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| +Linden | Feb 21 2008, 03:29 PM Post #46 |
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awesomesauce
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hmm... that gem. |
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| ** Death's servant | Feb 21 2008, 03:41 PM Post #47 |
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Reflection
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Still good, keep writing |
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| ***eboy192 | Feb 26 2008, 08:27 PM Post #48 |
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Chapter 7 --- Milah's house was very warm and friendly. It was as if when I walked in I got a big hug and was fed with extremely great food. It was warm, but not so warm as to make me boil. I loved it here, and knew I could spend a while at this new home. My room was a very simple guest room, but I wanted nothing else. I didn't want to be any more of a bother than I had to, even though they were the nicest hosts I ever met. Jack would visit me every day; at the exact same time, too. Every so often I would visit him at work, but I felt much less safe after the night Father was taken. It was always the same; I would look out the window and see him walking up the driveway, and I would throw a petal out the window. (I had a beautiful pot of daisies by the window). That meant I was home. If I threw one out, he knew I was there and would run up to the window and hold my hand, before coming inside. He told me Milah and Simon didn't know about our relationship; but I suspected they had ideas about what was going on. One time, Milah knocked on my door when me and Jack were just sitting there hugging and she came in and turned around immediately. I thought I heard a slight chuckle under her breath, but it might have been nothing. The food was great, the house was fantastic, and Jack was perfect, as always. Why, then, was I feeling so sad? I was confused no matter what we were doing, and everyone took notice. At meals I would drop food for no apparent reason. What I couldn't get off my mind was the note my father had left me. Why did they come for him? What did he do? I had figured out that he probably wasn't the father I thought he was, but I still couldn't put the pieces together. I sat for hours on end simply thinking, and when people would walk in I wouldn't even acknowledge them until I came to a break point. That was, until one day when Simon came in. At first I noticed him even less than the others, because he was always quiet and secluded. Everyone else was gone but us two, and he appeared seeming almost ghostly at first. "Why are you crying?" He asked. I was about to respond that, in fact, I wasn't crying, when I felt a teardrop fall down my cheek. "I don't know," I replied, "so much has happened." He looked at me with a comforting smile. "I know things haven't been easy for you, the last few weeks, and Milah told me what happened with..." he paused. "Its ok," I answered to his acquiescent question, "you can say it." "Well, I just wanted to tell you I know how you feel right now. Milah and I, we lost our father when I was just five; she was eight, so she knows more than I do, but it was apparently the same fate that your father suffered; men came and took him away. Luckily, our mother was still around to take care of us until we were grown." I felt my constricted throat easing with each word he spoke; it was like he had been through what I felt. And yet, not the same, but I was ok with that because I knew he was just trying to help. I commented, "I never dreamed this could happen to anyone else besides me...I felt like I was...alone." At that point he got up and resumed his usual introverted carriage, and began to walk away towards the door. I started to say something, but it got caught in my throat. As he walked out the door, he turned, and once more our eyes locked. He said three simple words, which would echo with me for the rest of my days: "You're never alone." I would realize later how much that meant. For then, I went back to sitting and thinking for a while, and then stroked the emerald for a while. I thought to myself, 'Father wouldn't have known what to do either, but I must proceed. I have to move on.' |
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| + ****+Child of the Night | Feb 26 2008, 08:31 PM Post #49 |
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What is the price of freedom?
