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Guardian in SorrowLuna walked around the school building, keeping her feet steady. Then, she broke into a run, grinning as if the sun illuminated her. She snatched the silver clip that held back her hair and allowed her long black hair to flow behind her with the wind she created by running. The thought entered through her mind again and again that she was going back, back to see the fairies she had just discovered weeks before. She couldn't even believe her luck, even after close to a month, and with a laugh she thought, I never thought anything that fantastic would ever happen in my life. But... Fairies exist! Even if they are wingless and live underground- Her thoughts froze, cemented in place as she grabbed the wire fence.
There, just beyond where she stood, under the shade of an aged oak tree, was Samuel. His sunglasses sat on top of his dark hair as he stood, passionately kissing a girl with perfect brunette curls.
Luna gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth before the couple could hear h
TOU Chp 3 Repairing the ChainSeveral hours later, Amber was at home, dressed in a bright orange nightgown which complemented her deep red curls. Sitting in front of the desktop computer in the family room, she had her email open and was typing away furiously. The chain sat next to her left hand, the computer screen's light bouncing off the plastic.
Her twelve year old brother Peter came up behind Amber and leaned down, setting his chin on her head. "Ouch, that hurt, Peter!" she snapped at him, pushing his head up with one hand. She resumed typing as Peter stood up straight and rolled his eyes.
"What'cha writin'?" he asked.
"An email to Yugi," Amber replied simply.
"Yugi Moto? Your Japanese pen pal?"
"Yep!" Amber smiled as she finished another sentence. "It's amazing he and I have been friends this long, keeping in touch."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Okay... How long have you known each other again?"
Amber's fingers stopped typing as she thought. "Well... since we were both two or three, I guess, back when our family
is a peaceful place
on a large college campus
The dark ceiling of sky above you
Save for the hints
Of snow gray mountains ahead
Your words cling to you like rope
Never reaching another's ears
For the few that pass you are in groups
Or plug their ears with music
The light from the building glass
Reaches you, tries to pull you to it
With long, tender fingers
But you walk past, not heeding, looking up
The faint chill arms of the dark
Wrap around your arms and shoulders
A shawl, a comforter, a whispered song
Giving you a smiling solitude
is a dreaming place
on a large college campus
TOU Chp 2 - DiscoveriesAmber clutched the plastic-wrapped chain in her hand tightly to her as she approached her light blue house. Ok, as soon as I can I'll fix this chain! Maybe Mom has some links to replace the broken ones, or a way I can fix the broken pieces.
"Mom, I'm home!" she announced, shutting the front door behind her with her free hand.
"Hey, Amber, we're leaving in an hour, alright?" her mom called down to her from down the hall. She emerged from it and set some papers down on the counter. Amber looked like a younger version of her mom with rounder eyes; both mother and daughter had long red curls covering their backs, brown eyes, and freckled faces. "Can you go see what James and John are up to?"
"No prob, Mom!" Amber dropped her gray backpack ran down the stairs to where she figured her brothers would be, playing computer games.
An hour later, Amber sat in the front passenger seat of the brown minivan, staring out the window in her own thoughts. Another story idea had popped up during E
Tidbits of My Life - Sept. 28Scree. Scree. Scree.
Scree. Scree. Scree.
"Where's the fire alarm coming from this time?" I said to myself as the sound reached my ears. Walking towards the harsh shrill, eventually a blinking white light from a box-like brick building answered my question. I stood in the shade of the building for a while, watching people walk past or stand near the building. Most of them looked unconcerned about the alarm, either just walking past or talking and laughing with friends. Eventually, I decided to leave; the alarm ceased as I walked away.
Up ahead of me, I saw a familiar girl with long black hair and wearing a shirt with the name of my sci-fi/fantasy group on it. "Hi there!" I greeted her, using her online name.
She looked up and smiled. "Hey!" she replied.
"How are you?"
"Good. Are you going to Board Game Night tonight?"
"Yep!" I looked forward to Tuesday Board Game Nights.
"Awesome! I'll see you there!"
"See ya!" We continued walking in our separate ways, me smiling widely. After
Plotting A Date - AquashippingThe glorious song of the final school bell for the day pierce the classroom walls, singing into the ears of tired, bored, and excited students alike. Ryou Bakura had been one of the bored students, his long pale hair hanging over his face as he wrote something unrelated to his class notes in petite handwriting. It wasn't until he heard the lilting chatter of students around him that he lifted his head up and stopped writing. Quickly he slid his notebook and pen into the backpack sitting next to him. His gentle brown eyes scanned the room, on the lookout for any of the girls of his in-school fan club. The last thing he wanted was for even one of them to squeal and cling to his arm as they chattered on and on. With a relieved smile, Ryou smiled and stood up and his gaze fell on a familiar aqua-color haired girl talking to a brunette girl.
Both girls were his friends; Tea, the brunette, was a graceful dancer that cared a lot about her friends. The aqua-color haired girl, Catzi, mad
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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