This blog is meant as a place for me to put all the writing I have on my computer, onto the internet because my computer has a virus annd don't want this stuff to get deleted. I don't have a printer, so this is the only way. I also would like you to read and tell me what you thik. You don't have to read it all, just one of the pieces is fine for me. A lot of this is old or unfinished work that I had to put up or risk losing it.
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Queen
Maybe I should tell you,
the story of a queen.
Who loved her life,
or so it would seem.
Every day, she would go outside.
And spend the morning
in the high tide.
And every night,
she would see the sight
of the horizon
with the moon's great light.
But though she smiled all the time,
her thoughts were as bitter
as the peel of a lime.
Though her sadness well-hid,
whatever she did,
she still felt it,
every bit.
So as she walked
in the tide,
her soul slowly died.
And as she watched
the water's edge,
Her wall grew higher,
like an un-trimmed hedge.
When she finally lay down
and put away her crown,
she had no soul,
and her heart
it was blacker than coal.
She had built her wall,
all around so it couldn't fall,
and so when she died,
she had no feelings at all.
the story of a queen.
Who loved her life,
or so it would seem.
Every day, she would go outside.
And spend the morning
in the high tide.
And every night,
she would see the sight
of the horizon
with the moon's great light.
But though she smiled all the time,
her thoughts were as bitter
as the peel of a lime.
Though her sadness well-hid,
whatever she did,
she still felt it,
every bit.
So as she walked
in the tide,
her soul slowly died.
And as she watched
the water's edge,
Her wall grew higher,
like an un-trimmed hedge.
When she finally lay down
and put away her crown,
she had no soul,
and her heart
it was blacker than coal.
She had built her wall,
all around so it couldn't fall,
and so when she died,
she had no feelings at all.
Rumors (Unfinished)
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
~Edgar Allen Poe
Chapter one
Memories
Here you are, reading this book and thinking, "I wonder why I am reading this. . ."
The answer is simple. You saw the name and you thought about all the rumors you have had some connection with, and you thought this sounded interesting. Well, let me tell you that if you have been the creator or victim of a rumor or more, you will have some interest in what I am wishing to tell you. Here is my story. It is not very adventurous or couragious, but it is true. And though the truth is not always as interesting as a lie, it is still a tale that has some meaning. This is what I have to say.
I stood on the porch of my leeds house. It was raining hard. My step father, Jeffery, was sitting in a foldable camping chair behind me. "Bad wheather." He said, trying to break the silence.
"Yep." I said. I was not in the mood for chatting and I figured no matter what I said, this conversation would end badly. "I'm cold," I lied, "I am going inside." I was afraid he was going to insist that I stay out and watch the rain, but he simply made a noncomital sound and so I went back inside. The room was gloomy but it was not only because of the wheather. It was always gloomy in that house. The lighting was not that great. I looked over at my mom, who was sitting in front of the computer playing, Zama, a game she had become addicted to in the past few days.
"Hi, sweety." She said, not making the effort to turn around to see which 'sweety' she was greeting.
"Hi, mom." I said, not paying much more attention to her than she was to me. I walked through the computer room to the kitchen which was almost all made of light wood. I passed the Microwave and went past the bathroom that I knew had a big hole in the wall. Entered the Living Room and walked past the couch which almost faced the electric fireplace but not quite. I walked towards the back door, but just before I got to it, I turned left and entered the room I shared with my 14 year-old sister, Michelle.
From where I stood, I was facing one of the windows that had a dresser under it. On my right, there was a queen-sized bed with no frame, and to my left, was the entertainment center with a TV and a playstation one. I sat down on the bed and wished Michelle was home. Michelle was at school along with my older sister, Lizzie. They would be home in about an hour, but I knew it would seem much longer. I wondered what I should do while I waited. I went into the Living Room and turned on the TV. There was nothing good on so I turned it back off and headed to the computer room to talk to mom. As I entered, Jeffery burst throught the front door with eyes lit up with excitment.
"Did you hear it?" He asked and then, without waiting for an answer, he said, "Lightening struck a power pole outside! It was amazing!" he was almost jumping up and down with excitement.
I walked out behind him, excited but not excited enough to run in the house. Mom followed us, but it seemed she was not very interested at all. Outside Jeff pointed at the blown pole and I was amazed to see that there was not much to look at. It looked fine to me. "We should not have power, lets go in and check." Jeff turned around and walked almost into me. Luckily, I was used to this and moved out of his way to save his precious energy.
When we went inside we started trying lights.
We had not had any lights on before that, so we had to turn them on to check until mom pointed to the computer and said, "The computer is still on, so apparently, we still have power." We had not noticed that the computer was on until that moment, but then we turned and looked at it. Sure enough, the Zama main menu was staring at us with an eery light.
"That's odd." Jeff said, probably wondering in his head what to say to make it sound like he had known it all along.
I did not say anything because, even though I had information that could be useful to the discussion, I knew that a child's opinion was not worth acknowledging.
"Well, at least you have something to tell your sisters when they get home." Mom said to me.
"Yeah, that'll be great."
I left the room and headed back to my room. When I got to it, I went to the bed and laid down. I could barely breath with my face in the pillow, but I didn't care.
I must have slept for an hour because the next thing I knew, Michelle was putting her bookbag on the floor next to the dresser and saying my name over and over, trying to wake me up.
"Finally. I thought you would sleep forever!" She looked tired, I wondered what had happened at school.
"What a wonderful 'hello'." I said sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha." She actually giggled after she said it.
I got off the bed and went to her to hug her. She opened her arms wide and we embraced.
"I missed you." We said in unison.
When we released our hold on each other, we started talking. Aparrently she had gotten suspended for punching some girl and she had had to explain way too many times and that was why she looked so tired.
"Why did you punch her?" I asked.
"She slapped me."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'"
Suddenly Michelle started tickling me and we both fell onto the bed laughing. As breath started to seem impossible and I was laughing silently, Michelle stopped and I started to catch my breath.
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
~Edgar Allen Poe
Chapter one
Memories
Here you are, reading this book and thinking, "I wonder why I am reading this. . ."
The answer is simple. You saw the name and you thought about all the rumors you have had some connection with, and you thought this sounded interesting. Well, let me tell you that if you have been the creator or victim of a rumor or more, you will have some interest in what I am wishing to tell you. Here is my story. It is not very adventurous or couragious, but it is true. And though the truth is not always as interesting as a lie, it is still a tale that has some meaning. This is what I have to say.
I stood on the porch of my leeds house. It was raining hard. My step father, Jeffery, was sitting in a foldable camping chair behind me. "Bad wheather." He said, trying to break the silence.
"Yep." I said. I was not in the mood for chatting and I figured no matter what I said, this conversation would end badly. "I'm cold," I lied, "I am going inside." I was afraid he was going to insist that I stay out and watch the rain, but he simply made a noncomital sound and so I went back inside. The room was gloomy but it was not only because of the wheather. It was always gloomy in that house. The lighting was not that great. I looked over at my mom, who was sitting in front of the computer playing, Zama, a game she had become addicted to in the past few days.
"Hi, sweety." She said, not making the effort to turn around to see which 'sweety' she was greeting.
"Hi, mom." I said, not paying much more attention to her than she was to me. I walked through the computer room to the kitchen which was almost all made of light wood. I passed the Microwave and went past the bathroom that I knew had a big hole in the wall. Entered the Living Room and walked past the couch which almost faced the electric fireplace but not quite. I walked towards the back door, but just before I got to it, I turned left and entered the room I shared with my 14 year-old sister, Michelle.
From where I stood, I was facing one of the windows that had a dresser under it. On my right, there was a queen-sized bed with no frame, and to my left, was the entertainment center with a TV and a playstation one. I sat down on the bed and wished Michelle was home. Michelle was at school along with my older sister, Lizzie. They would be home in about an hour, but I knew it would seem much longer. I wondered what I should do while I waited. I went into the Living Room and turned on the TV. There was nothing good on so I turned it back off and headed to the computer room to talk to mom. As I entered, Jeffery burst throught the front door with eyes lit up with excitment.
"Did you hear it?" He asked and then, without waiting for an answer, he said, "Lightening struck a power pole outside! It was amazing!" he was almost jumping up and down with excitement.
I walked out behind him, excited but not excited enough to run in the house. Mom followed us, but it seemed she was not very interested at all. Outside Jeff pointed at the blown pole and I was amazed to see that there was not much to look at. It looked fine to me. "We should not have power, lets go in and check." Jeff turned around and walked almost into me. Luckily, I was used to this and moved out of his way to save his precious energy.
When we went inside we started trying lights.
We had not had any lights on before that, so we had to turn them on to check until mom pointed to the computer and said, "The computer is still on, so apparently, we still have power." We had not noticed that the computer was on until that moment, but then we turned and looked at it. Sure enough, the Zama main menu was staring at us with an eery light.
"That's odd." Jeff said, probably wondering in his head what to say to make it sound like he had known it all along.
I did not say anything because, even though I had information that could be useful to the discussion, I knew that a child's opinion was not worth acknowledging.
"Well, at least you have something to tell your sisters when they get home." Mom said to me.
"Yeah, that'll be great."
I left the room and headed back to my room. When I got to it, I went to the bed and laid down. I could barely breath with my face in the pillow, but I didn't care.
I must have slept for an hour because the next thing I knew, Michelle was putting her bookbag on the floor next to the dresser and saying my name over and over, trying to wake me up.
"Finally. I thought you would sleep forever!" She looked tired, I wondered what had happened at school.
"What a wonderful 'hello'." I said sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha." She actually giggled after she said it.
I got off the bed and went to her to hug her. She opened her arms wide and we embraced.
"I missed you." We said in unison.
When we released our hold on each other, we started talking. Aparrently she had gotten suspended for punching some girl and she had had to explain way too many times and that was why she looked so tired.
"Why did you punch her?" I asked.
"She slapped me."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'"
Suddenly Michelle started tickling me and we both fell onto the bed laughing. As breath started to seem impossible and I was laughing silently, Michelle stopped and I started to catch my breath.
After Death
"By the power vested in me-"
those were the last words I heard before I was plunged into the dark abis of death that is now my home.
Words make no sound,
there is no wind.
you feel no movement anywhere around,
and your soul you cannot mend.
Love is a myth,
hatred is life.
Every minute you sink deeper into depression.
You cannot escape,
you cannot see.
nothing, will your fingers scrape,
this is the home of the banshee.
You think this is death?
You are badly mistaken.
No, this is hell,
this is the home you have taken.
I have resided in this empty place for so long,
I have no voice.
It is my fault I did my life wrong,
and now I have no choice.
those were the last words I heard before I was plunged into the dark abis of death that is now my home.
Words make no sound,
there is no wind.
you feel no movement anywhere around,
and your soul you cannot mend.
Love is a myth,
hatred is life.
Every minute you sink deeper into depression.
You cannot escape,
you cannot see.
nothing, will your fingers scrape,
this is the home of the banshee.
You think this is death?
You are badly mistaken.
No, this is hell,
this is the home you have taken.
I have resided in this empty place for so long,
I have no voice.
It is my fault I did my life wrong,
and now I have no choice.
World
got a loving world
got to see it through
wanna give it to you
but I feel so blue
why am I talkin' so dang fast
when i really want this to last
I wish I could go into the past
and change the cast
of this ever-changing world
I never gave you a fee
for lovin' me
but I did give you the key
to my heart so you could see
why my words move so fast
got to see it through
wanna give it to you
but I feel so blue
why am I talkin' so dang fast
when i really want this to last
I wish I could go into the past
and change the cast
of this ever-changing world
I never gave you a fee
for lovin' me
but I did give you the key
to my heart so you could see
why my words move so fast
The year the Devil took over (Unfinished)
My name is Hellen and I have a story to tell you that will be disturbing and frightening. It has been nearly fifteen years since the devil took over my soul. It was a horrible experience. It was like being in a trance- but I am getting ahead of myself. I will go back to the beginning of this whole mess, I was five-years-old. It was Thanksgiving morning and I wanted to help my mother in the kitchen. I walked in and said, "Hi mommy! Can I help?" She looked at me with her bright blue eyes, wavy pale blonde hair, and pale complexion, so much different than my strait black hair cut off at my elbow, tan complexion, and emerald colored eyes that I later turned blue with contacts that I did not need.
My mother then said with a bit of hesitation, " Okay, sweetheart. " Why don’t you help me light the wood stove?" She said as she motioned for me to go over and get the matches.
