Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Mathew J's Romance Chapter
The Lost Prophet
‘It is the cold of night, and all who sleep is in their beds tucked away into a cold nights slumber, I, Don Quixote, am their only hope of ever recovering the courage and determination they need in order to get through the night. But first, I must fight my evil half twin, Leeward the Lucif. He is always attacking the village’s humanity and good will towards others, and trying to make them feel, um, stupid! So I must seek out this evil made man and stop him before he drinks all of the wine and really throws people over the edge!’
Don grabs his trusty sword of a thousand truths, his helmet of integrity, and his hello kitty blanket for the slumber that awaits him in the cold night. As he is walking down the hollow’s edge he remembers he is forgetting something. ‘Hmm, this is taking a little longer than I thought! Oh, yes, that’s right! I need a horse!’ As runs back to get his horse, Poseidon the Great, he stumbles across an old man who asks him for some wine and cheese. ‘I do not have time, my old friend, for I am off to fight my evil half twin who is disrupting the night!’ says Don Quixote. The old man looks at in him in disbelief of his ignorance and stupidity. The old man says ‘Don, don’t you realize that it is the middle of daylight, you still have your pajamas on, plus you are only walking to the barn where Lee is working on his toy car with your father? He is only 5 years old my boy, and you are a grown man. You, my friend, need some help.’ Don replies, ‘Psh, you will see, in ten years, this boy will become a dark sinister!’ And Don runs down to his house and becomes side tracked to a shiny fishing pole his father just got.
‘It is the cold of night, and all who sleep is in their beds tucked away into a cold nights slumber, I, Don Quixote, am their only hope of ever recovering the courage and determination they need in order to get through the night. But first, I must fight my evil half twin, Leeward the Lucif. He is always attacking the village’s humanity and good will towards others, and trying to make them feel, um, stupid! So I must seek out this evil made man and stop him before he drinks all of the wine and really throws people over the edge!’
Don grabs his trusty sword of a thousand truths, his helmet of integrity, and his hello kitty blanket for the slumber that awaits him in the cold night. As he is walking down the hollow’s edge he remembers he is forgetting something. ‘Hmm, this is taking a little longer than I thought! Oh, yes, that’s right! I need a horse!’ As runs back to get his horse, Poseidon the Great, he stumbles across an old man who asks him for some wine and cheese. ‘I do not have time, my old friend, for I am off to fight my evil half twin who is disrupting the night!’ says Don Quixote. The old man looks at in him in disbelief of his ignorance and stupidity. The old man says ‘Don, don’t you realize that it is the middle of daylight, you still have your pajamas on, plus you are only walking to the barn where Lee is working on his toy car with your father? He is only 5 years old my boy, and you are a grown man. You, my friend, need some help.’ Don replies, ‘Psh, you will see, in ten years, this boy will become a dark sinister!’ And Don runs down to his house and becomes side tracked to a shiny fishing pole his father just got.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Lydia's Essays
Folk Tale
In the year 1205 AD, Sir Bradan the Great Knight (as he was called) lived on his grand manor in the London countryside with his fair lady, the Lady Aislinn. He was a loving husband and responsible landowner. He was very handsome, very brave and mighty in battle, not to mention very chivalrous toward his wife, as well as the other court ladies. Never had there been such a sterling example of knighthood as Sir Bradan.
One day, Sir Bradan and Lady Aislinn were walking along a particularly beautiful piece of woods on their manor with a lovely stream running through it. Suddenly, Sir Bradan spotted a strange object floating in the water. He walked in to retrieve it, and it was an egg, but it was very large, about twice the size of his helmet. He lifted it out of the water, and in spite of its size, it was very lightweight. That could only mean one thing: a dragon egg. All poems and folklore described dragon eggs as such. “Come”, said Sir Bradan to his beautiful wife. “We shall take it to the manor and have the servants erect another barn for it. We will raise it and train it to live among people.”
So, once the new barn was built, the dragon egg was moved in with plenty of blankets and a fire to keep it warm. It was the middle of August, but it was starting to get a little chilly at nights. After a few weeks the ivory-colored egg hatched. The baby dragon was about one foot tall newborn, and he was beautiful. His eyes were huge and golden and his scales the color of the ocean. Sir Bradan gave him the name Cyan, which means “greenish-blue.” Even at his early age, Cyan had strong white claws and teeth, strong wings, and a sturdy build: sure signs of strength. “When Cyan grows up”, Sir Bradan thought, “he will be a mighty beast, fearsome and beautiful.”
Cyan did grow up to be mighty and beautiful. When he was two months old he learned to talk. He would follow Lady Aislinn all around the castle, just talking to her about different things. When he was six months old he was seven feet tall. At this age, Sir Bradan started taking him along on hunting trips. Now, Cyan was one year old and full grown, measuring ten feet tall. His wings had grown to their full awe-inspiring size, each measuring eight feet long, which created a breathtaking figure in flight. When he spoke, his voice sounded like music, and when he sang, it was something surreal. His claws and teeth were even stronger and whiter. His muscles were huge, and his ocean-colored scales grew more vibrant and his golden eyes shone even more as he matured. A more magnificent, gorgeous living thing was never seen.
After another year came a time of war. Sir Bradan was away from the manor much of the time fighting dangerous and brutal battles. Cyan was just as powerful and beautiful as ever. One evening, Sir Bradan, lying exhausted in his bedchamber, thought, “Cyan is powerful and fearsome. I will take him into battle and feed him our enemies. I will not feed him animals anymore.”