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Nice!!! I like Simon! |
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| ** Death's servant | Feb 26 2008, 08:46 PM Post #50 |
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It keeps getting better. Nice developement on Simon, very subtle, but brings implications. |
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| +Linden | Feb 26 2008, 08:47 PM Post #51 |
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awesomesauce
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Simon is too nice, in my opinion. I bet he's a double agent! :o |
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| ***eboy192 | Feb 26 2008, 08:51 PM Post #52 |
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haha =P well we'll just have to wait and see |
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| ***eboy192 | Mar 10 2008, 08:26 PM Post #53 |
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Chapter 8 --- Things were fine, for a time. Then came the fateful day I had my first run-in with the authorities. We were walking in the market. It was a fine day, sunny out, but slightly windy, so everyone was on edge from the chill. It was me, Jack, and Milah, all strolling along. We were talking about what we wanted for lunch; I felt like Italian, but both Milah and Jack wanted to get fast food. I despised fast food; way too uniform and mechanized; it was like each item was exactly the same as the last, and there was no originality. In real cooking, I told them, there was heart, and feeling put into the food, not mass production. We were about to walk into a fast food restaurant despite my lectures on personality, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a man who was about 6 feet tall, in a dark business suit with a walkie talkie in his pocket. I immediately stopped moving; it was one of the men from father’s kidnapping. Milah and Jack went ahead for a second before realizing my body was now as rigid as stone. “Are you ok?” Jack asked, eyeing my oddly. “No,” I replied, “I think I am seeing things…I need to sit down.” We sat down on a bench where I had a clear view of the man. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there at attention, every so often hearing a raspy voice in the walkie talkie and replying in form. Meanwhile, Milah was barraging me with questions, ranging from if I had a headache to whether my eyes were feeling dry. I didn’t respond, just stared at the man. It was as if I couldn’t take my gaze off him as hard as I tried. I suddenly felt my mind racing from observation to anger, and I pictured inside my mind myself running up and punching him. Then I noticed an umbrella stand with a stainless steel pole in it. Suddenly, my common sense took over and I thought about what I was thinking about doing. It was crazy; assaulting a most likely armed man who would easily be able to snap my neck if he pleased; that made no logical sense. And yet, I couldn’t deny the urge; I felt like I wanted to revert to my primal instincts and attack and hurt him for hurting me. Before I knew what I was doing I was up and running, with Jack running close behind and Milah; where was Milah? I looked over and saw her running away as fast as she could; I would deal with that later; now I had picked up the rod and my body was running itself towards the man at full speed. He turned just in time to be clothes lined by the pole, and he crumpled over into a heap of blacked out muscle. Immediately, people began to scream and run, and within seconds I heard the sirens of UFE trucks speeding down the crowded corridors. For what seemed like an eternity I stood there, with my sight blurred and my hearing dulled; it was as if time slowed down, and I was left to wander alone. I felt a chill, like an icy spear stabbing my heart, as I tried to grab out and touch people, while my body didn’t respond. Then my eyes started to slowly shut, and with my last gasp of air, I let out a whispered “I'm sorry”. I woke up a while later to Jack shaking my shoulders and saying “Elyse! Elyse!” My eyes opened, and I saw his eyes lock with mine, first with a feeling of fear and grief, and then suddenly they relaxed to a sigh of relief. We discussed what happened over a small breakfast in my bed, and I told him I didn’t remember a thing that happened besides a strong urge to hurt someone. Then I tried to explain that it wasn’t me, something took control of me. He said he understood, but I am not sure. Anyways, he gave me a kiss goodbye and ran off to work, and I was left to myself. I went over to my computer and checked my mail as I browsed the internet. I noticed something odd; an email from an anonymous address came in, with the subject line “From the broken king”. I slowly opened it, and immediately realized what it was. It was a poem, from my father, somewhere. It read: Are you there? My brightest star Don’t be scared Though am quite far I am still here As much in thought I keep back fear Of the pain they have brought You will open a door In the years to come You will find more To which you must succumb But until that day To you I say Please do not ever be afraid Of the choices in this life, you made. I read it over a few times before printing it out and adding it to all the others. He was out there. He was thinking of me. And I was going to find him. |
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| ** Death's servant | Mar 10 2008, 08:46 PM Post #54 |
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Wow...nice bit of action, that one's going to have some repricusions. |
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| +Linden | Mar 11 2008, 07:22 PM Post #55 |
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awesomesauce
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All these poems out of nowhere would be creepy. :mellow: |
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| ***eboy192 | Mar 11 2008, 07:36 PM Post #56 |
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They are meant to while seem sweet add a slightly unnerving element of surprise |
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| ** Death's servant | Mar 11 2008, 09:32 PM Post #57 |
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I like theb poem about the king. They are a nice touch, mskes you wonder at where they're coming from. The king was just nicely done in particular. |
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| girl anachronism | Oct 26 2008, 08:22 PM Post #58 |
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Try to remember
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WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS EARLIER????? That was FANTASTIC!!!! You are a phenomenal story writer!!!! |
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| ***eboy192 | Oct 27 2008, 08:04 PM Post #59 |
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haha woow its been so long...I stopped working on this because of writer's block... :( maybe after some more "Earthbound" i can come back to it B) |
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