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Adventure is out there, but where can you find such wonderful stories that fill children’s minds? “Well, they’re just stories,” most like to say, but I found out the truth on an adventure one day. I’ve met a girl with a basket, holding cookies galore On her way to her grandma’s in the small town of Bohr. And two kids leaving bread crumbs for a trail home Yet unbeknownst to them it was eaten by a gnome. I saw a young girl with curly locks of gold Playing Frisbee with a bear, maybe three years old, And today I rode a yellow dragon to school who stopped half-way, to get a drink from a pool. “But they’re just stories,” most like to say Well, I found the truth, and hope that you may.
By: Paige Connary
A Sorceress’ Wrath By: Cierra Hernandez
Prologue
In a world where magical people known as Magicals andNonmagicals both acknowledge one another, there was a war between the Light Side and the Dark Sorceress, Lady Emmeline. The war had been going on for seven years. It was about to take an unexpected turn. This is where our story begins...
The sun was shining. A tall woman in her mid-twenties with long, wavy, mousy, brown hair and yellow eyes was sitting on a bench in Waterloo Station in London, occasionally checking her watch. The woman's name was Lucy Hart, she was a doctor at St. Helen Hospital and she and her husband, Lance Hart, were Magicals. After about a half a hour, another woman in her early twenties about a head shorter than Lucy with long dark auburn hair and vivid blue-green eyes walked up to her. "Where have you been, Annabeth?" Lucy asked the woman. "Sorry 'bout that, sis" said Annabeth, scratching the back of her head. This woman's named was Annabeth Knox. She was Lucy's younger sister and, like her sister, she was a Magical. Despite being four years younger than Lucy, they both were extremely close. She worked as a policewoman and was part of the resistance against Lady Emmeline.
They talked about both of their days' for twenty minutes until Lucy said, "I have to go, Annabeth. I have the night shift at the hospital tonight." "Okay, bye Lucy," Annabeth said, waving as her sister walked away, "I'll see you tomorrow." Little did Annabeth and Lucy know that was a lie. Later that night, Lucy was working her shift at St. Helen's. Paramedics rushed a body with a sheet over it. Poor person, Lucy thought, I feel really sorry for his or her family and friends. Twenty minutes later, a co-worker named Daniel told her to come with him. "What is this about Daniel," Lucy said, “You know I'm busy and have no time for practical jokes." "I think it's best for you to find out for yourself," Daniel said with a sad expression on his face as they entered the examining room. Examiners were crowded around the body of a woman in her early twenties. She had dark auburn hair with lifeless blue-green eyes. Upon seeing the body, she realized who it was and broke down in hysterical sobs while shouting "No! Not Annabeth! She can't be dead!“ Just then, Lucy's boss, Evans Blue walked in the room. When he saw Lucy crying, he said in a sympathetic voice, "I see you found out what happened to your sister, Dr. Hart." Lucy dried her eyes and asked, even though she was cared of the answer. "What did happen to her?"
“We think Emmeline hit her with the cardiac curse," said Daniel. Lucy knew that the cardiac curse was a curse that caused cardiac arrest and, in the end, death. Lucy felt intensely numb, and cold feelings inside that were threatening to drown her. Luckily, Mr. Blue spoke before it could completely drown her. "I think it's best for you to take the next two weeks off work, Dr. Hart." Lucy nodded in agreement and left. Once she was outside, she managed to get a cab and get home. When in the cab, the cold numbness turned into a fiery rage. Lucy silently vowed vengeance on Emmeline not only
her sister, but also for all of the people Emmeline hurt and
When she got home, her husband, Lance, came up to her. Lance was tall with bright red hair and amber eyes. He told her the hospital called and told him about Annabeth. "I want revenge," Lucy said in a soft whisper, “I want revenge for everything she's done." "A lot of people want revenge on her, Lucy," Lance said. "True. I want to do something about it," Lucy said, “I’m planning to do something." "Like what," Lance asked curiously, "like joining the resistance?" "No," Lucy answered, "but they can help with the plan if they like." "What is the plan?" Lance asked. You remember the story about the legendary sword, Aduro, on Mount Soul, right?" "Yeah, why do you ask?" said Lance.
killed. She wanted revenge.