"You want me to help with the wood stove?" I asked in surprise, (my mother had never let me help her with the wood stove in fear I might burn myself badly). "I thought you wouldn’t let me help you with the wood stove until I was eight," I was truly surprised at her decision because my mother was not the kind of person you would expect to be lenient. She stood by all of her rules as if she had a knife at her throat ready to cut if she did not.
" I think it is best for you to just try it," she said in a pleading voice as I had never heard her use in my life. But what I did not know at the time was that she was testing me for something that would reveal secrets that I myself did not know at the time.
"Okay, I guess..." I said in an unsure voice as I went to do her bidding and get the matches out. I went over to the old black wood stove that I had had nightmares where I was looking at it with wonder and it would suddenly burst into flame! I had this dream many times, but in my dream it always felt as though it had never happened before.
I walked toward the wood stove, looking at it as if it really would burst into flames any minute. "Are you sure I can’t just stir the gravy?" I asked in the same pleading tone my mother had used, " I mean we can always wait until I turn eight."
" no." She said in an impatient tone that was so unlike her usual, calm voice. " you are old enough."
So I lit the match after a few try’s, ( I had never lit a match in my life) and then all of a sudden I felt older, but in a good way, as if I had just turned six. But then the match went out -as old matches do, and these were old- and I got so mad that I stuffed my hands in the little stove, feeling a spark as if I had just had a static shock, and the stove- the part that was supposed to- burst into flames, my little five-year-old hands still inside, but not being at all effected by the orange and yellow flames that engulfed them. My mother looked scared and somehow unsurprised. I took my hands out of the flames, feeling the warmth that was somewhat pleasurable disappear. "Mommy?" I said, in a frightened voice. "What’s the matter?" I new well what was the matter, I had just started a fire with my bare hands and lived to tell the tale. Who would not be scared?
" I am sorry." she looked at me sadly, "you are gifted with the same thing your mother was."
" But you are my mommy!" I said it in a voice that was still pleading, " I know you look different, but that just happens sometimes!" even as I said it I new that it was a lost cause. I had at times thought that it might be, but I had always forced the thought from my head, saying it could not be true. But now I was being proven wrong by the only one I could trust to know, considering the fact that my father- or at least who I had thought was my father up until then- had died in a car crash when I was 2-years-old.
"I’m sorry I did not tell you earlier, your um- adopted father and I found you in the forest on our honey-moon and decided to keep you." she said it with tears running down her face, her eyes red and puffy. " we loved you then and I love you now like a daughter!"
" Like a daughter," I repeated bitterly. " You lied to me!" I screamed at her, my five-year-old fury building as I screamed on, "you told me stories when I was scared, about when I was a baby!" now I was really mad, " and then I find out that you didn’t even know about me then?" I know I should have been more thoughtful at the fact that she was trying as hard as she could, but at five it is not likely that I would think of anyone’s well-being but my own. " I never want to see you again!" I yelled, as I ran up the stairs to my room and threw myself onto the bed sobbing until my throat was sore.
I heard a knock on the door and I heard the person I once thought to be my mother say, " Hellen, dear, I have some more truths to tell you." I felt sorry for her and yet I waited a little longer before I let her in. " can I come in?" I wanted to scream at her and say I never wanted to see her, again. But instead I let her go on until I could collect myself. " I’m really sorry." she said it as though that would make it all better, but it didn’t. I was still ‘found’, I was still just some dumb thing that you find somewhere. Even as all this was racing through my mind I could still hear that voice outside my door and I was getting sick of it.
I sighed, " come in." I said in a quiet voice that I was amazed she heard.
She walked in and sat on the bed beside me. " I really am sorry for not telling you sooner," she said in a soothing voice that did it’s job more than I had thought it would. " I know it is hard to find out something like this, especially considering what just happened." now she held me close, saying all of this in a low voice. " I also know that it is hard to talk about, but we need to talk about it." she looked at me, grief making her eyes shimmer with tears. " I wish I had told you sooner."
I looked into her tear-filled eyes and said, " I know you do," I paused and then said, "I’m sorry I yelled, I’m sorry I got mad at you." I could see her crystal blue eyes catch a hint of happiness at the thought that I might have forgiven her.
" Oh honey, I don’t deserve your apology." she said more sadly than I had thought she would have. " I don’t deserve for you to forgive me," that was hard to hear, but the next thing was even worse, " I don’t even deserve for you to love me." by then that little spark of happiness was gone and replaced by complete and total sorrow .
" you’re wrong, mommy!" I said louder than I meant to, " you deserve my love and my forgiveness too." -as a child people were amazed by my vocabulary- now I could see her eyes light up and she looked like she was just about to say something, but I was not finished. " I know you feel bad, and I know it’s all my fault!"
I started to cry and she cuddled me even closer in her arms, laughing and crying at the same time. " It’s not your fault, honey." she said, copying her soothing tone she had used earlier. " it is my fault entirely, I should have told you about your real life sooner." Right at that point she paused for a long moment, but finally started talking again, telling me of my true life as far as she new it. " your fath- um, my husband and I were on our honeymoon on the Smoky Mountains," she paused again and looked at me, probably wondering how I was taking it. When I didn’t answer she went on, "we decided to take a hike and found a sign that said, ‘NO ENTRANCE’,but we decided to go there anyway." she paused again and made sure I wasn’t going to say anything before going on, " We walked along a trail that led through deep woods and that finally ended in a lush, green meadow that would take your breathe away at it’s beautiful scent’s of flowers of so many kinds I could not even name them all, though I win awards for things like that." She smiled then at the thought of the awards she had won for her wonderful way with flowers.
" Go on." I said impatiently. My so-called-mother looked at me and I sighed. " I’m sorry." I said feeling bad that I had been pushy.
" Don’t be, it is fine. Oh! And while we have paused in the story," She looked at me to make sure it was ok for her to wait a second, and I nodded (regretfully,) in consent. " Since you have found out that I am not your mother, you can call me Sara." That surprised me a whole lot. "What if I don’t want to call you Sara?" I asked, "what if I want to call you something else?" She looked at me in just as much surprise as I had and said, "well, it depends on what it is, like if it is a bad name, although I probably deserve it." She said that part more to herself, "what do you want to call me?"
" I want to call you mommy!" I said, and I burst into tears, and so did my mother. "I want you to be my mommy!" I said the last part in a voice that was muffled by my mother’s shoulder.
"I know you do, and I wish I could give that to you!" that touched my heart, "I can’t give you that though, but you can still call me mommy if you want." That made me happier, but then I remembered something.
"I’m sorry, but can we get back to the story?" I hated to do that, but I really did want to learn the history of my life. "Mommy." I added for good measure.
"I suppose we can," she said in a still happy voice.
"Now lets see, where was I?" She thought for a while, but could not seem to remember.
She looked at me as though she thought I would tell her, which I did, "you were telling me about the flowers in the meadow thingy." I told her.
"Oh yes, now I remember," she did not seem very happy about remembering, but then, it was a hurtful subject.
"Mommy?" I looked into her eyes, which were the main things that were showing emotion. " Thank you." Though I could have meant anything in that simple ‘thank you’, my mother understood instantly that I meant everything she had done in the past few hours. "Now, I’m sorry, but can you keep telling me the story?" I knew that I was being a little impatient, but not many 5-year-olds are patient.
" Of course, Honey." She sounded hurt, but an impatient five-year-old would care about nothing until they were satisfied that they had gotten what they wanted. "Now, as we entered, we paused to catch our breath," as if she were acting out the story, she paused and looked at me with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "And as we did, a beautiful young woman stepped out of a particularly high patch of flowers-" at that point I tugged at her sleeve and said,
"what does ‘par-tic-ular-ly’ mean?"
She smiled a little brighter at that and said, "it is kind of like a detail," I looked at her blankly, and so she tried using an example, " in that sentence, I might have said ‘one of the larger patches of flowers’, but ‘particularly’ was much shorter, wasn’t it?
I thought about it for a second and when I finally figured it out I nodded, " now I get it!" I exclaimed, proud that I had understood.
Mother looked at me and smiled more than she had since the ‘accident’ with the stove.
"The woman looked just like you," she paused, trying to remember if she was correct in that small detail, and when she was satisfied she went on, " we were very shocked at seeing someone there, but we assumed she was a worker, though we did not know how anyone could work in her beautiful emerald colored dress with gold embroidery, the dress matched her eyes so well that we figured it was made just for her." At that point she stopped, looking as though she were deep in thought, " she walked right up to us and said in a beautiful, clear voice, ‘I thought perhaps someone would decide to ignore that sign.’ she did not look like she disapproved us being there, and so we said so and she replied, ‘I wished for the right person to come here so that I could show them something.’ we were very surprised at this statement," mother glanced at me as if she were thinking about something she was trying to hide from me. "We were so surprised when she beckoned us to follow her that for a minute we did not move, but when she beckoned again, we followed, through the large patch of flowers that she had come out of and up a hill. On our way up it, the lady started to talk again after at least ten minutes of silence, ‘I have been very rude, I was so very eager to show you the ‘gift’, that I forgot introductions, my name is Gwyneth Miranda, daughter of fire, and you are?’ we looked at her for a second, (more like stared at her!) And then replied. I replied, ‘my name is Sara Montgomery, um.... daughter of Alice Donaldson, and this is my husband, Cameron Montgomery, sun of Christopher Montgomery.’ I then asked a question that seemed the most important for some reason, ‘ why do you introduce yourself like that, naming your mother?’ she looked at me with a surprised look on her face, ‘ why, you did it too, well, I suppose you were only trying to mimic me,’ at the word ‘trying’ I stood up as strait as possible on a hill, and said, ‘what do you mean ‘trying’? She laughed a small beautiful laugh that was as merry as birds singing, ‘I did not name my mother, I simply named my power.’ I gawked at her and then said-" my mother looked at me as though I were a ghost and said, "why, honey! You’re as pale as a ghost!" that explained it right there. I had turned white at the mention of my mother and had not completely gained all my color yet.
"It’s ok mommy, I’m just happy to know about my , um. . . other mommy." I knew that it was not very realistic, but it was all I could think of. "Can we get back to the story?" I asked, I was starting to get hungry and I did not want to interrupt the story by saying anything. "Well, before we start, how long will the story last, mommy?"
Mother looked at me curiously, and then replied, "well, I’m not entirely sure. . .we can take a brake if you want."
I thought about the fact that I did not ask for her to pause the story, therefore I would look less like I did not want to know the story (which I did.), so I decided that we would take a brake, "oh, ok. . . but only for a little bit." So we went down stairs and just then we heard a knock at the door.
We looked at each other and mom said, "I am afraid our guests have started to arrive." she laughed a short, mirthless laugh, and then she went to open the door. "Who is it?" She asked when the knock came again.
"Guess who." A mysterious, beautiful voice said through the door. mom stopped dead in her tracks, and I was suddenly glad that mom was not holding anything because she would have dropped it if she had. "I will not wait all day, you know." It came again, that beautiful, elegant and somewhat sorrowful voice that, now that I thought about it, sounded familiar, but the kind of familiar that is from years ago.
Just then I noticed that mom had gotten to the door and was standing there holding the door knob almost as if she were trying to keep the owner of the voice out. I calmly walked over towards the door, gently moved Sara away from the door and opened it. For a moment I thought I was looking at an older version of me, tall, beautiful, elegant in her emerald green silk dress that nearly dragged on the floor and that matched her eyes so perfectly I could not believe it. Her black hair was longer than mine, but only by an inch or so. Her skin was pale just like mine, but the thing that caught my attention the most, was a beautiful diamond covered pin, set in silver, of an eagle with emeralds for her-for some reason I new that it was a female eagle, though I did not know how- eyes that, once again, matched the color of the woman’s eyes, that right now were eyeing the inside of the house impatiently.
"Oh! I’m sorry, come in!" I said, opening the door wider so that she could come in. " I would ask to take your coat," I said, "but you are not wearing one."
"Then we shall just have to fix that." Just then a beautiful sort of a wrap appeared with a wave of her hand. It was a lighter green than her dress, but it seemed to match perfectly. She then handed it to me as if it were normal to have it just appear out of thin air. I just stared at it. After about ten seconds, I took it slowly, saying, " How did you do that?!" she looked somewhat surprised as she glanced at Sara, who had finally recovered from her shock and who was staring at her feet guiltily, "I see you have not told her," the beautiful woman said, "if you won’t tell her, then I will."
