of the boulders.
He exchanges a glance with Aerandir.
They all look at each other, and move towards the camp.
The team makes their way into a main tent.
Tuor, Lessien and Valandil stop by the tent opening and watch while Aerandir opens a small, wooden chest.
He pulls a stuffed animal and a carved statuette out of the chest.
The team looks hopefully at Aerandir.
BRIAN
Think this one’ll work?
TANNER
I dunno... I hope so.
OOC: I haven't posted or read anything on here in a long while. I feel kinda bad because I have writing projects I said would be continued. And I haven't... I'm writing this short story for two reasons: 1. I feel like I should post something , and 2. I had this idea that I really want written.
o.o.c: This chapter is extremely short, and I apologize.
It was not the feeling of flying through the air or the thought of falling that terrified Kamber so much. It was not what lay ahead either, but what was far behind. Kamber was frozen in fear at the thought of confronting his family and his past, as he knew he would have to if he continued on his current course. Even more than that, he was frozen in place by the thought of telling everyone who his father really was.
Pete paced around the island for the forty-second time.
"We're stuck here," he said, dejectedly swinging his wrench.
"No we're not. Look down there," J-Boy pointed over the side of the island.
Pete ran to look.