"I'm planning on going there and retrieving the sword." Lucy said, ignoring Lance's shocked expression, "I need you gather an army, go to Emmeline's castle, and wait for me to re-turn with the sword to attack. If I'm there in two weeks, attack anyways."
"Halt, who goes
"Lucy, are you sure about this?" "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," said Lucy, "Aduro is supposed to be the most powerful in existence. Can you do this for me, Lance?" "Okay Lucy, I have faith in you," Lance said. “J ust be careful and get the sword." "I will" Lucy promised. They kissed and Lucy packed all of the supplies she needed in a backpack. Before leaving, she gave Lance a departing kiss and left. It was four days when she finally reached Mount Soul.
there?" barked a rough sounding
voice. Lucy turned and found herself faced with a real goblin. She had never actually seen a real goblin, but she’d read about them. The goblin was half the size of an average human. His face looked like he ran face-first into a brick wall several times. He had a large sack with him. "State your full name and business here," the goblin barked. "Schweiring, that's enough!" exclaimed a more soothing voice. Lucy then turned again and a fairy marched to where they were. She was a little shorter than the goblin with light blue hair, lavender eyes and purple butterfly wings. "Musique, how are we supposed to know who she is,"
It was a majestic sight. The base of the mountain had
Schweiring the goblin retorted. “For all we know she could be
bountiful fruit tree with lush fruit wanting to be picked and
one of the Dark One's spies." Musique crossed her arms and
fragile, colorful flowers. High up it became rocky, but it still
huffed, "Well, you don't need to be so rude, you know."
was a wonderful sight.
Musique looked over at Lucy and said, "What is full your name anyways and why are you here?" "I'm Lucy Ceri Hart and I’m here to retrieve the sword, Aduro," Lucy said, “Who exactly is the "Dark One" anyways?"
“Well, fairies, goblins, elves, and pixies refer to her as
A red ray of light came from her hand and the Chimera instantly
the Dark One," Musique explained, "She is a powerful yet evil
slowed down and then Lucy shouted, "Explosion!" The Chimera
Dark sorceress. She attacked our village on the mountain seven
instantly blew up into a billon pieces. The only piece that remained
years ago and set a Chimera on us. It attacks our village at least
was one of its hooves. She took the hoof as proof that she defeated
once a month. I think humans refer to her as Lady Emmeline."
the Chimera.
"Oh, her" Lucy said as she tried to keep control of her rage, "I know her. In fact, she's the reason I'm after Aduro. I
plan on using it to kill her. She killed my sister and I vowed
Later, Lucy showed Musique and Schweiring the hoof. Musique looked cheerful and Schweiring nodded with approval and said, "Well done, human, the sword is
vengeance for Annabeth and everyone else who has suffered by her hands." Musique looked happy to help, but Schweiring looked
yours." He pulled the sword out of his sack and gave it to Lucy. As Lucy turned to leave, Musique spoke up. "Wait! Lucy, me and Schweiring were
unconvinced. "How do we know your telling the truth?"
Schweiring sneered, "How do we know she’s not one of the
wondering if we could come up you to defeat the Dark One."
Dark One's spies?
Musique said. Lucy thought about for a moment and said, " Sure,
"Well, how can I prove myself," Lucy said, "How can I convince you I'm telling the truth." "Kill the Chimera," the goblin said, "kill the Chimera, you earn the village's trust. Earn our trust and the sword is yours. Before you ask, the Chimera is usually at the top of the mountain."