" mommy was just telling me about when you gave me to her." I said in an accusing voice, "did you even miss me when mommy left?"
She looked at me in surprise. "Why, Andrea!" She exclaimed, "you do not understand, I had to hide you!" she looked very surprised that I did not know that she had to so-called "hide" me.
"We did not get that far in the story," Sara said as she looked up timidly, "we were going downstairs to check on the food and to take a break."
The lady glared at Sara and said, "she should not have been told even as little as you decided to blurt!" she seemed even more furious by now, "why in all the world would you break the vows you took?" she looked like she wanted to stare a hole through Sara, she turned to look at me and then turned her glare at a plastic cup that I had accidentally left on the little table in the walkway, and as she glared, it started to smoke and wither and finally melt into a pool of clear liquid that sort of looked like steaming water. "There, that is better, now, remember how I told you it was necessary to tell her of her powers, but not of her past?" she scolded Sara, "you have no idea what danger Andrea could be in if the wrong person ever found out what you’ve started to tell her."
"My name is not Andrea!" I yelled,"it is Hellen!" I was getting mad at being talked about as if I were not there. "And if you want to tell me about how I started a fire with my bare hands, then I will be in my room!" with that, I ran upstairs and repeated what I had done earlier by slamming my door, throwing myself onto the bed, and crying my heart out.
"Oh great! Now look what you’ve done!" Sara said, "for your information, that is the second time she has run up there and started crying, and both of them were caused by you!" Sara felt her anger rising, she did not have what it took to beat this woman up, she wanted to try, but she did not for Hellen’s sake.
"Now how could I have caused the first without even being here?" said Gwyneth, (for that was who this beautiful woman was).
"It was your secret that I had kept! If it weren’t for you I would not even have that secret!" Sara yelled, letting her very rare temper get the better of her, "the poor girl just found out that she was adopted! She is only five and yet you act like she is supposed to be able to take it!"
She saw the calm look on Gwyneth’s face and was about to say something about it, but Gwyneth spoke first, "I understand you are angry, but it is just as much your fault as it is mine," she said in a voice that matched her face, "now, Andrea is up there crying, should we go and comfort her?" She seemed unsure what to do, which surprised Sara, but she decided that maybe, since it was Gwyneth’s fault that Hellen was up there, Gwyneth should be the one to go up and calm and comfort Hellen.
"I think you should go up there, I will stay down here and take care of the food." Sara could see the surprised look on Gwyneth’s face, which disappeared quickly after it appeared.
"I suppose I could..." said Gwyneth.
I could hear my adopted mother and my real mother arguing downstairs, but I could not hear what they were saying. I had stopped crying after only about 12 seconds after I landed on my bed because I was trying to listen to what they were saying, suddenly I realized that the arguing had stopped, and then I heard a knock on the door,
"Andre- Hellen? It is Gwyneth, may I come in?" I heard that mysterious voice say through the door.
"I suppose so," I said, not really wanting her to, but I was kind of curious about her. Gwyneth opened the door and I noticed that she was now wearing very flowing pants that were so baggy, they looked like vintage, which I loved, I also noticed a couple of other things about her, 1. She was wearing a shirt that was green and also baggy, and that the outfit was all the color of her eyes, like all of her clothes I had seen her in, and she was also wearing a thin gold chain with a golden locket that had an emerald-it figures-embedded in the front of it.
"What is in that locket, if I may ask?" It seemed amazingly captivating for some unknown reason.
"Why, you are wonderfully observant, and, since you are my daughter, (though I know you were unaware of that) then, yes, you may." She walked swiftly towards the bed, sat on the edge, and opened the locket with a touch of the finger, there, on one side of the locket, there was a picture of a young man, who, at first glance, looked somewhat like me, though he had eyes that were a stunningly dark color, "that is your father, he was a great man, but he ran off when he found out that I was pregnant with you, and he vowed that when you were 12, that he would take you from me," she looked so sad, and she glanced at me and then back at the locket, "well, what is done is done, no use in crying over the past," she looked at the other side of the locket, it was a picture of herself, only a little younger, "I suppose, by the recognition on your face, you know that is me," and then, when I nodded, she did something that I did not expect, she lifted the side of the locket that had a picture of her and I found out that it was on hinges and that she flipped it like a page. There, on the other side of her picture, was a picture of a somewhat younger Sara, but she skipped right over that, there, on the other side, was a picture of a smiling baby with eyes just like emeralds, "that is you," she said in a proud voice, "I was so happy the day you were born, you don’t understand how hard it was for me to let you go." tears started to fill her eyes and I could not take seeing this beautiful woman, who, just seconds ago, had claimed to be my true mother, cry.
"Don’t cry, I know now how hard it must have been and I am sorry I got so mad!" I said, and just then, I decided to hug her, and you should have seen the look of surprisal!
My mother then said with a bit of hesitation, " Okay, sweetheart. " Why don’t you help me light the wood stove?" She said as she motioned for me to go over and get the matches.
"You want me to help with the wood stove?" I asked in surprise, (my mother had never let me help her with the wood stove in fear I might burn myself badly). "I thought you wouldn’t let me help you with the wood stove until I was eight," I was truly surprised at her decision because my mother was not the kind of person you would expect to be lenient. She stood by all of her rules as if she had a knife at her throat ready to cut if she did not.
" I think it is best for you to just try it," she said in a pleading voice as I had never heard her use in my life. But what I did not know at the time was that she was testing me for something that would reveal secrets that I myself did not know at the time.
"Okay, I guess..." I said in an unsure voice as I went to do her bidding and get the matches out. I went over to the old black wood stove that I had had nightmares where I was looking at it with wonder and it would suddenly burst into flame! I had this dream many times, but in my dream it always felt as though it had never happened before.
I walked toward the wood stove, looking at it as if it really would burst into flames any minute. "Are you sure I can’t just stir the gravy?" I asked in the same pleading tone my mother had used, " I mean we can always wait until I turn eight."
" no." She said in an impatient tone that was so unlike her usual, calm voice. " you are old enough."
So I lit the match after a few try’s, ( I had never lit a match in my life) and then all of a sudden I felt older, but in a good way, as if I had just turned six. But then the match went out -as old matches do, and these were old- and I got so mad that I stuffed my hands in the little stove, feeling a spark as if I had just had a static shock, and the stove- the part that was supposed to- burst into flames, my little five-year-old hands still inside, but not being at all effected by the orange and yellow flames that engulfed them. My mother looked scared and somehow unsurprised. I took my hands out of the flames, feeling the warmth that was somewhat pleasurable disappear. "Mommy?" I said, in a frightened voice. "What’s the matter?" I new well what was the matter, I had just started a fire with my bare hands and lived to tell the tale. Who would not be scared?
" I am sorry." she looked at me sadly, "you are gifted with the same thing your mother was."
" But you are my mommy!" I said it in a voice that was still pleading, " I know you look different, but that just happens sometimes!" even as I said it I new that it was a lost cause. I had at times thought that it might be, but I had always forced the thought from my head, saying it could not be true. But now I was being proven wrong by the only one I could trust to know, considering the fact that my father- or at least who I had thought was my father up until then- had died in a car crash when I was 2-years-old.
"I’m sorry I did not tell you earlier, your um- adopted father and I found you in the forest on our honey-moon and decided to keep you." she said it with tears running down her face, her eyes red and puffy. " we loved you then and I love you now like a daughter!"
" Like a daughter," I repeated bitterly. " You lied to me!" I screamed at her, my five-year-old fury building as I screamed on, "you told me stories when I was scared, about when I was a baby!" now I was really mad, " and then I find out that you didn’t even know about me then?" I know I should have been more thoughtful at the fact that she was trying as hard as she could, but at five it is not likely that I would think of anyone’s well-being but my own. " I never want to see you again!" I yelled, as I ran up the stairs to my room and threw myself onto the bed sobbing until my throat was sore.
I heard a knock on the door and I heard the person I once thought to be my mother say, " Hellen, dear, I have some more truths to tell you." I felt sorry for her and yet I waited a little longer before I let her in. " can I come in?" I wanted to scream at her and say I never wanted to see her, again. But instead I let her go on until I could collect myself. " I’m really sorry." she said it as though that would make it all better, but it didn’t. I was still ‘found’, I was still just some dumb thing that you find somewhere. Even as all this was racing through my mind I could still hear that voice outside my door and I was getting sick of it.
I sighed, " come in." I said in a quiet voice that I was amazed she heard.
She walked in and sat on the bed beside me. " I really am sorry for not telling you sooner," she said in a soothing voice that did it’s job more than I had thought it would. " I know it is hard to find out something like this, especially considering what just happened." now she held me close, saying all of this in a low voice. " I also know that it is hard to talk about, but we need to talk about it." she looked at me, grief making her eyes shimmer with tears. " I wish I had told you sooner."
I looked into her tear-filled eyes and said, " I know you do," I paused and then said, "I’m sorry I yelled, I’m sorry I got mad at you." I could see her crystal blue eyes catch a hint of happiness at the thought that I might have forgiven her.
" Oh honey, I don’t deserve your apology." she said more sadly than I had thought she would have. " I don’t deserve for you to forgive me," that was hard to hear, but the next thing was even worse, " I don’t even deserve for you to love me." by then that little spark of happiness was gone and replaced by complete and total sorrow .
" you’re wrong, mommy!" I said louder than I meant to, " you deserve my love and my forgiveness too." -as a child people were amazed by my vocabulary- now I could see her eyes light up and she looked like she was just about to say something, but I was not finished. " I know you feel bad, and I know it’s all my fault!"
I started to cry and she cuddled me even closer in her arms, laughing and crying at the same time. " It’s not your fault, honey." she said, copying her soothing tone she had used earlier. " it is my fault entirely, I should have told you about your real life sooner." Right at that point she paused for a long moment, but finally started talking again, telling me of my true life as far as she new it. " your fath- um, my husband and I were on our honeymoon on the Smoky Mountains," she paused again and looked at me, probably wondering how I was taking it. When I didn’t answer she went on, "we decided to take a hike and found a sign that said, ‘NO ENTRANCE’,but we decided to go there anyway." she paused again and made sure I wasn’t going to say anything before going on, " We walked along a trail that led through deep woods and that finally ended in a lush, green meadow that would take your breathe away at it’s beautiful scent’s of flowers of so many kinds I could not even name them all, though I win awards for things like that." She smiled then at the thought of the awards she had won for her wonderful way with flowers.
" Go on." I said impatiently. My so-called-mother looked at me and I sighed. " I’m sorry." I said feeling bad that I had been pushy.
" Don’t be, it is fine. Oh! And while we have paused in the story," She looked at me to make sure it was ok for her to wait a second, and I nodded (regretfully,) in consent. " Since you have found out that I am not your mother, you can call me Sara." That surprised me a whole lot. "What if I don’t want to call you Sara?" I asked, "what if I want to call you something else?" She looked at me in just as much surprise as I had and said, "well, it depends on what it is, like if it is a bad name, although I probably deserve it." She said that part more to herself, "what do you want to call me?"
" I want to call you mommy!" I said, and I burst into tears, and so did my mother. "I want you to be my mommy!" I said the last part in a voice that was muffled by my mother’s shoulder.
"I know you do, and I wish I could give that to you!" that touched my heart, "I can’t give you that though, but you can still call me mommy if you want." That made me happier, but then I remembered something.
"I’m sorry, but can we get back to the story?" I hated to do that, but I really did want to learn the history of my life. "Mommy." I added for good measure.
"I suppose we can," she said in a still happy voice.
"Now lets see, where was I?" She thought for a while, but could not seem to remember.
She looked at me as though she thought I would tell her, which I did, "you were telling me about the flowers in the meadow thingy." I told her.
"Oh yes, now I remember," she did not seem very happy about remembering, but then, it was a hurtful subject.
"Mommy?" I looked into her eyes, which were the main things that were showing emotion. " Thank you." Though I could have meant anything in that simple ‘thank you’, my mother understood instantly that I meant everything she had done in the past few hours. "Now, I’m sorry, but can you keep telling me the story?" I knew that I was being a little impatient, but not many 5-year-olds are patient.
" Of course, Honey." She sounded hurt, but an impatient five-year-old would care about nothing until they were satisfied that they had gotten what they wanted. "Now, as we entered, we paused to catch our breath," as if she were acting out the story, she paused and looked at me with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "And as we did, a beautiful young woman stepped out of a particularly high patch of flowers-" at that point I tugged at her sleeve and said,
"what does ‘par-tic-ular-ly’ mean?"
