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Flight of the ArrowThe string stretches taught, Flexing the bow like a sickle moon. The shaft rests against her arm, Waiting tensely for its release. She breathes in deeply, The sweet mingled scent of grass and pine Calms her. She sights down the wood. Gentle words of remembered instructions Whisper around her head. Then, in a moment of perfect unity Between girl and arrow She lets go. The dart springs forth Eager to be loosed, Set free in a moment of flight, Then curves down toward the earth, Its hasty escape halted as it Burrows softly in the ground.Flight of the Arrow
by ~Reth
Aylem - Chapter Two‘Why can’t you be more like your sister?’ ‘You’re a disgrace to our family!’ ‘How dare you deliberately miss school?’ ‘To think that my own daughter is a juvenile delinquent. The shame of it.’ ‘Whatever you do reflects on us. Do you realise that?’Aylem - Chapter Two
Be-beep. Be-beep. Be-beep. Be-beep. The harsh call of her alarm clock penetrated Sam’s dreams. She reached a hand out of her bed and switched the insistent beeping off. Slowly her mind surfaced from the realms of sleep. She pushed the duvet off and swung herself into a sitting position. Sam shook her head and rubbed her eyes, trying to dispel
by ~Reth
TBP - Chapter TwoKeeper of the ancient secrets, Teacher of the hidden skills, Open my heart and mind to wisdom, Fill my days with strengthened will. Reveal the fearful truth of being, The part of us we fail to see. O lynx of smiling, hidden secrets, Bring aid and wisdom now to me.TBP - Chapter Two
Lees checked her dagger was safely sheathed for the hundredth time that afternoon. She drew the blade and gently ran her fingers down its edges. Razor sharp, as it had been five minutes ago when she had last checked it. She took up a fighting stance; blade held ready in her left hand, knees slightly bend, muscles tense an
by ~Reth
Unwilling LonerThere’s this new girl in our class, Sam. She only joined a few weeks ago, after the start of this year. She doesn’t have any friends, and to tell the truth I don’t think she’s ever likely to have any.Unwilling Loner
She came in late on that first day. Mr James was already taking the register when the door opened and Mrs Hardwick led her in. The girl stood in front of the class as Mr James introduced her and told us she was new to the area. Her clothes were a bit tatty, and I don’t know what era they were from, but it was defiantly not the 21st Century. Long, lifeless mousy-brown hair hung over her face, covering her features. She was staring at
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- Current Residence: New Forest, South England
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Not that there's been any activity on here for a while.
Hope you're good,
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(I especially like Aylem.)
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de vida.
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Will comment on your stuff later today- got a lot of spare time...
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