So Lucy set off to the top of the mountain. When she finally got to the top, she saw the Chimera. It truly was hideous. It had the head of a lion, middle of a goat, and the end was that of a scaly snake tail. It was an inky black color. Upon Lucy's sight, the monster tried to scorch her with fire. Luckily, she dodged and put out her wand and shouted, "Bardus!"
why not?" It was three days until they reached the forest where Emmeline's castle was. They met up with the army, which not only consisted of Magicals and Nonmagicals, but also of phoenixes, hippogriffs, and dragons, waiting to attack. Lucy spotted her husband, ran up, and kissed him. "So you got the sword?" said Lance after the embrace of his wife. "Yeah, I did," said Lucy, pulling out the sword, "not only that, but Musique and Schweiring agreed to help us fight." "Well, it's nice to meet you two," said Lance "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Hart," said Musique. "Yeah, whatever," Schweiring drawled.
Before Midnight Chimed
"We’ve got a problem," a blonde girl with hazel eyes said as she
`"Where do you think Emmeline is?" Lance said, catching his breath.
ran up to them, "the entrance is blocked by some sort of Dark
"Probably in the throne room," said Lucy.“Let's go."
magic. We can't get in."
They ran until they saw a room with a Cyclops guarding
"Leave it to me," said Musique.
it. The Cyclops had a very trollish . Lance turned to Lucy and
"How are you going to do that?" asked a black haired
said, "I'm going to lead the Cyclops away from here while you
man with gray eyes. "Fairy magic is different than normal magic," Musique said simply, “It can cancel any type of Dark magic." They finally reached Emmeline‘s castle which was in the
go and fight Emmeline." "Are you sure, Lance?” "I'm sure," said Lance, “Do you trust me." "Of course I do," said Lucy. “Just be careful." Lance
deepest part of the forest. It was as large as a skyscraper and
nodded and kissed Lucy. Then he ran in front of the Cyclops
stone of the castle was a gloomy ,gray color. The air around the
and shouted, "Hey, you bug-ugly brute! Over here!"
castle seemed quite sullen. The entrance was a large wooden drawbridge that seemed to glow dark purple. "Okay Musique," Lance said, "you know what to do."
The Cyclops noticed him and started walking toward him. Lance ran as the Cyclops chased him. Just be safe, Lance, Lucy thought as she approached the
"Right," said Musique.
door. She blasted the door open with a spell and saw a tall
A white burst of light came from her hand and hit the
hooded figure that was facing away from her.
drawbridge. Instantly, the drawbridge stopped glowing and opened.
"So you're the one who invaded my castle," said the figure in a mock voice. “Isn't that amusing…”The figure turned
"Okay everyone," Lucy called to the army, “You guys
and the hood fell off, revealing herface. It was Emmeline; she
take out Emmeline's elite. I'll take care of Emmeline.”
had black hair that was a mess, a worn out face, and pitiless red
As they entered the courtyard, a full fledged battle started between the Light Army and Emmeline's elite. As Lucy and Lance ran past the battlefield, they saw their comrades fighting, including Schweiring, who was kicking and punching the shins of Emmeline's elite. They ran inside one of the castle's corridors.
eyes. They say she once had golden hair with eyes of the lightest blue, but because she became so engorged with the Dark Arts, her appearance changed.
She spoke yet again in a mocking voice, "May I ask who you are?" "My name is Lucy Hart," Lucy shouted, “My sister was Annabeth Knox and you," she pointed to Emmeline, "killed her." "Aww, is little ickle Lucy going to avenge little sister," Emmeline said her mock baby voice, “isn’t that sweet? Well, guess what, Lucy," her tone suddenly became harsh,” your sister was pathetic. She's dead and you're next." She sent a dark curse at Lucy who detected it. The two battled restlessly. They both were evenly matched. "Give up already and join your worthless sister," Emmeline shouted. “NEVER CALL ANNABETH WORTHLESS, YOU HAG!" Lucy screeched. With one final blow from Aduro to Emmeline's heart, Emmeline was dead. The battle ended and peace was won. Lucy met up with the Light army and Lance. At the sight of each other, they embraced. They both knew the future would be bright.