Sir Bradan fed Cyan nothing but prisoners and enemies for another year and a half until the war ended. Then came a time of peace. There were no prisoners or enemies for Cyan to eat, and so he became hungry and restless in his barn. He didn’t want to eat animals anymore. One day, one of the villagers came running and screaming to Sir Bradan. “Sir Bradan! Sir Bradan! The Lady Aislinn’s been killed! Cyan has killed and eaten her!” Sir Bradan was shocked into a disbelieving stupor. Cyan? Eaten Aislinn? It couldn’t be true.
Sir Bradan ran with all his might to Cyan’s barn. He flung the door open and shouted, “Why did you eat my wife!? How could you kill her!?” Then he actually looked at Cyan. The mighty dragon started walking towards him, slow and menacing. His intention was obvious. “Why are you doing this?” Sir Bradan asked in horror. He had noticed a change in Cyan after the war ended, and even before that, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it, and so dismissed it. Now, he realized full-on exactly what it was, the new quality that burned in the great golden eyes. Viciousness. Ferociousness. Ravenous madness. Before he answered the question, for the first time in his life, Cyan roared and breathed a colossal column of fire into the air, and his barn began to burn. Sir Bradan was terrified. “I’ve never been hungry before,” Cyan replied. His lyrical, musical voice was gone, replaced with the callous, glacial hiss of a cobra. “I’m a dragon, and people are what I eat.” Sir Bradan seemed to have lost his ability to speak or move. He was frightened and horrified beyond expression. Cyan, the powerful and terrifying dragon, took a step forward and descended upon Sir Bradan the Great Knight.
Cyan was a dragon, and a dragon doesn’t care who he kills or eats. Although Sir Bradan believed that he and Cyan were very close friends, Cyan was always a dragon. Sir Bradan forgot that. Cyan was used to and known for eating people, and when he got hungry, he ate Lady Aislinn and Sir Bradan. The point is that likewise, don’t imagine that a dragon-like person known for devouring people can be your friend without realizing that he may at any pint turn around and devour you.
Romance Novel Chapter
This takes place some time after a grand banquet hosted by the grand knight Sir Alonzo the Great. The great and illustrious (and handsome) Sir Dorian was invited, and fell desperately in love with the lord’s daughter, the sweet and fair Lady Lúthien. She also fell desperately in love with him. Sir Dorian would come to the castle at night every night and stand on the ground outside her window, and would sing her songs of love, and speak words of love, praising her sweetness, her beauty, her “dove’s eyes” (as he called them), and declaring his love for her over and over. Lúthien too loved him and would declare her love for him over and over. Finally, on the occasion of which I speak, she has, after Dorian’s continuous begging, gotten enough courage to climb down the hedges on the side of the castle down to him.
“Lúthien my dearest, I implore you, will you come down to me tonight?”
For weeks, Dorian had asked his dearest love the same question. Also for weeks, Lúthien had wanted to climb down the castle walls to her dearest love, but she feared the climb down, and back up. She was also nervous that one of her handmaidens sleeping in the next room might hear something, come into her room, and find her missing.
For so long Lúthien had wanted so badly to climb down to Dorian, to hold him in her arms, and look into his eyes when she told him she loved him, not from high above on her balcony. She knew her father liked and respected Dorian, and had no doubt he would give Dorian her hand in marriage if he ever asked, but he would never allow it if she was caught sneaking out of her bedchamber and climbing down to him during the night.
However, Lúthien’s fear and nervousness vanished that night when her love for Dorian overpowered them once and for all.
“Yes my darling, at last I will come to you tonight! Only promise me two things.”
So elated he could barely get his words out, Dorian said, “Anything, my love.”
“The first is that you watch carefully as I climb down, and the second,” she gave him a loving smile that made his heart swell, “is that you hold me so close and tight I scream for mercy, for that is what I intend to do to you.”
Dorian complied with his true love’s first request, and watched her carefully as she climbed down the castle walls, talking her all the way down. When she reached the bottom, Lúthien ran into his arms and he was more than happy to entertain her second request. Dorian wrapped her in his strong arms and embraced her fair person close to him and lovingly kissed her sweet, tender mouth. Then, he put his mouth to her ear and quietly sang one of his songs of love. When he finished the song, he whispered,
“This is much better than singing to you from far below on the ground.”
Lúthien leaned her head back, looked into his eyes, and said, “I love you, Dorian.” Then she paused, and said “That is much better than telling you from high above on my balcony.”
“And I love you, Lúthien.” Then Dorian paused, kissed her again, flashed her a smile (her heart nearly melted), and said, “I agree.”
They walked over to a nearby bench under a tree in the yard. Lúthien was true to her promise, and clasped Dorian tightly in her arms. At that moment, with him in her arms and her in his, she determined in her heart never to release him.
Dorian looked right into Lúthien’s “dove’s eyes”, held her hand in both of his, and said “My darling Lúthien, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you the first time at you father’s banquet.”
“That’s when I fell in love with you.” Lúthien said.
“Since then I’ve always thought you the loveliest, sweetest, and most wonderful lady I’ve ever met. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and I want to ask you something, before I ask your father.” He knelt on the ground before her, and took her lovely hand in both of his. Lúthien got very excited, because she knew what he was going to ask. What else could it be?
“Lúthien, will you marry me?” Dorian asked, his heart in his hands.
“Yes!” Lúthien exclaimed, running into Dorian’s arms and he picked her up and spun her around, both so happy basking in one another’s true love.
