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| currently my pride and joy... never assume a piece is perfect. It can always be rewritten and improved |
Part 0 The Masked DragonDay 14, Autumn 1345 I never thought I was a good writer. I've never even pretended that I was a good writer. So, why bother trying? My master was very displeased with this response, but in all good honesty, if it didn't bother my horse, why should it bother me? It's not that I don't like writing about the brave villagers who ride the dark dragons, and fight against the Targapi. It's all rather fascinating… but I would just rather experience it myself. Is that unheard of? My master said to me "A wise man will find a trade that is worthy of honor, but will prolong his life. This, young Artenya, is why we as scribes are greatly honorePart 0 The Masked Dragon
Just a thoughtI could see the end It closed around my thoughts Leaving me on edge And frantic in my waysJust a thought
And yet, I see the beginning I can see the blessings Leaving me sober And thankful to be alive
In such times When life seems to collapse We can still see promise If we throw away our selfishness
How can people say there's no God?
Autumn SpiceI’ve always hated the cold. I’ve always hated the drawling, lagging, lifeless state as the world prepares for hibernation. Yet, I feel a breath of contentment escape from my chest. Though the wind is brisk and bitter sometimes is breaks. I feel a warm blanket over my face like a yearling horse breathing softly asking for my friendship in return.Autumn Spice
Calm copper colors float carelessly from the eaves of the woods into freshly tilled fields. The smell of autumn spice litters the farmer’s dwellings, but they don’t mind. The copper remnants will make their golden stalks grow tall when they spread their seed onto the r
Warehouse 49Pa sent me out today. He sent me to get the last bit of lamb chops for tonight’s supper… We will not survive this dry spell. We need at least one more ewe to last us until the months of rain, but the flock was wiped out by this famine. They were slowly starved one by one. I don’t know why Pa says we will be fine, because I know we won’t. A famine doesn’t just end like our normal seasons. We are desperate, but Pa has sent me to get our last bit of lamb chops. Only Pa knows where I am.Warehouse 49
I feel uneasy. I wish mother knew too, but she is in town with little Bell. I feel nervous when only one person knows where
Materialism ProloguePeople are so caught up in the here and now. The rotted sewers of Materialism leak their filth onto the crowded streets. The foul stench of greed is everywhere, and people strive to achieve personal gain and personal pleasure. Unrealistic dreams that they once possessed as innocent children are now cast into gutters and sewer drains. Such dreams are considered unworthy of an individual pointing themselves toward success. These precious imaginings, these beautiful hopes of a once youthful and unburdened mind are left behind to wither away like a wilting rose, no longer glamorous to the senses. But in this lies one of mankind's greatest eMaterialism Prologue
Love, The BoyI think I love you.Love, The Boy
I got your letter when it fell from the sky and crashed onto my head and went straight through to my heart. I can still recite every word that you said; it's buried in my soul.
Dear girl, It's you and me now. I can still taste your kiss on my tongue. You tasted like freedom and touched me like rain. It was the kind of rain that you don't ever want to end. I know that your heart hurts sometimes when you see the past, but give me a chance to show you the fireflies.
Love, The Boy Who Stole Your Heart
Please, show me the fireflies under the moon while we fish f
What Is Love?Love is such a beautiful word. But I didn't know what it meant until this year, when I met my soulmate. I know, I know. Everybody falls in love right? Wrong. In our society, no one truly understands what that simple little word means. To them, it is a warm feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach when you see that special someone.What Is Love?
It is something that is replaceable, something that can be remade if the first try doesn't turn out quite right. Love is something that happens all the time, and it's not all that unique.
But that view of love is not the one that I hold to. To me, love is a commitment that lasts a lifetime, a bond y
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