Hush Hush begins with the protagonist, Nora Grey, who is a sophomore living in Coldwater, Maine. Nora and her best friend, Vee, are content with conquering their high school years and getting through it together and as normally as possible. But all of that changes when a boy, Patch Cipriano, transfers to their school. Nora, pretending to be repulsed by anything that has to do with Patch, cannot help but be attracted to the dark, mysterious, bad boy aura that Patch seems to radiate. Getting close proves to be an easy task, however, it’s the secrets Patch holds that will change Nora in more
ways than one.
This is a book that you will not be able to put down. Teenagers in general will be able to build a connection with this book because of the way Nora speaks and acts towards the world around her. The plot of this story has a weird way of speeding up and slowing down, which may lose a few readers in the beginning because of the more ‘boring’ parts, but once readers get past that, the writing draws you in and leaves you craving more. cont.
We three agree that Fitzpatrick did an amazing job in writing Hush Hush. It’s a very unique novel, as are the books that follow in the series. There are other books about fallen angels that hold their own charm but this one stands in it’s own category. The biggest strength of this book is the engaging plot. Fitzpatrick did a great job at developing the relationship between Nora and Patch. Their banter adds some much needed comedic moments in the midst of mystery and intrigue. If you’re a fantasy lover, or one who has been thinking of trying to read a book in the fantasy genre, we guarantee you that you will adore this book.
Trilogy by McKenzie Durtschi Changeling Green and Gray Woodland Eyes Faerie’s own Take the guise Of Mortal babe The Faerie Glade Beware you doubters Wander not to the Glade Over yonder near the brook Faerie music tempts the unwary To dance their lives away Drink not the wine Eat not the delights Fairy dusted with poison Mayhaps they will grow bored And luck will see you free Pray not to your Heavenly Father He cannot save you in te Glade Where magic reigns supreme Faerie Lords and Ladies Your life dances to their whim Grimm O’beguiler of wills Free us from the tyranny of thought Dazzle us with your magical characters Immerse us in tales of wonder
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Set Fire to the Rain by Adele But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew, All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true, And the games you'd play, you would always win, always win, But I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face, Well, it burned while I cried, 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name, set fire to the rain, And I threw us into the flames, Well, it felt something died, 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time, oh, Oh, no, Let it burn, oh, Let it burn, Let it burn • In reality it’s impossible to set fire to rain. Adele tells a story of love and pain. She feels weak without his love. She thought she knew him but there was a side of him that she didn’t know about. He told her lies and she believed them and he played his games and he always won. She was angry and hurt so she felt like anything was possible in that moment and could set fire to the rain. Her pain was relieved by other pain; she didn’t want to lose the one she loved so she threw herself and him into the flames and they burned together and that was the end of the pain.
Starlight- Muse “Starlight� by Muse is about someone once loved. It seems as though someone important to the writer of the lyrics is dying. The lyrics reveal that the singer will feel miserable, alone, and depressed. The lyrics also reveal a message from the voice of the one leaving. He/she wants the singer to move on and live life fully.
Now I'll never let you go If you promised not to fade away, never fade away.
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Sometimes, who you think your love is--is a toad. He hasn't once been my true prince charming, But he sweet talked and wrote me an ode. The way“Princess” was treated was alarming. Your King and Queen never even liked me. I never rode in a horse and carriage. When we went out, I had to pay our fee. You hesitated when I said marriage.