“Tomorrow I will ask your father for your hand. I have no doubt he will grant it to me, but nothing else can be done about it tonight. I don’t want to risk staying out too long, or you father will certainly forbid our marriage, so kiss me goodnight and hurry back to your chamber. Just know, my dearest love, that nothing pains my heart more than to release you at this moment, and also that I love you with all my heart. I am forever yours.”
Lúthien kissed him with all the love in her heart, embraced him tightly, and said “And I love you with all my heart, dearest Dorian. Heart and soul, I am forever yours.”
Dorian’s heart swelled. How he loved to hear her say those words! Clasping her ever tighter to himself, he would have been perfectly content if they could stay like that forever and he would never have to let her go.
But he knew he must. They had been outside for a while, and he couldn’t risk any trouble with Lúthien’s father at all if he wanted to marry her. And he did with every fiber of his being. Terribly against his will, Dorian released Lúthien from his loving embrace, kissed her one more time, and walked her over to the castle wall.
Then, Lúthien started the steady climb up the hedges to her bedchamber. Oh, how she did not want to leave Dorian! Even though she knew they would meet the next night, it still hurt to leave him even for a minute. But all the way up the castle walls, she knew with all her heart that she was being watched by the careful eyes of her beloved Dorian, who was sweetly singing a song of love.
In the year 1205 AD, Sir Bradan the Great Knight (as he was called) lived on his grand manor in the London countryside with his fair lady, the Lady Aislinn. He was a loving husband and responsible landowner. He was very handsome, very brave and mighty in battle, not to mention very chivalrous toward his wife, as well as the other court ladies. Never had there been such a sterling example of knighthood as Sir Bradan.
One day, Sir Bradan and Lady Aislinn were walking along a particularly beautiful piece of woods on their manor with a lovely stream running through it. Suddenly, Sir Bradan spotted a strange object floating in the water. He walked in to retrieve it, and it was an egg, but it was very large, about twice the size of his helmet. He lifted it out of the water, and in spite of its size, it was very lightweight. That could only mean one thing: a dragon egg. All poems and folklore described dragon eggs as such. “Come”, said Sir Bradan to his beautiful wife. “We shall take it to the manor and have the servants erect another barn for it. We will raise it and train it to live among people.”
So, once the new barn was built, the dragon egg was moved in with plenty of blankets and a fire to keep it warm. It was the middle of August, but it was starting to get a little chilly at nights. After a few weeks the ivory-colored egg hatched. The baby dragon was about one foot tall newborn, and he was beautiful. His eyes were huge and golden and his scales the color of the ocean. Sir Bradan gave him the name Cyan, which means “greenish-blue.” Even at his early age, Cyan had strong white claws and teeth, strong wings, and a sturdy build: sure signs of strength. “When Cyan grows up”, Sir Bradan thought, “he will be a mighty beast, fearsome and beautiful.”
Cyan did grow up to be mighty and beautiful. When he was two months old he learned to talk. He would follow Lady Aislinn all around the castle, just talking to her about different things. When he was six months old he was seven feet tall. At this age, Sir Bradan started taking him along on hunting trips. Now, Cyan was one year old and full grown, measuring ten feet tall. His wings had grown to their full awe-inspiring size, each measuring eight feet long, which created a breathtaking figure in flight. When he spoke, his voice sounded like music, and when he sang, it was something surreal. His claws and teeth were even stronger and whiter. His muscles were huge, and his ocean-colored scales grew more vibrant and his golden eyes shone even more as he matured. A more magnificent, gorgeous living thing was never seen.
After another year came a time of war. Sir Bradan was away from the manor much of the time fighting dangerous and brutal battles. Cyan was just as powerful and beautiful as ever. One evening, Sir Bradan, lying exhausted in his bedchamber, thought, “Cyan is powerful and fearsome. I will take him into battle and feed him our enemies. I will not feed him animals anymore.”
Sir Bradan fed Cyan nothing but prisoners and enemies for another year and a half until the war ended. Then came a time of peace. There were no prisoners or enemies for Cyan to eat, and so he became hungry and restless in his barn. He didn’t want to eat animals anymore. One day, one of the villagers came running and screaming to Sir Bradan. “Sir Bradan! Sir Bradan! The Lady Aislinn’s been killed! Cyan has killed and eaten her!” Sir Bradan was shocked into a disbelieving stupor. Cyan? Eaten Aislinn? It couldn’t be true.
Sir Bradan ran with all his might to Cyan’s barn. He flung the door open and shouted, “Why did you eat my wife!? How could you kill her!?” Then he actually looked at Cyan. The mighty dragon started walking towards him, slow and menacing. His intention was obvious. “Why are you doing this?” Sir Bradan asked in horror. He had noticed a change in Cyan after the war ended, and even before that, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it, and so dismissed it. Now, he realized full-on exactly what it was, the new quality that burned in the great golden eyes. Viciousness. Ferociousness. Ravenous madness. Before he answered the question, for the first time in his life, Cyan roared and breathed a colossal column of fire into the air, and his barn began to burn. Sir Bradan was terrified. “I’ve never been hungry before,” Cyan replied. His lyrical, musical voice was gone, replaced with the callous, glacial hiss of a cobra. “I’m a dragon, and people are what I eat.” Sir Bradan seemed to have lost his ability to speak or move. He was frightened and horrified beyond expression. Cyan, the powerful and terrifying dragon, took a step forward and descended upon Sir Bradan the Great Knight.
