“Pots dniw!” I yelled. It didn't work. I yelled it again. ‘The power of the line resist all power and magic.’ I remembered my mentor tell me. I sighed as I struggled forward. I couldn't shield myself, I couldn't stop the wind and I couldn't teleport myself away from the line. There is no going back from the line. I’d never heard of anyone who had crossed the line that survived the journey. The thought scared me. What if I don’t make it? What if I can’t fulfill the prophecy? All of these thoughts went through my head all at once. I started to get overwhelmed. ‘Remember, try to stay whelmed.’ I heard my friend’s voice say. He said that too often. What if I never see my friends and mentor again? The thought ran through my head along with the others. It had been days, maybe weeks until I saw the border of the line. I ran as fast as I could. I then realized that I was not moving. I looked at my feet. I was slowly sinking. I started to freak out. I then remembered that my mentor told me that the more you struggle, the faster you’ll sink. I relax my body, but on the inside, I was still freaking out. I made my way slowly and steadily so that I wouldn't sink deeper into the sand. I finally reached out my arm and touched the line. ‘Once you touch the line,everything will stop.’ I remembered my mentor say. Everything stopped once I touched it. I could move fully again and my face didn't hurt anymore and the wind stopped. I ran to the other world. I saw lush green grass, tall trees, beautiful multi-colored flowers and it was wonderful. I felt a burst of life come to me.
The wind blew hard and fast. I struggled to make my way past the line of the two worlds. I felt like my feet are about to blow off. Inch by inch I walked. I lost my friend at the beginning. ‘Only one can pass’ The words of the prophecy rings in my head. I’m the one who can pass. I have to make it, the 2 worlds depend on me, I Thought. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. The wind blew through my loose orange hair and threw me backwards. The wind stung my face.
“Pots dniw!” I yelled. It didn't work. I yelled it again. ‘The power of the line resist all power and magic.’ I remembered my mentor tell me. I sighed as I struggled forward. I couldn't shield myself, I couldn't stop the wind and I couldn't teleport myself away from the line. There is no going back from the line. I’d never heard of anyone who had crossed the line that survived the journey. The thought scared me. What if I don’t make it? What if I can’t fulfill the prophecy? All of these thoughts went through my head all at once. I started to get overwhelmed. ‘Remember, try to stay whelmed.’ I heard my friend’s voice say. He said that too often. What if I never see my friends and mentor again? The thought ran through my head along with the others. It had been days, maybe weeks until I saw the border of the line. I ran as fast as I could. I then realized that I was not moving. I looked at my feet. I was slowly sinking. I started to freak out. I then remembered that my mentor told me that the more you struggle, the faster you’ll sink. I relax my body, but on the inside, I was still freaking out. I made my way slowly and steadily so that I wouldn't sink deeper into the sand. I finally reached out my arm and touched the line. ‘Once you touch the line,everything will stop.’ I remembered my mentor say. Everything stopped once I touched it. I could move fully again and my face didn't hurt anymore and the wind stopped. I ran to the other world. I saw lush green grass, tall trees, beautiful multi-colored flowers and it was wonderful. I felt a burst of life come to me.
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gently i crept.