Although, we were sweet, I found a new prince. You’ll regret treating me like a peasant. You’ll see all the love I get, not just a glance. He’ll take me to the ball, I’ll feel pleasant. I will finally have my true love’s kiss. I can’t wait to see him. You, I won’t miss. By: Raenell Stradling
“Papa! Papa! Look what I found!” I swim as fast as her mother and I are able to, turn from my brothers just in time to catch my but my mind, fueled by my worst nightmares, baby girl in a cloud of bubbles; her curly cannot – will not- understand this. The deep green locks swirl around her grinning distance between the docks and myself face. She holds up a circle of gold, and her shorten drastically. I can see Tresina’s shining smile widens. shimmering orange hair and matching tail “Momma said it’s called a ring, isn’t trapped between the posts supporting the it pretty?” docking place. I can save her… One more “Not as pretty as you Sandriana. surge and I’m there beside her. I grasp her Where did you find it? Where is Momma?” hand, confirming she has yet to let her My smile hides my concern. Were they down warming light be extinguished. by the docks? We usually don’t venture so “Darius…is she safe? She wandered close to the shore, but nature has forced us away from me while I was…” her voice fades to. Tresina knows the dangers…. out, “…I found her here…” Her sweet, sweet “Momma is still down by the docks; voice has been dragged down to a she wanted to me to show you and tell you cracked, pain-filled whisper. to hurry.” Her innocence shielded her from dangers, but not her mother. “Stay with the others!” I shout at my Endsley cont. naïve toddler as I take off, swimming as
rapidly as my powerful tail could push me through the water. Please hold on Tresina. I’m coming, I’ll save you. Just hold on! Panic consumes my every fiber, fear coats my every scale; my heart knows it is too late. Sandriana cannot
“Yes, she’s fine, Sandriana is fine. Come, I tears pour from my eyes into the water still can get you out of here. We-” She places and quiet around us. her hand over my mouth, gently stopping “Darius, I love you. Take care of my falsified hopes as she feebly shakes her our baby. And don’t blame yourself, don’t head. Tresina looks down, my eyes follow tear yourself apart, no one could have and I see it…the fatal bloody gash in her seen this.” Terror takes backstage in her slim, entangled torso, the fishing spear on voice, love and her tenderness taking the sea floor streaked with blood. over. She pulls the pearl I gave her at our My body shudders. It went completely wedding from her hair and places it within through her. my navy blue locks. I wrap my arms Her weakened fingers lift my chin, forcing around her, holding her close. She kisses my gaze away from her wound to her me one last time before her beauty, her eyes, the vivid, vibrant, life-loving eyes that compassion, her kindness, and her orange had trapped me more than a net ever eyes dissolve into a swirl of sea foam. could. A delicate smile poorly masks her pain Endsley cont. and fears that court with death. I cling to her hands, begging for her to stay, trying to will the hole to heal. “I love you, Tresina.” I choke on my rushed words, wishing this was not the end, and that these words did not have to be said in a goodbye. “You are my love, my
everything, you always have been. I shouldn’t have left to hunt with my brother, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” The hot
She’s gone…… The comprehension settles and my chest heaves with the invisible tears, and a horrid hollowness punches through my being. My arms drift down to my sides as memories cycle behind my eyes, all of our firsts, our embraces, our kisses, the birth of our daughter… Adrenaline bursts through me, shattering my numbness, snapping me into action just another spear dives into the water. I miss it by inches. I hear the frustrated cries above the water, ignoring the anger that had begun to well up inside that hollow hole; I make my way back to my daughter and the pod.
I got one today, but she died before I could reel her in. She was pretty, too. Today I just saved hundreds of helpless soldiers from being tempted to their watery death by her false orange beauty and her siren’s song. Another demon banished from the earth. However, if I trust my eyes- which I dothen I saw another one, a dark blue one….probably her mate…filthy, disgusting. The thought makes me sick. Two were sent, so two must die. If he is her’s then he will be back to mourn or for revenge. I will be waiting to finish the work I have started today, that they started years ago.
Endsley cont. .