Cyan was a dragon, and a dragon doesn’t care who he kills or eats. Although Sir Bradan believed that he and Cyan were very close friends, Cyan was always a dragon. Sir Bradan forgot that. Cyan was used to and known for eating people, and when he got hungry, he ate Lady Aislinn and Sir Bradan. The point is that likewise, don’t imagine that a dragon-like person known for devouring people can be your friend without realizing that he may at any pint turn around and devour you.
Romance Novel Chapter
This takes place some time after a grand banquet hosted by the grand knight Sir Alonzo the Great. The great and illustrious (and handsome) Sir Dorian was invited, and fell desperately in love with the lord’s daughter, the sweet and fair Lady Lúthien. She also fell desperately in love with him. Sir Dorian would come to the castle at night every night and stand on the ground outside her window, and would sing her songs of love, and speak words of love, praising her sweetness, her beauty, her “dove’s eyes” (as he called them), and declaring his love for her over and over. Lúthien too loved him and would declare her love for him over and over. Finally, on the occasion of which I speak, she has, after Dorian’s continuous begging, gotten enough courage to climb down the hedges on the side of the castle down to him.
“Lúthien my dearest, I implore you, will you come down to me tonight?”
For weeks, Dorian had asked his dearest love the same question. Also for weeks, Lúthien had wanted to climb down the castle walls to her dearest love, but she feared the climb down, and back up. She was also nervous that one of her handmaidens sleeping in the next room might hear something, come into her room, and find her missing.
For so long Lúthien had wanted so badly to climb down to Dorian, to hold him in her arms, and look into his eyes when she told him she loved him, not from high above on her balcony. She knew her father liked and respected Dorian, and had no doubt he would give Dorian her hand in marriage if he ever asked, but he would never allow it if she was caught sneaking out of her bedchamber and climbing down to him during the night.
However, Lúthien’s fear and nervousness vanished that night when her love for Dorian overpowered them once and for all.
“Yes my darling, at last I will come to you tonight! Only promise me two things.”
So elated he could barely get his words out, Dorian said, “Anything, my love.”
“The first is that you watch carefully as I climb down, and the second,” she gave him a loving smile that made his heart swell, “is that you hold me so close and tight I scream for mercy, for that is what I intend to do to you.”
Dorian complied with his true love’s first request, and watched her carefully as she climbed down the castle walls, talking her all the way down. When she reached the bottom, Lúthien ran into his arms and he was more than happy to entertain her second request. Dorian wrapped her in his strong arms and embraced her fair person close to him and lovingly kissed her sweet, tender mouth. Then, he put his mouth to her ear and quietly sang one of his songs of love. When he finished the song, he whispered,
“This is much better than singing to you from far below on the ground.”
Lúthien leaned her head back, looked into his eyes, and said, “I love you, Dorian.” Then she paused, and said “That is much better than telling you from high above on my balcony.”
“And I love you, Lúthien.” Then Dorian paused, kissed her again, flashed her a smile (her heart nearly melted), and said, “I agree.”
They walked over to a nearby bench under a tree in the yard. Lúthien was true to her promise, and clasped Dorian tightly in her arms. At that moment, with him in her arms and her in his, she determined in her heart never to release him.
Dorian looked right into Lúthien’s “dove’s eyes”, held her hand in both of his, and said “My darling Lúthien, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you the first time at you father’s banquet.”
“That’s when I fell in love with you.” Lúthien said.
“Since then I’ve always thought you the loveliest, sweetest, and most wonderful lady I’ve ever met. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and I want to ask you something, before I ask your father.” He knelt on the ground before her, and took her lovely hand in both of his. Lúthien got very excited, because she knew what he was going to ask. What else could it be?
“Lúthien, will you marry me?” Dorian asked, his heart in his hands.
“Yes!” Lúthien exclaimed, running into Dorian’s arms and he picked her up and spun her around, both so happy basking in one another’s true love.
“Tomorrow I will ask your father for your hand. I have no doubt he will grant it to me, but nothing else can be done about it tonight. I don’t want to risk staying out too long, or you father will certainly forbid our marriage, so kiss me goodnight and hurry back to your chamber. Just know, my dearest love, that nothing pains my heart more than to release you at this moment, and also that I love you with all my heart. I am forever yours.”
Lúthien kissed him with all the love in her heart, embraced him tightly, and said “And I love you with all my heart, dearest Dorian. Heart and soul, I am forever yours.”
Dorian’s heart swelled. How he loved to hear her say those words! Clasping her ever tighter to himself, he would have been perfectly content if they could stay like that forever and he would never have to let her go.
But he knew he must. They had been outside for a while, and he couldn’t risk any trouble with Lúthien’s father at all if he wanted to marry her. And he did with every fiber of his being. Terribly against his will, Dorian released Lúthien from his loving embrace, kissed her one more time, and walked her over to the castle wall.
Then, Lúthien started the steady climb up the hedges to her bedchamber. Oh, how she did not want to leave Dorian! Even though she knew they would meet the next night, it still hurt to leave him even for a minute. But all the way up the castle walls, she knew with all her heart that she was being watched by the careful eyes of her beloved Dorian, who was sweetly singing a song of love.
Daniel's Romance Chapter
Crossing through Northern Russia an adventurous trio makes their way eastward from their homeland, Romania. Why would a group of men be traveling eastward through the frigid climate of Northern Russia?
“Fate of the Destined” as they called themselves - the greatest that heroes humanity had to offer. This lengendary group is led by the tactical and courageous lord, Bill’s Donuts, a rather muscular man whose flowing gold hair was the envy of many women that excelled in all things equally. Bill’s Donuts was assisted by Marion of Velox Volo, a short dark man who had speed like the Cheetahs of Africa and McDonald Fata, a large bald man with skin as tough as a Rhinoceros.