She smiled a little brighter at that and said, "it is kind of like a detail," I looked at her blankly, and so she tried using an example, " in that sentence, I might have said ‘one of the larger patches of flowers’, but ‘particularly’ was much shorter, wasn’t it?
I thought about it for a second and when I finally figured it out I nodded, " now I get it!" I exclaimed, proud that I had understood.
Mother looked at me and smiled more than she had since the ‘accident’ with the stove.
"The woman looked just like you," she paused, trying to remember if she was correct in that small detail, and when she was satisfied she went on, " we were very shocked at seeing someone there, but we assumed she was a worker, though we did not know how anyone could work in her beautiful emerald colored dress with gold embroidery, the dress matched her eyes so well that we figured it was made just for her." At that point she stopped, looking as though she were deep in thought, " she walked right up to us and said in a beautiful, clear voice, ‘I thought perhaps someone would decide to ignore that sign.’ she did not look like she disapproved us being there, and so we said so and she replied, ‘I wished for the right person to come here so that I could show them something.’ we were very surprised at this statement," mother glanced at me as if she were thinking about something she was trying to hide from me. "We were so surprised when she beckoned us to follow her that for a minute we did not move, but when she beckoned again, we followed, through the large patch of flowers that she had come out of and up a hill. On our way up it, the lady started to talk again after at least ten minutes of silence, ‘I have been very rude, I was so very eager to show you the ‘gift’, that I forgot introductions, my name is Gwyneth Miranda, daughter of fire, and you are?’ we looked at her for a second, (more like stared at her!) And then replied. I replied, ‘my name is Sara Montgomery, um.... daughter of Alice Donaldson, and this is my husband, Cameron Montgomery, sun of Christopher Montgomery.’ I then asked a question that seemed the most important for some reason, ‘ why do you introduce yourself like that, naming your mother?’ she looked at me with a surprised look on her face, ‘ why, you did it too, well, I suppose you were only trying to mimic me,’ at the word ‘trying’ I stood up as strait as possible on a hill, and said, ‘what do you mean ‘trying’? She laughed a small beautiful laugh that was as merry as birds singing, ‘I did not name my mother, I simply named my power.’ I gawked at her and then said-" my mother looked at me as though I were a ghost and said, "why, honey! You’re as pale as a ghost!" that explained it right there. I had turned white at the mention of my mother and had not completely gained all my color yet.
"It’s ok mommy, I’m just happy to know about my , um. . . other mommy." I knew that it was not very realistic, but it was all I could think of. "Can we get back to the story?" I asked, I was starting to get hungry and I did not want to interrupt the story by saying anything. "Well, before we start, how long will the story last, mommy?"
Mother looked at me curiously, and then replied, "well, I’m not entirely sure. . .we can take a brake if you want."
I thought about the fact that I did not ask for her to pause the story, therefore I would look less like I did not want to know the story (which I did.), so I decided that we would take a brake, "oh, ok. . . but only for a little bit." So we went down stairs and just then we heard a knock at the door.
We looked at each other and mom said, "I am afraid our guests have started to arrive." she laughed a short, mirthless laugh, and then she went to open the door. "Who is it?" She asked when the knock came again.
"Guess who." A mysterious, beautiful voice said through the door. mom stopped dead in her tracks, and I was suddenly glad that mom was not holding anything because she would have dropped it if she had. "I will not wait all day, you know." It came again, that beautiful, elegant and somewhat sorrowful voice that, now that I thought about it, sounded familiar, but the kind of familiar that is from years ago.
Just then I noticed that mom had gotten to the door and was standing there holding the door knob almost as if she were trying to keep the owner of the voice out. I calmly walked over towards the door, gently moved Sara away from the door and opened it. For a moment I thought I was looking at an older version of me, tall, beautiful, elegant in her emerald green silk dress that nearly dragged on the floor and that matched her eyes so perfectly I could not believe it. Her black hair was longer than mine, but only by an inch or so. Her skin was pale just like mine, but the thing that caught my attention the most, was a beautiful diamond covered pin, set in silver, of an eagle with emeralds for her-for some reason I new that it was a female eagle, though I did not know how- eyes that, once again, matched the color of the woman’s eyes, that right now were eyeing the inside of the house impatiently.
"Oh! I’m sorry, come in!" I said, opening the door wider so that she could come in. " I would ask to take your coat," I said, "but you are not wearing one."
"Then we shall just have to fix that." Just then a beautiful sort of a wrap appeared with a wave of her hand. It was a lighter green than her dress, but it seemed to match perfectly. She then handed it to me as if it were normal to have it just appear out of thin air. I just stared at it. After about ten seconds, I took it slowly, saying, " How did you do that?!" she looked somewhat surprised as she glanced at Sara, who had finally recovered from her shock and who was staring at her feet guiltily, "I see you have not told her," the beautiful woman said, "if you won’t tell her, then I will."
" mommy was just telling me about when you gave me to her." I said in an accusing voice, "did you even miss me when mommy left?"
She looked at me in surprise. "Why, Andrea!" She exclaimed, "you do not understand, I had to hide you!" she looked very surprised that I did not know that she had to so-called "hide" me.
"We did not get that far in the story," Sara said as she looked up timidly, "we were going downstairs to check on the food and to take a break."
The lady glared at Sara and said, "she should not have been told even as little as you decided to blurt!" she seemed even more furious by now, "why in all the world would you break the vows you took?" she looked like she wanted to stare a hole through Sara, she turned to look at me and then turned her glare at a plastic cup that I had accidentally left on the little table in the walkway, and as she glared, it started to smoke and wither and finally melt into a pool of clear liquid that sort of looked like steaming water. "There, that is better, now, remember how I told you it was necessary to tell her of her powers, but not of her past?" she scolded Sara, "you have no idea what danger Andrea could be in if the wrong person ever found out what you’ve started to tell her."
"My name is not Andrea!" I yelled,"it is Hellen!" I was getting mad at being talked about as if I were not there. "And if you want to tell me about how I started a fire with my bare hands, then I will be in my room!" with that, I ran upstairs and repeated what I had done earlier by slamming my door, throwing myself onto the bed, and crying my heart out.
"Oh great! Now look what you’ve done!" Sara said, "for your information, that is the second time she has run up there and started crying, and both of them were caused by you!" Sara felt her anger rising, she did not have what it took to beat this woman up, she wanted to try, but she did not for Hellen’s sake.
"Now how could I have caused the first without even being here?" said Gwyneth, (for that was who this beautiful woman was).
"It was your secret that I had kept! If it weren’t for you I would not even have that secret!" Sara yelled, letting her very rare temper get the better of her, "the poor girl just found out that she was adopted! She is only five and yet you act like she is supposed to be able to take it!"
She saw the calm look on Gwyneth’s face and was about to say something about it, but Gwyneth spoke first, "I understand you are angry, but it is just as much your fault as it is mine," she said in a voice that matched her face, "now, Andrea is up there crying, should we go and comfort her?" She seemed unsure what to do, which surprised Sara, but she decided that maybe, since it was Gwyneth’s fault that Hellen was up there, Gwyneth should be the one to go up and calm and comfort Hellen.
"I think you should go up there, I will stay down here and take care of the food." Sara could see the surprised look on Gwyneth’s face, which disappeared quickly after it appeared.
"I suppose I could..." said Gwyneth.
I could hear my adopted mother and my real mother arguing downstairs, but I could not hear what they were saying. I had stopped crying after only about 12 seconds after I landed on my bed because I was trying to listen to what they were saying, suddenly I realized that the arguing had stopped, and then I heard a knock on the door,
"Andre- Hellen? It is Gwyneth, may I come in?" I heard that mysterious voice say through the door.
"I suppose so," I said, not really wanting her to, but I was kind of curious about her. Gwyneth opened the door and I noticed that she was now wearing very flowing pants that were so baggy, they looked like vintage, which I loved, I also noticed a couple of other things about her, 1. She was wearing a shirt that was green and also baggy, and that the outfit was all the color of her eyes, like all of her clothes I had seen her in, and she was also wearing a thin gold chain with a golden locket that had an emerald-it figures-embedded in the front of it.
"What is in that locket, if I may ask?" It seemed amazingly captivating for some unknown reason.
"Why, you are wonderfully observant, and, since you are my daughter, (though I know you were unaware of that) then, yes, you may." She walked swiftly towards the bed, sat on the edge, and opened the locket with a touch of the finger, there, on one side of the locket, there was a picture of a young man, who, at first glance, looked somewhat like me, though he had eyes that were a stunningly dark color, "that is your father, he was a great man, but he ran off when he found out that I was pregnant with you, and he vowed that when you were 12, that he would take you from me," she looked so sad, and she glanced at me and then back at the locket, "well, what is done is done, no use in crying over the past," she looked at the other side of the locket, it was a picture of herself, only a little younger, "I suppose, by the recognition on your face, you know that is me," and then, when I nodded, she did something that I did not expect, she lifted the side of the locket that had a picture of her and I found out that it was on hinges and that she flipped it like a page. There, on the other side of her picture, was a picture of a somewhat younger Sara, but she skipped right over that, there, on the other side, was a picture of a smiling baby with eyes just like emeralds, "that is you," she said in a proud voice, "I was so happy the day you were born, you don’t understand how hard it was for me to let you go." tears started to fill her eyes and I could not take seeing this beautiful woman, who, just seconds ago, had claimed to be my true mother, cry.
"Don’t cry, I know now how hard it must have been and I am sorry I got so mad!" I said, and just then, I decided to hug her, and you should have seen the look of surprisal!
The search for happiness (Unfinished)
Felicity stood in the middle of her rather large room and stared into the full-length mirror. As she brushed her black, straight hair, she studied her image. Felicity thought that she was rather pretty, full hips, flat stomach, hair that reached the small of her back and violet eyes. No one understood those eyes. Neither of her parents had eyes even close.
Just then her personal maid, Elena, came into the room with Felicity’s breakfast. "Ah, that looks like some fine bacon," Felicity announced, "and those eggs!"
Elena smiled and set the silver tray on Felicity’s cherry wood desk and pulled out the velvet seated chair in front of it. "It looks almost good enough to eat." Felicity joked, quoting an old saying she’d learned as a child.
"You’ll need a nice large breakfast if you are ever to survive you birthday party. Seventeen, I can’t wait until I’M seventeen!" Elena, two years younger than Felicity, always admired the older girl.
"Ah," sighed Felicity, "I am dreading that too-polite party already." Though her parents meant well, they didn’t seem to grasp the concept that Felicity would never come to like her family’s friends. They thought of nothing but themselves. Felicity’s real friends were the lower class girls, such as Elena.
Just then her personal maid, Elena, came into the room with Felicity’s breakfast. "Ah, that looks like some fine bacon," Felicity announced, "and those eggs!"
Elena smiled and set the silver tray on Felicity’s cherry wood desk and pulled out the velvet seated chair in front of it. "It looks almost good enough to eat." Felicity joked, quoting an old saying she’d learned as a child.
"You’ll need a nice large breakfast if you are ever to survive you birthday party. Seventeen, I can’t wait until I’M seventeen!" Elena, two years younger than Felicity, always admired the older girl.
"Ah," sighed Felicity, "I am dreading that too-polite party already." Though her parents meant well, they didn’t seem to grasp the concept that Felicity would never come to like her family’s friends. They thought of nothing but themselves. Felicity’s real friends were the lower class girls, such as Elena.
Tales of a troubled spy (Unfinished)
Prologue
My name is too dangerous to know, what I look like could get you killed, what I said to you in this book could get you tortured. I’m not the kind of girl you would want to know, with your friends dying and leaving you right and left. I don’t really like this life, and yet I am the one who chose it. Although I just said that my name is too dangerous to know, I’m going to tell you anyway. Michelle. I won’t tell you my last name because that would be too dangerous to know. I don’t know who you are, or why you are reading this, but I hope your reading this for sheer entertainment instead of a way to find out who my friends and family are. But if that is the case then I have only a few things to say to you, #1 you have the right book, #2 you are a good spy, and #3 you won’t find them.
CHAPTER ONE The Beginning
I sat at my desk in my office, I was not doing anything but watching my beautiful pet and friend Leopard, Grace, pace the floor, she could sense her mistresses restlessness. I hated waiting for my next assignment, it made me feel secure in life when I was fighting the people of this world whom only people like me could defeat. I live on a deserted island that is not on any maps, if it weren’t for that, I would not be looking at my Leopard right now. Grace helped me with my cases, she was, and still is, the only partner I will ever have. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I picked it up instantly, "Hello? Michelle speaking." I said into the phone.