round and round. circling and circling until the walls fell down. yet still i stayed. and circled more. until my hands fell through the floor. but even now i linger bound to the site where she reached out and heard my plight paper in each hand as thin as can be but firm enough for him to keep me to hold me in his pocket. day after day. even the light could not push him away. so i remained shrouded in a darkness so deep the depths froze my fingers and bit off my feet a precipice. over which i had jumped but i knew from that moment on i was trumped. his word was law. his word was law. and screams of opposition only left my throat raw. i begged and i pleaded choking on tears but a disconsolate woman provoked only cheers. a hurrah! to the work done well by the men. their stories concluded with a resounding amen. for they all agreed, a woman is silent. treat it as if it may become violent a savage little beast. locked away. hidden beneath the sounds of dismay. a clinking of chains. a rattling of cuffs. an eminent man will come and he’ll huff, he’ll huff and he’ll puff and he’ll blow your words down. until you are unable to make a sound. but for now, i’m stuck in this place. a situation each and every woman must face. because we all have a room whose walls are paper thin. but they never fail. to keep us in. They cursed at me for being myself,
For having a soul. They filled my mind with threats, They filled my heart with hatred. The wilderness was taking over me. I started to rip things apart, So they threw me on the ground. They locked the doors, Left me in the room. No windows, no sunlight. The room smelled bloody. Walls covered in graffiti, And my body was trapped. They brought me down to the chamber. A chamber full of people. I couldn’t stand it, I ran through the streets, And started to search for the keys. Keys that would lead me out, Keys that would set me free. My ears started to hurt, My heart started to pound faster, My eyes turned red, My body started to melt, And there it was. I was finally free. July 3, 2013
I watched the town burn. The horses were falling backwards. People layed face down on the sidewalk. The tables were inching off the ground. The asphalt was metamorphosing into dirt. The crows bit off the heads of mourning doves. The flowers whistled, and the crops turned to ash. I knew I had just caught myself in Limbo, and it was only a glimpse of what I thought was Hell. As the water covered me, and the world turned dark, I thought that I would live. Part 1 of 3: Harvest Feast July 3, 2008. The Cline family was a family of matter. It was family tree of gods. A Grandmother who loved giving out tough, but sweet, love. A sympathetic, caring mother. Three wild boys and two quiet girls. And a father who was nice and hard working. But, he had a demon on his shoulder that no other Cline knew about. A demon that would plague his crops, murder his livestock, and send ever Cline to eternal fiery Limbo. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine.” My screams echo into their faces. As I expect, my cry comes right back. Blood steps to me. Her eyes pierce my swelling soul.
“You are blind.” He spits many drop of warm sticky blood into the air. One lands on my shirt. That is when Death steps up. “You are deaf,” he screams letting out black liquid tainting my white clothing. I start to panick. “Please. So many people are losing me! This is not okay! We have to all be equal.” “Innocence! It is our time!” Blood steps back and starts to gargle. Then she spits into the air releasing blood. “Please help! All of me is black and red! You cannot get rid of me! Innocence is DYING!” My clear white vision starts to blind me with red blood, and black death. “please…” Confused.
Why must one word slip into another, without authorization. Just speaking your heart, to someone you trust only for them to share it with someone… to hate you. Everyone has a friend. Even when they don't know. Now, when rumors turn into lies, lies eat people alive, People get torn to shreds. There is a river
of shining, golden electric lights winding through liquid darkness below me Where goes this river of sparkling lights; delights? There’s no way to know where it will flow The only way to find the answer, knowledge, song is to follow it all night long Golden dreams whirl
Merry-go-round Dance free Dawn stirs Rhythm listening Deep golden souls flow life laughs Stars softly listen Inspiration Beloved stories dance Child delight Best Life I love Finally it was Saturday the first part of the ceremony. Baby Iris would be given later on they would announce her during the ceremony but they would not actually give her to the family just yet.
“Michael, will be given to the Pevensie’s Abigail, Paul, and Cassandra” The Chief announced Cassandra and her family walked up to the stage and received Michael in a basket with a pale blanket with his comfort object wrapped in his arms. Cassandra silently watched the rest of the ceremony. “Mark, will be given to the Smith’s Susan, Scott, and Melanie” The chief announced. “Iris, will be given to the McCarver's Leah, and Lester as their first child” The chief repeated Cassandra continued to watch the ceremony as the twos, threes, fours, fives, sixes, sevens, and eights continued their ritual. One person
Silently sits Alone in a room Dark and shadowy They don’t mind All day All night Hiding the self From the outside Away Away Away From the world No one to comfort them Almost invisible Until Two people Silently sit Together in a room Light and sunny They love it All day All night Showing themselves To the outside Close Close Close To the world Each other to comfort So visible |
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