The three men were gods among men; they were famous for having survived conditions far more severe than any had endured before them, they had preformed feats not possible for ordinary human beings and battled countless enemies yet always came out on top. Other men would have frozen to death or starved, but there was a reason that Fate of the Destined decided to take on this task.
The Chicken Dunks, a group of evil ice-beasts had repeatedly ravaged the hero’s home village. Due to the fact that Fate of the Destined had been in other countries on different quests by the time word got to them they were too late to stop these impious rascals. The Chicken Dunks could only live within a non-frigid climate very short-term, but since this town was of decent wealth they had done their homework and took a chance expecting our heroes to be on a quest, and their diabolical plan paid off (literally!).
“I cannot wait to teach these fowl beasts a lesson! How dare they attack our village when we were gone! How convenient is that to the plot that there was no other decent defense against these frigid… things!” Bill’s Donuts cried aloud. “Time to eat.” Retorted a yawning McDonald, “Why would we need to eat?” said Marion in response. “Indeed. We may eat when we are victorious.” – A thoroughly empty statement from the leader, almost inaudible beyond the growling of Bill’s Donuts’ stomach.
“I may be an obese man, but we have not eaten in two days. I think it is reasonable to partake in a feast at this point.” Growled the fat man, in agony from hunger at this point. Bill’s Donuts, showing his true feelings “Y-yes… that does seem to make some since, luckily I brought these doughnuts which are full of… vital nutrients, such as sugar!” At this Fate of the Destined put down their gear and set up camp for the night.
“Fate of the Destined” as they called themselves - the greatest that heroes humanity had to offer. This lengendary group is led by the tactical and courageous lord, Bill’s Donuts, a rather muscular man whose flowing gold hair was the envy of many women that excelled in all things equally. Bill’s Donuts was assisted by Marion of Velox Volo, a short dark man who had speed like the Cheetahs of Africa and McDonald Fata, a large bald man with skin as tough as a Rhinoceros.
The three men were gods among men; they were famous for having survived conditions far more severe than any had endured before them, they had preformed feats not possible for ordinary human beings and battled countless enemies yet always came out on top. Other men would have frozen to death or starved, but there was a reason that Fate of the Destined decided to take on this task.
The Chicken Dunks, a group of evil ice-beasts had repeatedly ravaged the hero’s home village. Due to the fact that Fate of the Destined had been in other countries on different quests by the time word got to them they were too late to stop these impious rascals. The Chicken Dunks could only live within a non-frigid climate very short-term, but since this town was of decent wealth they had done their homework and took a chance expecting our heroes to be on a quest, and their diabolical plan paid off (literally!).
“I cannot wait to teach these fowl beasts a lesson! How dare they attack our village when we were gone! How convenient is that to the plot that there was no other decent defense against these frigid… things!” Bill’s Donuts cried aloud. “Time to eat.” Retorted a yawning McDonald, “Why would we need to eat?” said Marion in response. “Indeed. We may eat when we are victorious.” – A thoroughly empty statement from the leader, almost inaudible beyond the growling of Bill’s Donuts’ stomach.
“I may be an obese man, but we have not eaten in two days. I think it is reasonable to partake in a feast at this point.” Growled the fat man, in agony from hunger at this point. Bill’s Donuts, showing his true feelings “Y-yes… that does seem to make some since, luckily I brought these doughnuts which are full of… vital nutrients, such as sugar!” At this Fate of the Destined put down their gear and set up camp for the night.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Joshua's Romance Chapter
Romantic Novel Chapter
Once upon a time, so many years ago, there lived a young knight. This young knight felt he had a great destiny to achieve yet no one would give him the opportunity. Every time the king would call for his knights to come and go to war, the king would leave this young knight to watch over the castle. The young knight was very sad at this because he wanted very much to be one of the greats.
On his way back from the kings’ castle the young knight and his fellow knight came across a young maiden. She was covered in dirt from head to toe and at first glance was considered hideous by his fellow knights. They, being considered great and marvelous knights, pushed the young maiden into the dirt. They spit on her and cursed her for even walking in their path. The young knight who was in the rear of the parade saw this. When he rode past her, he look down and their eyes connected. He in the presence of his servants and fellow knights dismounted his stead and carefully picked her up and set her on his own horse. Upon reaching his own home he ordered his servants to take of her.
The next day the young knight left for business with another knight. The young lady awoke and realized she was in a knight’s home. She began to walk around the house, both inside and out. She saw the beauty of this home and the care that it took to maintain it. The maiden began to walk around the grounds and there she saw a wonderful lake. This lake was deep and inviting. The young maiden had to sit down to take it all in. As she was sitting the young knight, who was with his fellow business partner, saw her true beauty that was once hidden by the mud. He could not describe what he saw because her glory caused him to loose all of his knowledge.
As the young knight stood dumbfounded by the glory of her, the waters of the lake began to moan. The knight regaining his wits saw this creature explode out of the water. The young maiden griped with fear passed out on the cool grass. The monster made a chilling screech that brought the young knight to his knees. The monster turned his attention to the young maiden and he slowly made his way in a disgusting slithering way towards her.
The monster was about to grab her feet to drag her to the bottom of this lake, the young maiden opened her eyes and with a cry for help the young knight leaped upon the back of the monster and plunged his dagger deep into the monsters skull. The monster fell to the side as dead as it could be.