"Grace." Said a voice on the other line that I recognized.
"Leopard." I said, knowing that, that was what I was supposed to say in order to get my assignment.
"Meet me at Mona Lisa." The familiar voice said before he hung up.
I turned to Grace and said, "we are going to Paris." I got up and went to my room where I packed all the necessities, which included so many guns and such that I would rather not name them. I also changed out of my pajamas, and into my pilot outfit.
After I packed, I went out into the beautiful morning air. I loved waking up before the sun rose. I looked at my watch, it was 5:09, I had been awake for 1 and a half hours and it was already rather hot. I took my pilot jacket off while I checked the engine and other things on my private airplane. I loved having my own airplane, it was much more convenient than having to go to an airport and getting on a plane that I would not be able to bring guns on board unless I flashed my FBI badge around, which I did not like doing when I was on undercover cases. I also have a small problem that would make me have to have my own airplane, there were no airports on this island except my small one.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at Grace. Ever since I had found Grace as a baby here on this island, no one had given me an assignment in a populated area, therefore, I had no idea what to do about her. I decided to call my main boss, whom every one knew to be an FBI agent, I also decided to call on his office phone so that one, it could not be traced back to me because all the phones in the FBI offices were tap-proof. I went into my office and dialed my bosses number. I did not even hear the ringing until I heard the desk clerks annoyingly cheerful voice say,
"Hi, I am afraid the personal line you have tried to contact has been temporarily disconnected due to the fact that the regular person whom’s office, this line would normally reach, has requested to have the desk clerk who is on duty when he receives a phone call, to intercept it immediately so that he may not be disturbed by any un-wanted calls. Please state your name and business of call."
I was open-mouthed in shock at the fact that The Boss would have done such a thing, but I did not want this man to know that, so I did as I was told, or somewhat,
"My name is not necessary and if you will tell Michael," That was the name of my boss, "one word for me, I am certain he will change his mind about all that. I said to the clerk, hoping that Michael would understand who I was with the one word I had requested, since I did not dare tell this idiot our code.
"I am afraid that I have had specific orders not to bother Michael." that made me very mad, after all, he would not even have to get up in order to give this one word to Michael.
"I don’t care what your orders are! Just give this one word to Michael and he will praise you at worst!" I could tell he was contemplating it, so I waited, trying to be patient.
"Very well, what is this word?"
I was extremely grateful, for I was afraid he would not agree, and I would not be able to explain my problem to Michael. I realized that the desk clerk was waiting for me, so I hurried and told him the word,
"Snake-tent." I was referring to the assignment where I met Michael. It was a rainy night 10 years ago, and I was in the OP which Michael was leading, we had a week long assignment that needed more than one OP, and staying In a tent. I had set up my tent before anyone else and so I had some free time, I decided to spend it decoding the letter that would tell us where to find a secret bomb factory somewhere in the forest we were currently in, I went about 20 paces from camp so that I would be able to do my decoding in private.
I had just gotten the first few words decoded, when I looked back and found everyone inside they’re tents for the night, I went back to my tent, was about to open the flap when. . . three huge snakes leaped at me at the same time! I screamed as loud as I had ever screamed before, I hated snakes! Everyone in the entire camp ran out of they’re tents, but Michael got there first, and when he saw me struggling with three Boa Constrictors trying to kill me, he quickly took out his gun and shot them without shooting me. As he helped me up the entire unit, (who were all more experienced than I) said at the same time,
"you’ve got a Snake-Tent!" They all laughed and went back to bed.
As I came out of my revery, I heard a voice on the other line arguing with the desk clerk, "I am sorry, I did not know!" Said the clerk.
"You’d better be sorry!" Said the gruff voice of my boss.
"Oh, thank God!" I said, "Michael! I was afraid you would refuse to talk to me, or possibly that you would not understand!" I was over-joyed, for Michael was an old friend as well as a boss, so I needed his advice badly.
"Do you think I am an idiot, kid? Asked Michael.
"No, Sir!" I was used to his moods, but this was more of a bad mood than he had been in a long time, "is something the matter, Sir?"
"Yes, but I can’t talk about it now, not on the phone." he said, He had never hesitated to tell me anything. "Now, what is it that is so important that you insist on talking to me?" I understood he was not understanding this call, because I hardly ever called him unless it was important.
"Well Sir, it is about the assignment," I said hesitatingly, I did not want him to think I was blurting things on a in-secure line.
"Yes, what about it? It is safe." he replied.
"You see Sir, Grace and the Mona Lisa just don’t mix." I said, I was trying to be careful even though he had said the line was safe.
"You don’t believe me, do you?" He could sense that it was true even though I denied it. "It really is safe. I got one of my best agents over here to check and make sure." I guessed that the person he was talking about was Gina, and I wanted to make sure, so I asked, "Yes, it was Gina, she is the only one here who knows that you work with me." He admitted. "Now, about this Mona Lisa and Grace business, I understand your situation, and I think your job would be best served if you left Grace at your house, your island is small, she won’t run away, she can hunt, she will be safe." I knew he was right, but I had not done a case without her in a long time, "you are right," I said sadly, "I hate having to leave her though, she is half of the reason we are the best of the best."
"I know, but just think about this as a learning experience." Michael had always been able to put a smile on my face even if we were in the middle of a shoot out.
"Thank you, Sir, I have got to go, good-bye!" I said, I had a lot of work to do.
"Goodbye, kid." he said, and then he hung up.
I put the phone down, and then I looked over at Grace, "you are going to have to stay here, I am so sorry."
I then started on my way to Paris and was there in a few hours.
Paris
I got out of the plane at the small airport out in the country and looked around. It was such beautiful land. Rolling hills and level crops, all brilliant with sunlight even though it was mid-day.
A rather tall man with dark brown eyes and almost the sam colored hair approached me from inside a hangar.
"Hello, stranger!"
"Long time no see, Calvin!" I said to my long time friend. "What do you have planned for me this time?"
"A surprise of a lifetime." Calvin said with an excited glint in his eyes.
"Oh no!" I said with mock exasperation, "Not one of your surprises!" I grinned at him.
"The last I recall you liked my surprises." He teased. "Follow me."
He led me to a hangar that was quite close to the hangar that my plane was in and when we walked inside I gasped, "Oh! What a beaut!" I exclaimed as I saw the bright red 2002 Corvette parked inside.
"I thought you might like it," Calvin said with a grin even bigger than mine. "I bought it a few days ago and I decided to give it to you for this mission." I was so excited I could run around in circles and yell to the sky!
Suddenly I realized something. "You know I almost always ruin my mission cars," I said with dismay, "I would never be able to take this baby out on a mission!" I felt like I could cry.
"Don’t worry," He said, "It’s not as delicate as you might think." right then he pulled a remote control and pressed a combination that I did not see and the trunk popped open to reveal a machine gun that stood above the hood but made to look like a stereo, "The body is made completely out of a material that is bullet proof and just-about-everything-else-proof." I was so happy that I barely realized that the gun went back in with another combination.
"I can’t believe it, That must have costed thousands!" I exclaimed and then realized I was exclaiming too much.
He smiled a knowing smile and said, "Yeah, but with all my connections, I could afford it easily." He suddenly became nervous, "There’s something else," He paused for so long I thought he wasn’t going to tell me what it was until, "Michael said I was to be your partner for this case."
I stood, stunned and furious. How dare Michael think I couldn’t do this alone! He knew I didn’t take any partner but Grace! "I know you’re mad, but-"
I didn’t even let him finish, "Mad? Is that what you think I am?! Well you can call Michael and tell him I’m working alone!" I knew I was being unreasonable, I knew it wasn’t Calvin’s fault, so I calmed myself down and interrupted his protests, "I’m sorry, I know you can’t help it, would you mind briefing me of the situation?"
He looked shocked but soon recovered. "Sure. Um. . . Right." He stumbled.
My name is too dangerous to know, what I look like could get you killed, what I said to you in this book could get you tortured. I’m not the kind of girl you would want to know, with your friends dying and leaving you right and left. I don’t really like this life, and yet I am the one who chose it. Although I just said that my name is too dangerous to know, I’m going to tell you anyway. Michelle. I won’t tell you my last name because that would be too dangerous to know. I don’t know who you are, or why you are reading this, but I hope your reading this for sheer entertainment instead of a way to find out who my friends and family are. But if that is the case then I have only a few things to say to you, #1 you have the right book, #2 you are a good spy, and #3 you won’t find them.
CHAPTER ONE The Beginning
I sat at my desk in my office, I was not doing anything but watching my beautiful pet and friend Leopard, Grace, pace the floor, she could sense her mistresses restlessness. I hated waiting for my next assignment, it made me feel secure in life when I was fighting the people of this world whom only people like me could defeat. I live on a deserted island that is not on any maps, if it weren’t for that, I would not be looking at my Leopard right now. Grace helped me with my cases, she was, and still is, the only partner I will ever have. Suddenly, the phone rang, and I picked it up instantly, "Hello? Michelle speaking." I said into the phone.
"Grace." Said a voice on the other line that I recognized.
"Leopard." I said, knowing that, that was what I was supposed to say in order to get my assignment.
"Meet me at Mona Lisa." The familiar voice said before he hung up.
I turned to Grace and said, "we are going to Paris." I got up and went to my room where I packed all the necessities, which included so many guns and such that I would rather not name them. I also changed out of my pajamas, and into my pilot outfit.
After I packed, I went out into the beautiful morning air. I loved waking up before the sun rose. I looked at my watch, it was 5:09, I had been awake for 1 and a half hours and it was already rather hot. I took my pilot jacket off while I checked the engine and other things on my private airplane. I loved having my own airplane, it was much more convenient than having to go to an airport and getting on a plane that I would not be able to bring guns on board unless I flashed my FBI badge around, which I did not like doing when I was on undercover cases. I also have a small problem that would make me have to have my own airplane, there were no airports on this island except my small one.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at Grace. Ever since I had found Grace as a baby here on this island, no one had given me an assignment in a populated area, therefore, I had no idea what to do about her. I decided to call my main boss, whom every one knew to be an FBI agent, I also decided to call on his office phone so that one, it could not be traced back to me because all the phones in the FBI offices were tap-proof. I went into my office and dialed my bosses number. I did not even hear the ringing until I heard the desk clerks annoyingly cheerful voice say,
"Hi, I am afraid the personal line you have tried to contact has been temporarily disconnected due to the fact that the regular person whom’s office, this line would normally reach, has requested to have the desk clerk who is on duty when he receives a phone call, to intercept it immediately so that he may not be disturbed by any un-wanted calls. Please state your name and business of call."
I was open-mouthed in shock at the fact that The Boss would have done such a thing, but I did not want this man to know that, so I did as I was told, or somewhat,
"My name is not necessary and if you will tell Michael," That was the name of my boss, "one word for me, I am certain he will change his mind about all that. I said to the clerk, hoping that Michael would understand who I was with the one word I had requested, since I did not dare tell this idiot our code.
"I am afraid that I have had specific orders not to bother Michael." that made me very mad, after all, he would not even have to get up in order to give this one word to Michael.
"I don’t care what your orders are! Just give this one word to Michael and he will praise you at worst!" I could tell he was contemplating it, so I waited, trying to be patient.
"Very well, what is this word?"
I was extremely grateful, for I was afraid he would not agree, and I would not be able to explain my problem to Michael. I realized that the desk clerk was waiting for me, so I hurried and told him the word,
"Snake-tent." I was referring to the assignment where I met Michael. It was a rainy night 10 years ago, and I was in the OP which Michael was leading, we had a week long assignment that needed more than one OP, and staying In a tent. I had set up my tent before anyone else and so I had some free time, I decided to spend it decoding the letter that would tell us where to find a secret bomb factory somewhere in the forest we were currently in, I went about 20 paces from camp so that I would be able to do my decoding in private.
I had just gotten the first few words decoded, when I looked back and found everyone inside they’re tents for the night, I went back to my tent, was about to open the flap when. . . three huge snakes leaped at me at the same time! I screamed as loud as I had ever screamed before, I hated snakes! Everyone in the entire camp ran out of they’re tents, but Michael got there first, and when he saw me struggling with three Boa Constrictors trying to kill me, he quickly took out his gun and shot them without shooting me. As he helped me up the entire unit, (who were all more experienced than I) said at the same time,
"you’ve got a Snake-Tent!" They all laughed and went back to bed.