Cinderella’s Sandal
As I near the pod, I shout same, laying their hands on me, into the water to alert them of my forming an intricate web. Daniel presence. They stop whatever they and Natalia, the twins Hunte and are doing and watch my James, Caylipso, and even the approach. I know they know. How children who barely understand, could they not? For a moment we Sandriana, Marla and Balthazar, just float together, letting the join hands. We lend each other our caressing ocean try to soothe the strength, bearing the massive ache. It doesn’t work. weight of loss together that would Seth, my older brother, have obliterated us if apart. Our comes forward grasping my touch reminds each other that we shoulder, his scarlet red eyes filled are not alone, that even in death with pain. His wife Delilah, round the souls of the departed are all with pregnancy, follows suit, around us, forever a part of the vast touching my upper arm and and wonderful ocean‌ holding the hand of her beloved husband. Slowly everyone does the
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On Melancholy Hill by the Gorillaz “Melancholy Hill” is a song where you must truly hear the lyrics to gets its meaning. The song is about seeing things for the mirages that they are. The listener is placed into a state of melancholy, a sense on want is established and it cannot be. In the end the music evokes powerful , powerful sadness. Up on melancholy hill There's a plastic tree Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day Of another dream Well you can't get what you want But you can get me So let's set up and see 'Cause you are my medicine When you're close to me When you're close to me ~ Gorillaz “Melancholy Hill”
Who Am I? By: Mattie Whitt
Green moss covers ancient walls Crowns of gold worn on heads Fortified gates protect history Knights being bestowed Stones stacked high to hide people’s lies Hatred engulfed what was right Royalty and slavery working as one. Its waters murky from the untold truth. Who am I? Who am I? A person? A place? A thing? A person? A place? A thing? Its walls witnessed all good and evil It didn’t just shelter its inhabitants Cries of pain ring in ancient halls But kept the secrets of corruption Everything is all but a mystery Who am I? Beautiful ballads by people were sung. A person? A place? A thing? Who am I? A person? A place? A thing?
“Meet me in The Courtyard…”
This is to those who dream all day, For all those who want things to happen one certain way, For those who cry through the night, This is for those who dread the next day, For those who are afraid to speak their mind, For those who feel the need to hide, This for the people who cut and bleed, It’s for all those people that hurt and lie,
Save that hope for one more day, Just know everything will be okay.
Happily Ever After-He is We This song asserts that all of our lives are like a story. The lyrics suggest that we become aware of what happens in our lives. Only with awareness will we discover our hopes and dreams. Remember, we are in the middle of the story.
This is one of those songs that flat out tells you its true meaning. Live your life. Don’t regret those moments that drag you down and haunt you—just get over them. Don’t be afraid take risks and to walk closer to the edge. Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free A birth of a song, a death of a dream Closer to the edge This never ending story, paid for with pride and fate We all fall short of glory, lost in ourselves No I'm not saying I'm sorry One day, maybe we'll meet again No I'm not saying I'm sorry One day, maybe we'll meet again No, no, no, no I will never forget No, no I will never regret No, no I will live my life
Love and Joy at its Strongest By: Mckayla Demoss Once upon a time, there was a man in his eighties. The only woman he had ever loved, his wife, had passed away about a year before. Within that time he had grown very ill and had lost his house; a house he had grown up in and where he had raised his own children. He had two children, a boy and a girl. His boy died at nineteen, when he went off to war. His daughter ran off with a boy into the city. He hadn’t talked to his daughter in over eight years, until today. As he sat in the taxi, it crept slowly into the driveway. He had no clue what to expect. Suddenly, two girls in bright dresses and piggy tail braids and a boy, about the same age, with his dog, came running toward the taxi. The old man was in awe. They did not call him grandfather; they didn’t even know who he was. They just thought he was a visitor, coming to stay for a little while. Their mother stepped out the door shyly and the children’s attention turned back to her.
