I am an Apricot In an ApricotPie And lest you forget, I’ll now explain why Apples are for school And teachers’ goodbyes But ‘Apricots are strange ‘ --A fact I belie— Does it really matter As long as we try? People are confused And tell Apricot lies “They can’t grow well there, Won’t be strong and spry,” But our Apricot juice Is not running dry Sweet and delicious, An endless supply I am an Apricot In this ApricotPie
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Chapter Six: Palet
Ariach swung again, thrusting at my side.
I swung with all my might, trying to knock his sword away. The collision of our blades rang out over the crowd’s roar.
Vibrations shook my blade, and it fell to the ground. Ariach's dagger remained fixed at my chest. I sank to my knees.
I was dead. There was no doubt about that. Ariach reached over and cut my helmet strap. He stared at me for a long time. I wondered what was going through his mind. A tear rolled down his cheek.
He bent down, raising his sword high-
And handed it to me.
I decided to start posting 2 chapters at a time because I have 20 written and it would take over a year posting one chapter a month... So here's chapters four and five... enjoy! :)
Chapter Four: Not Happy - Joyful
Two Years Later
Drums beat heavily outside Rakeyna’s walls.
Step into the river.
Step into eternity.
Water licks about my shoulders, tugging at my hair so it swirls about me like water weeds. I take one step, then another. Lopsided pebbles wiggle under my bare feet, threatening to push my feet away. Fish peer out from underneath the overhanging banks. One brushes against my legs, leaving only ripples to show its passage.
Chapter Three: That’s Why We’re Free
I was stuck on this for the longest time. Until one night, when I was supposed to be sleeping, the prologue came to me, and it worked out many of the glitches (many, not all, I discovered another one last night).
[This essay contains massive spoilers from Red, middle novel of Ted Dekker’s Circle Trilogy. DO NOT read if you haven’t read the book.]
When I first read Red, I thought it was really good, but found the character Justin confusing. His teachings of peace with the Scabs seemed heretical, while I sensed hypocrisy in the Great Romance.
But one scene changed that. It was the closest I’ve ever come to unity with a fictional character. My eyes sprang ahead…