As I came out of my revery, I heard a voice on the other line arguing with the desk clerk, "I am sorry, I did not know!" Said the clerk.
"You’d better be sorry!" Said the gruff voice of my boss.
"Oh, thank God!" I said, "Michael! I was afraid you would refuse to talk to me, or possibly that you would not understand!" I was over-joyed, for Michael was an old friend as well as a boss, so I needed his advice badly.
"Do you think I am an idiot, kid? Asked Michael.
"No, Sir!" I was used to his moods, but this was more of a bad mood than he had been in a long time, "is something the matter, Sir?"
"Yes, but I can’t talk about it now, not on the phone." he said, He had never hesitated to tell me anything. "Now, what is it that is so important that you insist on talking to me?" I understood he was not understanding this call, because I hardly ever called him unless it was important.
"Well Sir, it is about the assignment," I said hesitatingly, I did not want him to think I was blurting things on a in-secure line.
"Yes, what about it? It is safe." he replied.
"You see Sir, Grace and the Mona Lisa just don’t mix." I said, I was trying to be careful even though he had said the line was safe.
"You don’t believe me, do you?" He could sense that it was true even though I denied it. "It really is safe. I got one of my best agents over here to check and make sure." I guessed that the person he was talking about was Gina, and I wanted to make sure, so I asked, "Yes, it was Gina, she is the only one here who knows that you work with me." He admitted. "Now, about this Mona Lisa and Grace business, I understand your situation, and I think your job would be best served if you left Grace at your house, your island is small, she won’t run away, she can hunt, she will be safe." I knew he was right, but I had not done a case without her in a long time, "you are right," I said sadly, "I hate having to leave her though, she is half of the reason we are the best of the best."
"I know, but just think about this as a learning experience." Michael had always been able to put a smile on my face even if we were in the middle of a shoot out.
"Thank you, Sir, I have got to go, good-bye!" I said, I had a lot of work to do.
"Goodbye, kid." he said, and then he hung up.
I put the phone down, and then I looked over at Grace, "you are going to have to stay here, I am so sorry."
I then started on my way to Paris and was there in a few hours.
Paris
I got out of the plane at the small airport out in the country and looked around. It was such beautiful land. Rolling hills and level crops, all brilliant with sunlight even though it was mid-day.
A rather tall man with dark brown eyes and almost the sam colored hair approached me from inside a hangar.
"Hello, stranger!"
"Long time no see, Calvin!" I said to my long time friend. "What do you have planned for me this time?"
"A surprise of a lifetime." Calvin said with an excited glint in his eyes.
"Oh no!" I said with mock exasperation, "Not one of your surprises!" I grinned at him.
"The last I recall you liked my surprises." He teased. "Follow me."
He led me to a hangar that was quite close to the hangar that my plane was in and when we walked inside I gasped, "Oh! What a beaut!" I exclaimed as I saw the bright red 2002 Corvette parked inside.
"I thought you might like it," Calvin said with a grin even bigger than mine. "I bought it a few days ago and I decided to give it to you for this mission." I was so excited I could run around in circles and yell to the sky!
Suddenly I realized something. "You know I almost always ruin my mission cars," I said with dismay, "I would never be able to take this baby out on a mission!" I felt like I could cry.
"Don’t worry," He said, "It’s not as delicate as you might think." right then he pulled a remote control and pressed a combination that I did not see and the trunk popped open to reveal a machine gun that stood above the hood but made to look like a stereo, "The body is made completely out of a material that is bullet proof and just-about-everything-else-proof." I was so happy that I barely realized that the gun went back in with another combination.
"I can’t believe it, That must have costed thousands!" I exclaimed and then realized I was exclaiming too much.
He smiled a knowing smile and said, "Yeah, but with all my connections, I could afford it easily." He suddenly became nervous, "There’s something else," He paused for so long I thought he wasn’t going to tell me what it was until, "Michael said I was to be your partner for this case."
I stood, stunned and furious. How dare Michael think I couldn’t do this alone! He knew I didn’t take any partner but Grace! "I know you’re mad, but-"
I didn’t even let him finish, "Mad? Is that what you think I am?! Well you can call Michael and tell him I’m working alone!" I knew I was being unreasonable, I knew it wasn’t Calvin’s fault, so I calmed myself down and interrupted his protests, "I’m sorry, I know you can’t help it, would you mind briefing me of the situation?"
He looked shocked but soon recovered. "Sure. Um. . . Right." He stumbled.
The desperate struggle
If my life has to be honored,
then why do I die day after day?
If my questions are not answered,
then who says I will not fly away?
I want to die,
to get away from this wretched place!
What muscle will I not apply,
To turn my death into a quick pace?
God has seen my tiring struggle for death,
Every time I try to drown,
He makes me come up for breath.
He hates my attempted flight to my hometown.
What muscle will I not apply,
To create my own death?
There are some people who would say,
that I am incapable of suicide,
but I will convey,
That I have dyed.
What muscle will I not apply,
To make my body decay?
I am in need of a knife,
but my kitchen has none,
God and I have a strife,
to Hell, I will be condemned.
What muscle will I not apply,
To turn into a mere image of a soul?
I tried to trick God today,
but He is smarter than I thought,
He said that I would never decay.
I lied about what I sought.
I told Him I wanted a knife,
but to cut bread.
He said that he knew everything in my life.
What muscle will I not apply,
To take my being away from this dread?
I am starting to go crazy,
this is taking too long.
My suicidal thoughts are going hazy,
I try hard to be strong,
to keep from forgetting those simply sweet thoughts.
What muscle will I not apply,
to make my veins collide with those poisonous shots.
I have finally won,
it is over.
I am done,
I took off my armor,
and then I got shot.
God thinks it is torture,
He is distraught,
I am not.
What muscle did I not apply,
To finally die?
then why do I die day after day?
If my questions are not answered,
then who says I will not fly away?
I want to die,
to get away from this wretched place!
What muscle will I not apply,
To turn my death into a quick pace?
God has seen my tiring struggle for death,
Every time I try to drown,
He makes me come up for breath.
He hates my attempted flight to my hometown.
What muscle will I not apply,
To create my own death?
There are some people who would say,
that I am incapable of suicide,
but I will convey,
That I have dyed.
What muscle will I not apply,
To make my body decay?
I am in need of a knife,
but my kitchen has none,
God and I have a strife,
to Hell, I will be condemned.
What muscle will I not apply,
To turn into a mere image of a soul?
I tried to trick God today,
but He is smarter than I thought,
He said that I would never decay.
I lied about what I sought.
I told Him I wanted a knife,
but to cut bread.
He said that he knew everything in my life.
What muscle will I not apply,
To take my being away from this dread?
I am starting to go crazy,
this is taking too long.
My suicidal thoughts are going hazy,
I try hard to be strong,
to keep from forgetting those simply sweet thoughts.
What muscle will I not apply,
to make my veins collide with those poisonous shots.
I have finally won,
it is over.
I am done,
I took off my armor,
and then I got shot.
God thinks it is torture,
He is distraught,
I am not.
What muscle did I not apply,
To finally die?
Beauty Confession
Maybe I'm drunk
or maybe I'm high
but somehow I see
beauty in your eye
the simple thing that is you
is making me feel
like I have the flu
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you make everything
seem alright.
or maybe I'm high
but somehow I see
beauty in your eye
the simple thing that is you
is making me feel
like I have the flu
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you make everything
seem alright.
Death or Angel
My heart stops,
time stands still.
All around me,
light.
A figure,
hard to make out,
walks towards me.
It whispers,
"Come."
Though a single word,
seeming small,
insignificant,
but that one word,
would change my life,
or erase it.
"What will happen?"
An innocent question,
you may think,
but it could kill.
time stands still.
All around me,
light.
A figure,
hard to make out,
walks towards me.
It whispers,
"Come."
Though a single word,
seeming small,
insignificant,
but that one word,
would change my life,
or erase it.
"What will happen?"
An innocent question,
you may think,
but it could kill.
Gods
People can travel the worlds.
All dimensions intertwined.
Can you hear it?
The sounds of heaven?
Angels singing.
Sounds like seven.
The sounds of music.
Instruments of heaven.
Can you hear it?
Love fills each strum and blow.
Can you hear it?
High and low?
Are you chosen?
Questions of mere mortals, I
Sing along each lullaby.
Sing with me if mortals sing.
And I will give you each a wing.
Fly towards me,
towards the sky.
Cleans your soul,
use my heaven-made bowl.
Holy water rains upon you,
suffer not, more than is due.
A/N Bad ending, but I like the poem.
All dimensions intertwined.
Can you hear it?
The sounds of heaven?
Angels singing.
Sounds like seven.
The sounds of music.
Instruments of heaven.
Can you hear it?
Love fills each strum and blow.
Can you hear it?
High and low?
Are you chosen?
Questions of mere mortals, I
Sing along each lullaby.
Sing with me if mortals sing.
And I will give you each a wing.
Fly towards me,
towards the sky.
Cleans your soul,
use my heaven-made bowl.
Holy water rains upon you,
suffer not, more than is due.
A/N Bad ending, but I like the poem.
Dear Diary
My thoughts are taken by the sweet sounds of life.
My sister has given birth to the most exquisite child.
A boy of such a beloved heart and soul.
Why doth my heart soar at his mention?
He is one of four,
but special in ways I cannot begin to understand.
Life.
Our hearts burn with it.
Our mind is taken by it.
It is not a small thing to be taken lightly,
but a Devine emotion that is necessary for happiness.
Why is he one of the inner rings of my love?
Why are my thoughts centered around him and him alone?
Excitement?
Could it possibly be as simple as that?
I wonder if maybe it is.
I hope for it pains me to think of choosing a favorite.
I love my many nephews,
perhaps it is that he is new and young.
Not only I, but my heart hopes it so.
Ah, soon I will see him.
Perhaps I should wait until then to speculate.
My sister has given birth to the most exquisite child.
A boy of such a beloved heart and soul.
Why doth my heart soar at his mention?
He is one of four,
but special in ways I cannot begin to understand.
Life.
Our hearts burn with it.
Our mind is taken by it.
It is not a small thing to be taken lightly,
but a Devine emotion that is necessary for happiness.
Why is he one of the inner rings of my love?
Why are my thoughts centered around him and him alone?
Excitement?
Could it possibly be as simple as that?
I wonder if maybe it is.
I hope for it pains me to think of choosing a favorite.
I love my many nephews,
perhaps it is that he is new and young.
Not only I, but my heart hopes it so.
Ah, soon I will see him.
Perhaps I should wait until then to speculate.
Not insane
I don't care much for money but I do for life
I love this completely insane strife
My thoughts are scrambled where they used to be in line
Don't you dare try to tell my that everything is fine
I hear people in my head constantly
It's a never ending buzz like a bumble bee
Listen up Y'all I got a story to speak
and when you listen MY words won't be weak.
I say what I mean
and hope I will be seen.
I'm not crazy,
just hyper from caffeine.
I love this completely insane strife
My thoughts are scrambled where they used to be in line
Don't you dare try to tell my that everything is fine
I hear people in my head constantly
It's a never ending buzz like a bumble bee
Listen up Y'all I got a story to speak
and when you listen MY words won't be weak.
I say what I mean
and hope I will be seen.
I'm not crazy,
just hyper from caffeine.
Save me
I miss your thoughts. I miss the way you put words together and the way you were never hurt by boys. When will you come back? I need the shelter of myself. I need the shield that protects me from my mind, I have been in it too much. My thoughts are overtaking me. I need the thoughts that come from you to overpower those that come from me. Save me !
I have killed the farmer's wife
I have killed the farmer's wife, if you don't believe me, ask the all-knowing God. He took my soul from me as punishment, but I think it was worth it. My life had become unbearable, but now there is a change of pace, death is unbearable. My ghost has imaginary friends and an imaginary world so that I may escape this never-ending hell. I have a split personality, what can I say to make you not hide in the corner when I appear? The only one of my personalities you should be afraid of is the one that killed the farmer's wife, the others are simply tired of awareness. I have killed the farmer's wife, is that so bad? Amy made me, she is the murderer of my personalities. Amy makes sure I have revenge on the world.