The knights’ fellow business partner saw this and ran to the king and reported what had happen. The king called for the young knight and the maiden and proclaimed the young knight’s name to be mounted among the great knights in the great hall. This great call can not be written but its translation means “Forever”, which became the promise the young knight and the maiden made to each other that very same day.
Once upon a time, so many years ago, there lived a young knight. This young knight felt he had a great destiny to achieve yet no one would give him the opportunity. Every time the king would call for his knights to come and go to war, the king would leave this young knight to watch over the castle. The young knight was very sad at this because he wanted very much to be one of the greats.
On his way back from the kings’ castle the young knight and his fellow knight came across a young maiden. She was covered in dirt from head to toe and at first glance was considered hideous by his fellow knights. They, being considered great and marvelous knights, pushed the young maiden into the dirt. They spit on her and cursed her for even walking in their path. The young knight who was in the rear of the parade saw this. When he rode past her, he look down and their eyes connected. He in the presence of his servants and fellow knights dismounted his stead and carefully picked her up and set her on his own horse. Upon reaching his own home he ordered his servants to take of her.
The next day the young knight left for business with another knight. The young lady awoke and realized she was in a knight’s home. She began to walk around the house, both inside and out. She saw the beauty of this home and the care that it took to maintain it. The maiden began to walk around the grounds and there she saw a wonderful lake. This lake was deep and inviting. The young maiden had to sit down to take it all in. As she was sitting the young knight, who was with his fellow business partner, saw her true beauty that was once hidden by the mud. He could not describe what he saw because her glory caused him to loose all of his knowledge.
As the young knight stood dumbfounded by the glory of her, the waters of the lake began to moan. The knight regaining his wits saw this creature explode out of the water. The young maiden griped with fear passed out on the cool grass. The monster made a chilling screech that brought the young knight to his knees. The monster turned his attention to the young maiden and he slowly made his way in a disgusting slithering way towards her.
The monster was about to grab her feet to drag her to the bottom of this lake, the young maiden opened her eyes and with a cry for help the young knight leaped upon the back of the monster and plunged his dagger deep into the monsters skull. The monster fell to the side as dead as it could be.
The knights’ fellow business partner saw this and ran to the king and reported what had happen. The king called for the young knight and the maiden and proclaimed the young knight’s name to be mounted among the great knights in the great hall. This great call can not be written but its translation means “Forever”, which became the promise the young knight and the maiden made to each other that very same day.
Jordan's Romance Chapter
The early morning light was just beginning to lighten the edges of the sky when Maggie opened her eyes. She had a full day ahead of her and could feel it calling to get her out of the comfort of the warm blankets. Reluctantly, she swung her legs over the edge of her little piece of the universe where she had spent many nights wondering about her prince charming and if he had gotten lost somewhere. She stretched and yawned as her mind began to put into order her “to do” list.
It had been two years since her parents died and left her penniless and at the mercy of the bill collectors. She was lucky enough to have her cousin, Emma, to watch over her. She moved in with her when the house had to be sold to cover all of the necessaries after the funerals and sundry bills. She barely had the clothes on her back when she left the house for the last time. It would have been depressing if it had happened to anyone else but Maggie Bressette.
Maggie came from a strong Canadian French family who were some of the first pioneers to spread out into the great unknown of the Canadian Wilderness. It had been hard but they were harder and their family made it all the way to the other side of the Rocky Mountains before they had any kind of problems. Her daddy had bought a piece of land and had a cute little house built just for the three of them before they had even gotten there. He thought he had it all worked out until the snow came and delayed their trip by one long year. Her mom and dad’s health just wore out with the waiting and they made it “home” only two months before they passed away. Maggie was on her own in the middle of nowhere until her cousin Emma showed up to rescue her.
Maggie had moved on by now on to a job as a teacher for her small town. She was grounded that way, she saw that she needed to do something to take care of herself and she did it. She was doing a pretty good job of it until one day, Jonah Winken, walked into her life. He was the father of one of her most troublesome of students. She had asked him to come in and have a meeting with her about the problem. He showed up alright and gave her the scare of her life. He yelled and threw things around and nothing she could say would calm him down. The windows of the schoolhouse were open and she was sure the entire world could hear what was going on inside. She was certain this was not going to end well when a shadow filled the doorway of her little one room schoolhouse. She was filled with wonder at the immediate calm that filled the room when Jonah saw who it was that caused the dimming of the sun light. His mouth slammed shut and he began to backtrack to the side door and freedom from what was an uncomfortable situation. Maggie saw all of this and was amazed.
Her first impression of her rescuer wasn’t a mind blowing experience because he was just a normal looking man standing there in her doorway. He was average in height and in looks. He said he was just passing by when he heard the commotion and he just wanted to make sure she was alright. He had Jonah apologize for his tantrum and promise to make his son behave. Her relief was complete when he helped her clean up the mess before he moved on. Her rescuer told her that his name was Ethan Winding and to call on him if she ever needed anything else. The world was right again when he finally tipped his hat and walked down the yard to the street towards the town square.
She had never noticed him before amongst the town people. She thought she had gotten to know everyone because of her position as the town’s only teacher. She had to do some sleuthing in order to find out anything about him. She did all this in the name of finding a way to say “Thank You” for saving her. She discovered that he had a small farm out about five miles from town where he raised the prettiest black sheep. He had no family and so he was out there alone working his place. She loved to say his name, Ethan Winding. She did this often because she found she was constantly thinking of him and his sparkling hazel eyes. She even found herself wandering off in her daydreams in the middle of the school day when she had given everyone time to sit quietly and read. Her constant sighing had been the wake up call that she was thinking about him too much. It was then that she decided that she better figure out how to say “Thank You” and move on.