The old man wasn’t well welcomed into the house. His daughter’s husband either worked all day or sat on the couch and watched T.V. The children never came near, always keeping their distance. The only attention he received were staring eyes. His own daughter wouldn’t even talk to him unless he asked a question or if she needed something. Every night he would go to bed and sob. One day he went for a walk. Usually he avoided going on walks because he used to go on walks every day with his wife. This day was calm, and the trees were perfectly in season. The rosy, sunset leaves were just beginning to fall. The sunlight delicately showed through the trees as a couple roller bladed past the old man. He was happy for this nice day, but something was missing—as if his heart finally broke, it ached. He clenched his hand to his chest and fell against a wide oak tree, using it for support. As he was doing so, he saw on the tree a heart carving with the initials SL and IS. What little reality he had left slipped away and he had a flash back of him and his fiancé carving their initials in a tree back home on the day he proposed to her. With his last breath, he smiled because of the memory, and then he passed away. No one noticed him, or even cared. He was completely invisible, but joy lingered on his lips.
It Takes Years by Kat Johnson Her long, blonde hair glistened against the bright light that captured her even on a dismal, cloudy day. Though it was slightly ratty and uncared for, it lightly cascaded down her shoulders and swept up at the end, which allowed even the driest of parts to bounce freely at any movement of her neck. Her crimson eyes could light up at any moment. Her arms hung limp and lifeless at her side, much like the way she carried her whole body. The other tortured souls within her home guided her, nurtured her, like the mother she never had. They were her only family. She was merely just a member of their cult. Groups to which she’d been accustomed, and would never betray. No matter how ruthless and phony they truly were.
Years later, I worry night and day, in the back of my mind, about whether this was a phase or permanent disturbance. Either way, this was much more than your average haunting. From the beginning, you could say it was as if we were friends. An odd match but our personalities quickly blended, making us more like sisters than friends. We were always together, consistently arousing the interest of others with a clichĂŠ of comical tall tales and an abundance of laughter. Sadly, this is no typical fairytale. For reasons beyond my knowledge then, and that still haunt me now, we were separated. As inseparable as I believed we were, fate decided otherwise. Her death was a slow, heartbreaking tragedy. Even if I was the only one feeling
this ache, she gave my life purpose, and that was enough. As her dark mahogany casket neared the bottom of her grave, I, dressed all in black, heard God’s drums pounding in my ears. He cried with me that day and night at the sight of her leaving my life forever. She’s gone. No, it couldn’t be. For years subsequent, the image of her angelic face haunted me in my dreams. Every night, I saw her, dream after dream; night after night. Eventually, the distinction between reality and dreams was blurred into one. Whenever I saw her, I truly believed she was still alive. She now follows me everywhere I go. I hear her whispering to me when the wind is heavy. From the corner of my eye, I frequently catch her staring at me, then quickly turning her head, slightly
embarrassed at even the thought of being caught. Whenever the moon is full, its iridescent light reveals her small, frail silhouette. No one else can see her it seems, only I. One night during a dream, she spoke to me. I was unaware of the severity of the thought that I’d lost even the slice of sanity I still had. Even in my subconscious, I was fully aware that she was dead. However, something about her presence seemed real. I fully believed in the reality of her standing there. “Oh, hi,” was all I managed. “Hi,” she responded. “How are you doing?” I asked casually. “I don’t like fighting with you, Melora. I never have,” she blurted out of nowhere. The red in her eyes was glossy, bright blue
tears streamed down her pink cheeks. “I don’t like it either,” I said. “I didn’t mean for things to go that way.” “I know,” she said. “I forgive you, as long as you forgive me too.” I smiled, for even in the midst of confusion as to what she was referring, I was glad to hear her voice directed towards me again. I grabbed her firmly. Her hair’s light scent of crisp, granny smith apple still lingered on her head and
through her hair. “I must go now,” she said as she wiped her face. “Don’t go, Chastidy,” I said as my voice cracked and a single tear fell from my eye. “I have to,” she said. “But I will always love you. I love you as one loves another person whom one simply cannot do without.” And they lived happily ever after.
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– Contributing to this year’s first issue was tons of fun. Now read it. ~ Anthony – – Through the bickering and ‘smart’ comment, we came together and made a great issue! Hold onto your happily ever after. – Brooklyn
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