The Twins Introduction
The fog lay thick in the air as Raihannah ran swiftly through the forest holding a pair of twins in her arms. She could hear Alanna and Arianna’s foes behind them, Raihannah clutched the infants in her arms, sending a silent plea to God, asking Him to help them, then Suddenly, a man with white hair and a pale, pasty face walked right in front of the three escapees! " oh! Kebonsat! You scared me!" Raihannah said in a scornful voice, "why do you always do that?" Though Kebonsat was nearly twenty times Raihannah’s 13-years-old and him being her mentor, she still let her temper get the better of her when Kebonsat did things like walking out in front of her, and correcting her.
Now he said in his usual annoyingly calm voice, " Come this way off the trail, my Witchling." He always called Raihannah a Witchling (which meant that you had not yet become a ful-fledged which), though it was true, it was still something she did not care for.
"Where are we going?" Raihannah asked her mentor, looking around her, they were on a small game trail that she did not remember from her childhood of exploring.
" The Landing Strip." He said in a preoccupied voice.
" The Landing Strip?" She asked in amazement, "why are we going there? You know only the Elders can fly!" It was true. She had once seen someone with wings, walking around Forana, But they had been even older than Kebonsat!
" I am an Elder, child." He said in a tone of voice that was striped of all feeling, it was either that voice, or the calm voice that he used with his trainees. It was very annoying, but Raihannah kept her mouth shut about it.
"Are you going to carry the twins and me while you’re flying?" She asked in an astonished voice. "You know that Is impossible." Raihannah now stared at her mentor as if he were crazy, and then she stated it, " I think you are insane!" she said, trying, partly to brake the silence that stretched on while she wasn’t talking. " Say something, I’m begging you!" Now she was desperate to make him say something. And finally he did.
" No. I am not going to carry all three of you, I wish I could but I can’t. I will carry the twins to a pair of family’s that I think will take care of them." Just then they reached The Landing Strip, It was a beautiful patch of soft green grass that was about fifty feet in diameter. Raihannah was so amazed at the beautiful meadow she was looking at, that she ran toward it, stopping to catch her breath right as she was getting there. "Why don’t you rest for a while here after I’m gone?" Kebonsat asked, looking at her with sad eyes. "You need a brake after running all that way." Raihannah looked as if she were about to faint, but she did not want to admit it so she kept quiet, knowing that if she denied it, then he would only sense that she was lying-they were almost, the only Immortals who could sense feelings- "as-a-matter-of-fact, as your mentor, I am telling you to rest, and I will not leave until you have gotten comfortable." Raihannah new that there was no point in arguing with him because he would only get more persistent.
" Fine, lay down," She said in an annoyed tone, "I’ll just get up as soon as you are gone!" Kebonsat had a look on his face that only could be described as amazed. Raihannah thought about how it was an interesting thing, the fact that he was amazed at her stubbornness, even though he was being just as stubborn.
" I don’t think that is likely." Kebonsat said mysteriously as he took the twins in his arms, "I think a little tea will help you sleep." This time he said it in a more natural tone as he conjured a cup of tea from the air, " I don’t think that is likely at all."
Raihannah started to drink the tea, and by the time she was finished, Kebonsat had grown light brown wings that were a lot like Eagle wings, " I am so tired," Raihannah looked down at her tea, and then looked at Kebonsat, " you put a sleeping potion in it!" she said in an angry voice, " I’ve fallen for it again!" she had fallen for it once before. It was the night she had been assigned to Kebonsat , and she was very tired from running because she had been scared that the people racing after her had wanted to hurt her, and so when she went home with Kebonsat after The Counsel ordered her away, she yawned, but refused to go to bed. Kebonsat had put it in a cookie that time, though. Raihannah sighed then, and said, "ok, are you happy? I’m about to fall asleep! Will you go so that I can watch someone fly?!" She had always dreamed of seeing someone soaring up in the air, and since this was the perfect time, she had decided not to miss it.
" ok, I will go, as long as you do go to sleep." Raihannah rolled her eyes at him, but she settled down, as if that were a silent promise that she would do it.
" Well now, that is not to bad, is it?" Raihannah was so tired she did not answer. "I will go now, you sleep well." right as he said that his wings started to pump up and down, and the three Immortals started flying away, disappearing out of view, but all of this was lost to view to Raihannah, for she had fallen asleep just as they had started to fly away. Now the Immortal was lost in a dream-filled land that she would awake from in about three hours.
A/N I never finished this book but I can't delete this part.
Now he said in his usual annoyingly calm voice, " Come this way off the trail, my Witchling." He always called Raihannah a Witchling (which meant that you had not yet become a ful-fledged which), though it was true, it was still something she did not care for.
"Where are we going?" Raihannah asked her mentor, looking around her, they were on a small game trail that she did not remember from her childhood of exploring.
" The Landing Strip." He said in a preoccupied voice.
" The Landing Strip?" She asked in amazement, "why are we going there? You know only the Elders can fly!" It was true. She had once seen someone with wings, walking around Forana, But they had been even older than Kebonsat!
" I am an Elder, child." He said in a tone of voice that was striped of all feeling, it was either that voice, or the calm voice that he used with his trainees. It was very annoying, but Raihannah kept her mouth shut about it.
"Are you going to carry the twins and me while you’re flying?" She asked in an astonished voice. "You know that Is impossible." Raihannah now stared at her mentor as if he were crazy, and then she stated it, " I think you are insane!" she said, trying, partly to brake the silence that stretched on while she wasn’t talking. " Say something, I’m begging you!" Now she was desperate to make him say something. And finally he did.
" No. I am not going to carry all three of you, I wish I could but I can’t. I will carry the twins to a pair of family’s that I think will take care of them." Just then they reached The Landing Strip, It was a beautiful patch of soft green grass that was about fifty feet in diameter. Raihannah was so amazed at the beautiful meadow she was looking at, that she ran toward it, stopping to catch her breath right as she was getting there. "Why don’t you rest for a while here after I’m gone?" Kebonsat asked, looking at her with sad eyes. "You need a brake after running all that way." Raihannah looked as if she were about to faint, but she did not want to admit it so she kept quiet, knowing that if she denied it, then he would only sense that she was lying-they were almost, the only Immortals who could sense feelings- "as-a-matter-of-fact, as your mentor, I am telling you to rest, and I will not leave until you have gotten comfortable." Raihannah new that there was no point in arguing with him because he would only get more persistent.
" Fine, lay down," She said in an annoyed tone, "I’ll just get up as soon as you are gone!" Kebonsat had a look on his face that only could be described as amazed. Raihannah thought about how it was an interesting thing, the fact that he was amazed at her stubbornness, even though he was being just as stubborn.
" I don’t think that is likely." Kebonsat said mysteriously as he took the twins in his arms, "I think a little tea will help you sleep." This time he said it in a more natural tone as he conjured a cup of tea from the air, " I don’t think that is likely at all."
Raihannah started to drink the tea, and by the time she was finished, Kebonsat had grown light brown wings that were a lot like Eagle wings, " I am so tired," Raihannah looked down at her tea, and then looked at Kebonsat, " you put a sleeping potion in it!" she said in an angry voice, " I’ve fallen for it again!" she had fallen for it once before. It was the night she had been assigned to Kebonsat , and she was very tired from running because she had been scared that the people racing after her had wanted to hurt her, and so when she went home with Kebonsat after The Counsel ordered her away, she yawned, but refused to go to bed. Kebonsat had put it in a cookie that time, though. Raihannah sighed then, and said, "ok, are you happy? I’m about to fall asleep! Will you go so that I can watch someone fly?!" She had always dreamed of seeing someone soaring up in the air, and since this was the perfect time, she had decided not to miss it.
" ok, I will go, as long as you do go to sleep." Raihannah rolled her eyes at him, but she settled down, as if that were a silent promise that she would do it.
" Well now, that is not to bad, is it?" Raihannah was so tired she did not answer. "I will go now, you sleep well." right as he said that his wings started to pump up and down, and the three Immortals started flying away, disappearing out of view, but all of this was lost to view to Raihannah, for she had fallen asleep just as they had started to fly away. Now the Immortal was lost in a dream-filled land that she would awake from in about three hours.
A/N I never finished this book but I can't delete this part.
Midnight God
Being of the midnight sky
might I ask a question, why?Why show yourself this quick hour
despite your very evident power?
Please allow we early friends,
to see your castle in the sands.
For, if we stay awake,
for only your one sake,
what dignity can we keep,
with a small amount of sleep?
might I ask a question, why?Why show yourself this quick hour
despite your very evident power?
Please allow we early friends,
to see your castle in the sands.
For, if we stay awake,
for only your one sake,
what dignity can we keep,
with a small amount of sleep?
A night of romantic Dreams
Midnight blooms against a candlelit sky,
A fancy feast and romantic sigh.
And on the grass the couples lie,
Singing each other a lullaby.
And if that song be slightly broken,
by a word so softly spoken,
as a gift and/or a token.
Then please remember what was done,
even after the rising sun.
A fancy feast and romantic sigh.
And on the grass the couples lie,
Singing each other a lullaby.
And if that song be slightly broken,
by a word so softly spoken,
as a gift and/or a token.
Then please remember what was done,
even after the rising sun.
Hell Volume 1 and 2
Creation of doom
God creates man,
man never tells,
that they’re all headed,
for fiery hells.
God creates women,
women never tell,
that they’re all headed,
for a fiery hell.
God creates animal,
animal cries,
for the pain in the hell-destined eyes.
Earth’s savior.
God sits while chaos reign,
death and destruction,
‘till all’s but a plain.
God creates man,
man never tells,
that they’re all headed,
for fiery hells.
God creates women,
women never tell,
that they’re all headed,
for a fiery hell.
God creates animal,
animal cries,
for the pain,
in the hell-destined eyes.
God creates soul,
hell is demolished,
Earth is saved,
and tears are abolished.
God creates man,
man never tells,
that they’re all headed,
for fiery hells.
God creates women,
women never tell,
that they’re all headed,
for a fiery hell.
God creates animal,
animal cries,
for the pain in the hell-destined eyes.
Earth’s savior.
God sits while chaos reign,
death and destruction,
‘till all’s but a plain.
God creates man,
man never tells,
that they’re all headed,
for fiery hells.
God creates women,
women never tell,
that they’re all headed,
for a fiery hell.
God creates animal,
animal cries,
for the pain,
in the hell-destined eyes.
God creates soul,
hell is demolished,
Earth is saved,
and tears are abolished.
A day without crying is a luxury I cannot begin to know
My heart aches with the grief of a thousand people,
I can feel every pain ever lived in all of time.
I curl up on the floor,
I cry blood as I write this rhyme.
There is a knock at the door,
but I am too weak to get it.
My mind wanders in and out of sanity,
my life is like a horrible skit,
short and full of terror.
I see a black-cloaked figure,
and I know I am dreaming.
But still there is a voice at the back of my mind that wants to pull the trigger.
I realize, in a moment of sanity that blood is streaming
from a deep cut in my cheek,
and I ponder where it came from.
My skin begins to leak,
when I touch it with my thumb
it leaves my body.
I stay still as I can,
afraid more of my skin will peal off,
leaving a bloody and gaping hole in my flesh.
My entire body aches
and I am surrounded by deep red blood.
I try getting up even knowing the stakes,
and as I do,
the pool becomes a flood.
I become too weak to even stand,
so I fall to the floor.
I look and I can see the pink/red muscles in my hand,
it is an ugly thing my skin can no longer store.
A/N Not my best, by far, but I can't make myself delete it or not post it.
I can feel every pain ever lived in all of time.
I curl up on the floor,
I cry blood as I write this rhyme.
There is a knock at the door,
but I am too weak to get it.
My mind wanders in and out of sanity,
my life is like a horrible skit,
short and full of terror.
I see a black-cloaked figure,
and I know I am dreaming.
But still there is a voice at the back of my mind that wants to pull the trigger.
I realize, in a moment of sanity that blood is streaming
from a deep cut in my cheek,
and I ponder where it came from.
My skin begins to leak,
when I touch it with my thumb
it leaves my body.
I stay still as I can,
afraid more of my skin will peal off,
leaving a bloody and gaping hole in my flesh.
My entire body aches
and I am surrounded by deep red blood.
I try getting up even knowing the stakes,
and as I do,
the pool becomes a flood.
I become too weak to even stand,
so I fall to the floor.
I look and I can see the pink/red muscles in my hand,
it is an ugly thing my skin can no longer store.
A/N Not my best, by far, but I can't make myself delete it or not post it.
Death Street
I knock at the door of this home,
I’d rather not stay out here and roam.
I hear something moving inside,
And what opens the door had already died.
I try to run, but I cannot,
I try to scream, but my throat is hot.