She decided that she could bake him a cake to show her gratitude. She worked all day one Saturday and it turned out perfect. She was never one to be domesticated and she was usually fine with that. This one time it really mattered to her what he thought about her creation. She packed it up in a little basket and rode out to find his farm. She was told it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. He had a house surrounded by tall pine trees and a big white barn that couldn’t be missed.
She had no trouble finding everything except the man. He must have been out in his fields when she visited. She let herself into the house and left the cake on the table. She was just going to have to do it again when he was there so that she could thank him in person. She felt vaguely disappointed at not completing her mission. She wasn’t paying attention to her driving when her horse got spooked by a blowing leaf and took off running down the rutty dirt road. She let out a good yell and hung on for dear life hoping that the horse would calm down soon. There was a movement out the corner of her eye and it was then that she saw Ethan running down the field towards her crazy horse. He almost fell because he was going so fast. Her horse didn’t have a chance.
She was a trembling mess by the time the buggy slowed and he was her hero one more time. If this kept up she would owe him more than a cake and she blushed at the crazy thought. It was a good half an hour before she could talk coherently enough to ask him to dinner on Saturday. She was afraid he would refuse women didn’t do the asking. Amazingly, he smiled and accepted graciously.
She could think of nothing else for the entire week. What would she wear? What would she fix? What on earth would they talk about? She cleaned and she fussed. She found herself day dreaming in the middle of class time. Her students benefited from her absent minded good humor and were blessed with a much smaller load of homework.
Maggie woke up bright and early on the much anticipated day. When she walked outside to get a look at the day there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She was stunned and wondered if Ethan had been looking forward to today as much as she had. She put the finishing touches on the house and the dinner. As she worked, she did her best not to think. If she started thinking, she knew she would go crazy with worrying if he would like her or not.
As the day ticked slowly by to the appointed hour, Maggie paced and primped to the point of distraction. Eventually, she had to get a book and get outside. She settled down to read on the bench nestled in a shaded corner of the porch. She sat there with the book open staring into space seeing only Ethan’s hazel eyes.
Off in the distance, down the road a buggy came stirring up the dust. It looked like a dust storm was brewing if the buggy weren’t noticed. Maggie noticed and was stricken with a heaping dose of nerves. After what seemed like an endless wait, the buggy pulled up and Ethan got out. All of Maggie’s worries instantly vanished when she looked into his hazel eyes. There he was, her prince charming holding another beautiful bouquet of flowers just for her. He had finally found her.
It had been two years since her parents died and left her penniless and at the mercy of the bill collectors. She was lucky enough to have her cousin, Emma, to watch over her. She moved in with her when the house had to be sold to cover all of the necessaries after the funerals and sundry bills. She barely had the clothes on her back when she left the house for the last time. It would have been depressing if it had happened to anyone else but Maggie Bressette.
Maggie came from a strong Canadian French family who were some of the first pioneers to spread out into the great unknown of the Canadian Wilderness. It had been hard but they were harder and their family made it all the way to the other side of the Rocky Mountains before they had any kind of problems. Her daddy had bought a piece of land and had a cute little house built just for the three of them before they had even gotten there. He thought he had it all worked out until the snow came and delayed their trip by one long year. Her mom and dad’s health just wore out with the waiting and they made it “home” only two months before they passed away. Maggie was on her own in the middle of nowhere until her cousin Emma showed up to rescue her.
Maggie had moved on by now on to a job as a teacher for her small town. She was grounded that way, she saw that she needed to do something to take care of herself and she did it. She was doing a pretty good job of it until one day, Jonah Winken, walked into her life. He was the father of one of her most troublesome of students. She had asked him to come in and have a meeting with her about the problem. He showed up alright and gave her the scare of her life. He yelled and threw things around and nothing she could say would calm him down. The windows of the schoolhouse were open and she was sure the entire world could hear what was going on inside. She was certain this was not going to end well when a shadow filled the doorway of her little one room schoolhouse. She was filled with wonder at the immediate calm that filled the room when Jonah saw who it was that caused the dimming of the sun light. His mouth slammed shut and he began to backtrack to the side door and freedom from what was an uncomfortable situation. Maggie saw all of this and was amazed.
Her first impression of her rescuer wasn’t a mind blowing experience because he was just a normal looking man standing there in her doorway. He was average in height and in looks. He said he was just passing by when he heard the commotion and he just wanted to make sure she was alright. He had Jonah apologize for his tantrum and promise to make his son behave. Her relief was complete when he helped her clean up the mess before he moved on. Her rescuer told her that his name was Ethan Winding and to call on him if she ever needed anything else. The world was right again when he finally tipped his hat and walked down the yard to the street towards the town square.
She had never noticed him before amongst the town people. She thought she had gotten to know everyone because of her position as the town’s only teacher. She had to do some sleuthing in order to find out anything about him. She did all this in the name of finding a way to say “Thank You” for saving her. She discovered that he had a small farm out about five miles from town where he raised the prettiest black sheep. He had no family and so he was out there alone working his place. She loved to say his name, Ethan Winding. She did this often because she found she was constantly thinking of him and his sparkling hazel eyes. She even found herself wandering off in her daydreams in the middle of the school day when she had given everyone time to sit quietly and read. Her constant sighing had been the wake up call that she was thinking about him too much. It was then that she decided that she better figure out how to say “Thank You” and move on.