I try to get my body moving,
But it’s too late,
I’m already snoozing,
A sleep I’ll never come out of.
A/N I wrote this when I was about 9 with the help of my dad.
I’d rather not stay out here and roam.
I hear something moving inside,
And what opens the door had already died.
I try to run, but I cannot,
I try to scream, but my throat is hot.
I try to get my body moving,
But it’s too late,
I’m already snoozing,
A sleep I’ll never come out of.
A/N I wrote this when I was about 9 with the help of my dad.
Death
My lungs will not fill with air,
But my heart fills with despair.
I scream,
I hate this dream!
And then I realize,
It’s not a dream at all,
But a terrible fall.
But my heart fills with despair.
I scream,
I hate this dream!
And then I realize,
It’s not a dream at all,
But a terrible fall.
Life
Life may seem hard,
There are things you want to discard.
But be thankful,
remember to be grateful.
Love is gone,
but not our spiritual bond.
There are things you want to discard.
But be thankful,
remember to be grateful.
Love is gone,
but not our spiritual bond.
Love
Love is not an ordinary thing,
It is not just some little fling.
Love is something deap inside,
Telling you this and that,
telling you to bide, your time.
If you don't beleive me,
You will see.
I cannot explain to you,
What I would do,
To have love, one more time.
It is not just some little fling.
Love is something deap inside,
Telling you this and that,
telling you to bide, your time.
If you don't beleive me,
You will see.
I cannot explain to you,
What I would do,
To have love, one more time.
Blood
Blood trickles from my face,
I look like a disgrace.
I am a torn seem,
I just want to scream!
I feel my heart break,
Blood flows from me like a lake.
No one sees the true me,
They look, but they don’t see.
I hide in the dark,
Waiting to become the shark.
I’m waiting, I’m waiting,
I feel my body fading.
I look like a disgrace.
I am a torn seem,
I just want to scream!
I feel my heart break,
Blood flows from me like a lake.
No one sees the true me,
They look, but they don’t see.
I hide in the dark,
Waiting to become the shark.
I’m waiting, I’m waiting,
I feel my body fading.
Vampire
I am being called by a vampire,
He wants me to rule his empire,
I want to,
But will I?
It’s something I can’t deny.
I am really stressed out,
I just want to shout!
My heart is pulled in two directions,
It’s like a million infections!
I want to stay here,
But I want to face my fear.
The wind is blowing,
And I am going.
He wants me to rule his empire,
I want to,
But will I?
It’s something I can’t deny.
I am really stressed out,
I just want to shout!
My heart is pulled in two directions,
It’s like a million infections!
I want to stay here,
But I want to face my fear.
The wind is blowing,
And I am going.
Danger (revenge of the Irish)
Danger is in the air,
Look at the fire flare.
Look at the Irish fight back,
It’s just like that!
You want to fight,
But you know they’re right.
They eat so poor,
And feel so sore,
But you won’t help them.
Look at the fire flare.
Look at the Irish fight back,
It’s just like that!
You want to fight,
But you know they’re right.
They eat so poor,
And feel so sore,
But you won’t help them.
Do not go in the city at night
The city at night
Is like a huge fight.
You see people who you think should not be alive,
But then they strive
To live, cuz they are lazy,
Cuz they are crazy.
They would kill you just cuz you are there,
And even if they don`t go to prison,
They still moan about life not being fair.
They beg for a couple of bucks,
Saying they need food,
Talking about how life sucks.
And this all happens at night,
All this stuff that just ain`t right.
You see these people on the streets,
And you think, these are all dead-beats.
I guess that’s all,
All I can say,
Don’t go in the city at night.
Is like a huge fight.
You see people who you think should not be alive,
But then they strive
To live, cuz they are lazy,
Cuz they are crazy.
They would kill you just cuz you are there,
And even if they don`t go to prison,
They still moan about life not being fair.
They beg for a couple of bucks,
Saying they need food,
Talking about how life sucks.
And this all happens at night,
All this stuff that just ain`t right.
You see these people on the streets,
And you think, these are all dead-beats.
I guess that’s all,
All I can say,
Don’t go in the city at night.
Morning
It is dark,
I am cold.
I’m sitting in the park,
I feel so bold.
It is grey,
I’m still cold.
I don’t feel gay.
I don’t feel bold.
The sky is pink,
I am scarred.
I need to think,
I think I drew the death card.
It is light,
and I lost the fight.
I am cold.
I’m sitting in the park,
I feel so bold.
It is grey,
I’m still cold.
I don’t feel gay.
I don’t feel bold.
The sky is pink,
I am scarred.
I need to think,
I think I drew the death card.
It is light,
and I lost the fight.
Heaven or Hell
I felt my heart give out. I felt my soul leave my body, I need to be afraid, But all emotion is gone.
I tried to turn around, But when I did, I saw my dead body laying on the floor with a knife in my hand, cuts on my wrists and a huge pool of blood surrounding me.
"I actually did it!" I thought happily, and then I realized what I had said, "I am dead!" I tried to panic, but I still could not feel any emotions, and then I thought about that, "I can feel happy!" that made me feel a little better, but just as I was about to attempt to go back into my body, I saw the strangest thing; in one corner of the room, seeming to be floating in the air, there was a hole of beautiful white light that felt as though it was beckoning to me, and at the other corner of the room, there was another hole of beautiful white light, but this light seemed to flicker on and off at times, it too, was beckoning, but not as strong as the other.
"Heaven and hell." I thought, but the problem was, which one was which?
"Heaven has got to be the one that does not flicker." I new I was right, but I had always wondered what hell really was like. "Should I choose Hell? What if I can’t go back once I choose?" now I was confused. What could I do? Should I choose heaven, and then never know what hell was like? I started to drift towards hell, when a beautiful maiden with hazelnut brown hair and a graceful, white robe that seemed to shift colors as the maiden moved came out of heaven. It must been an angel. She looked at me, seemed to notice that I was drifting towards hell, and sighed,
"Have you done anything terribly wrong in your past?" the angel asked, barely moving her lips.
"Um. . . nothing really bad. . ." I said, unaware of the importance of what I was doing.
"Good, now, how did you die?" she looked at a clipboard that I was sure had not been there a couple of seconds ago,
"um. . ." I looked back at where my body had been, it was no longer there, as a matter of fact, we were in an entirely different place, all I could see was white, and the two holes, "I. . . died in a fire." I lied.
"I see," I heard a terrible beeping coming from everywhere and nowhere, "you must understand, I know when you tell me the truth and when you lie, please tell the truth." she seemed undisturbed by the beeping, and suddenly, it stopped.
"Okay, I committed suicide." I said.
"How?" she was getting on my nerves with the questions, but I still could not feel anger, "I cut me wrists."
"I see, do you regret what you did?" she asked.
"No." I felt ashamed at what I said, but that was the truth, I felt like I had made a great accomplishment, but the woman did not seem to feel like that.
"Do you want to be forgiven?" she seemed bored with the question.
"Well. . .I don’t know. . .will I have to go to heaven if I get saved?" I was hoping that she could tell me what I should do.
"No, but don’t you want to go to heaven?" she seemed to get weirdly interested suddenly.
"Well. . .I don’t know. . . . . .I always wondered what hell was like. . ." I said, afraid somewhat that I would be permanently sent to hell.
"I see. Well you have to choose one or the other because the only one you can come out of is heaven, and that is only if you have His consent."
That made me decide instantly, "Okay, I want to be saved and go to heaven." I said with enthusiasm.
"Great! Then lets get started." She clapped her hands in a very dainty way and suddenly an intricately designed gold bowl with ‘Holy Water’ etched into it. "What I am going to do is, I am going to pour this holy water on you, and tell me what temperature it is." I thought that seemed odd that she was going to pour water over me without knowing what temperature it was, but I went along with it because it seemed important.
"Okay."
"Alright."
I knelt on a red velvet pad on the floor and put my fore head onto what looked like a spa table.
"One, two, three."
Right as she said three, room temperature holy water was pored onto me. She handed me a towel, and as I was drying off, she asked,
"So, what temperature was the water?"
"It was room temperature." I answered honestly.
"Good, you can go to heaven now." she said in an emotionless voice.
I looked around and there was the white hole that was heaven. "I am a little afraid." I admitted, looking back at the angel standing behind me.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, I have been there for a very long time, and I am fine." she said, giving me a little push towards it.
"Okay then."
I walked slowly towards it and glanced back at the beautiful angel right before I plunged into the most wonderful feeling place in the entire existence, and the sad thing is, I cannot tell you anything further about it.
A/N This is a story I wrote when I was about...10, so please ignore the fact that it is badly written.
I tried to turn around, But when I did, I saw my dead body laying on the floor with a knife in my hand, cuts on my wrists and a huge pool of blood surrounding me.
"I actually did it!" I thought happily, and then I realized what I had said, "I am dead!" I tried to panic, but I still could not feel any emotions, and then I thought about that, "I can feel happy!" that made me feel a little better, but just as I was about to attempt to go back into my body, I saw the strangest thing; in one corner of the room, seeming to be floating in the air, there was a hole of beautiful white light that felt as though it was beckoning to me, and at the other corner of the room, there was another hole of beautiful white light, but this light seemed to flicker on and off at times, it too, was beckoning, but not as strong as the other.
"Heaven and hell." I thought, but the problem was, which one was which?
"Heaven has got to be the one that does not flicker." I new I was right, but I had always wondered what hell really was like. "Should I choose Hell? What if I can’t go back once I choose?" now I was confused. What could I do? Should I choose heaven, and then never know what hell was like? I started to drift towards hell, when a beautiful maiden with hazelnut brown hair and a graceful, white robe that seemed to shift colors as the maiden moved came out of heaven. It must been an angel. She looked at me, seemed to notice that I was drifting towards hell, and sighed,
"Have you done anything terribly wrong in your past?" the angel asked, barely moving her lips.
"Um. . . nothing really bad. . ." I said, unaware of the importance of what I was doing.
"Good, now, how did you die?" she looked at a clipboard that I was sure had not been there a couple of seconds ago,
"um. . ." I looked back at where my body had been, it was no longer there, as a matter of fact, we were in an entirely different place, all I could see was white, and the two holes, "I. . . died in a fire." I lied.
"I see," I heard a terrible beeping coming from everywhere and nowhere, "you must understand, I know when you tell me the truth and when you lie, please tell the truth." she seemed undisturbed by the beeping, and suddenly, it stopped.
"Okay, I committed suicide." I said.
"How?" she was getting on my nerves with the questions, but I still could not feel anger, "I cut me wrists."
"I see, do you regret what you did?" she asked.
"No." I felt ashamed at what I said, but that was the truth, I felt like I had made a great accomplishment, but the woman did not seem to feel like that.
"Do you want to be forgiven?" she seemed bored with the question.
"Well. . .I don’t know. . .will I have to go to heaven if I get saved?" I was hoping that she could tell me what I should do.
"No, but don’t you want to go to heaven?" she seemed to get weirdly interested suddenly.
"Well. . .I don’t know. . . . . .I always wondered what hell was like. . ." I said, afraid somewhat that I would be permanently sent to hell.
"I see. Well you have to choose one or the other because the only one you can come out of is heaven, and that is only if you have His consent."
That made me decide instantly, "Okay, I want to be saved and go to heaven." I said with enthusiasm.
"Great! Then lets get started." She clapped her hands in a very dainty way and suddenly an intricately designed gold bowl with ‘Holy Water’ etched into it. "What I am going to do is, I am going to pour this holy water on you, and tell me what temperature it is." I thought that seemed odd that she was going to pour water over me without knowing what temperature it was, but I went along with it because it seemed important.
"Okay."
"Alright."
I knelt on a red velvet pad on the floor and put my fore head onto what looked like a spa table.
"One, two, three."
Right as she said three, room temperature holy water was pored onto me. She handed me a towel, and as I was drying off, she asked,
"So, what temperature was the water?"
"It was room temperature." I answered honestly.
"Good, you can go to heaven now." she said in an emotionless voice.
I looked around and there was the white hole that was heaven. "I am a little afraid." I admitted, looking back at the angel standing behind me.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, I have been there for a very long time, and I am fine." she said, giving me a little push towards it.
"Okay then."
I walked slowly towards it and glanced back at the beautiful angel right before I plunged into the most wonderful feeling place in the entire existence, and the sad thing is, I cannot tell you anything further about it.
A/N This is a story I wrote when I was about...10, so please ignore the fact that it is badly written.
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