She decided that she could bake him a cake to show her gratitude. She worked all day one Saturday and it turned out perfect. She was never one to be domesticated and she was usually fine with that. This one time it really mattered to her what he thought about her creation. She packed it up in a little basket and rode out to find his farm. She was told it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. He had a house surrounded by tall pine trees and a big white barn that couldn’t be missed.
She had no trouble finding everything except the man. He must have been out in his fields when she visited. She let herself into the house and left the cake on the table. She was just going to have to do it again when he was there so that she could thank him in person. She felt vaguely disappointed at not completing her mission. She wasn’t paying attention to her driving when her horse got spooked by a blowing leaf and took off running down the rutty dirt road. She let out a good yell and hung on for dear life hoping that the horse would calm down soon. There was a movement out the corner of her eye and it was then that she saw Ethan running down the field towards her crazy horse. He almost fell because he was going so fast. Her horse didn’t have a chance.
She was a trembling mess by the time the buggy slowed and he was her hero one more time. If this kept up she would owe him more than a cake and she blushed at the crazy thought. It was a good half an hour before she could talk coherently enough to ask him to dinner on Saturday. She was afraid he would refuse women didn’t do the asking. Amazingly, he smiled and accepted graciously.
She could think of nothing else for the entire week. What would she wear? What would she fix? What on earth would they talk about? She cleaned and she fussed. She found herself day dreaming in the middle of class time. Her students benefited from her absent minded good humor and were blessed with a much smaller load of homework.
Maggie woke up bright and early on the much anticipated day. When she walked outside to get a look at the day there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She was stunned and wondered if Ethan had been looking forward to today as much as she had. She put the finishing touches on the house and the dinner. As she worked, she did her best not to think. If she started thinking, she knew she would go crazy with worrying if he would like her or not.
As the day ticked slowly by to the appointed hour, Maggie paced and primped to the point of distraction. Eventually, she had to get a book and get outside. She settled down to read on the bench nestled in a shaded corner of the porch. She sat there with the book open staring into space seeing only Ethan’s hazel eyes.
Off in the distance, down the road a buggy came stirring up the dust. It looked like a dust storm was brewing if the buggy weren’t noticed. Maggie noticed and was stricken with a heaping dose of nerves. After what seemed like an endless wait, the buggy pulled up and Ethan got out. All of Maggie’s worries instantly vanished when she looked into his hazel eyes. There he was, her prince charming holding another beautiful bouquet of flowers just for her. He had finally found her.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Laura's Romance Chapter
Sir Wolfgang von Germania
Once upon a time in Germania is where it all started. There was a Knight, or at least he thought he was a Knight, that went by the name or Sir Wolfgang von Germania. Now in his feeble mind no other Knight could compare. He sat upon a proud steed, Der Sturm, or 'The Storm' in English. Now if you know anything about the German language 'der' is a masculine form of speaking. However, Der Sturm was actually a half lame mare. In battle a mare dose not hold the same aggression as a stallion making them a bad choice for a steed. Sir Wolfgang believed that his beloved horse was indeed male and if anyone told him different he would tell you "Nien, er ist eine Junge." (No, he is a boy).
Sir Wolfgang also wielded a sword made of a very poor grade of steel. Maybe it wasn't heated correctly in its making do to the many bends in the steal. To him though this sword was great beyond all other and went by the name of Der Metzger, or 'The Butcher'. Contrary to reality, he swore the sword had taken the live of over one hundred pillagers, fifty giants and two dragons. Now whether this was a fabrication of his mind or truth none could contest. So the villagers of the town he had now claimed to protect just allowed this lunatic to go on his merry way.
It was until he started telling them that this year’s harvest of wheat was laced with a potion created by a powerful sorcerer. Of course the people of the village stood there dumbfounded as he told them this. One villager stood amongst the crowd at the top of his lungs he yelled to Sir Wolfgang "Du bist wohl nicht ganz gescheit!" (You must be crazy!). Soon after all of the other villagers joined in. Wolfgang hung his head telling the people that he would hunt down this illusive sorcerer and proves to them that there crop was no good. Not only would he do this outrageous task but he would do it before the harvest that was the day after the next full moon.
With this he jumped on Der Sturm kicked at her... Erm.... His sides and yelled in a mighty voice "Sie gehen!" (Let's go!). A with a tired whinny Der Strum took off at a slow trot to the best of its abilities. Before he started out on his journey he stopped outside of the village to see 'his women', the maiden whom he had named all of his victories in her honor, Tatiana, the daughter of a local pig farmer. He cooed to his maiden from out side of her window telling her of his newest conquest. Like all the other she paid him no mind a giggled at his silly rants. Sir Wolfgang thought of it as a testament that there was nothing for him to worry about and in fact the maiden was laughing at the stupidity of the Sorcerer. "Ich Wiess, ja?" (I know, right?)
He bid her fare well and with that again kicked at his valiant steed’s sides and yelled
"Sie gehen!" just like before, trying to make a dramatic exit. After they had traveled out of the sight of the village he allowed Der Sturm to slow her... Erm... His pace. He feared that his heavy armor was indeed too tough on his loyal friend at times. Now if I had not described our hero before then forgive me. He was a man of moderate height about 5'4', he was actually a bit taller then most during this time period, and weighted close to 148 pounds. maybe the best way to put his mental defect is that he was delusional, for in fact he wore nothing more then a dark blue tunic and a bent up silver helmet. His face could be compared to tried up leather stretched over a bone canvas crowed with large dark eyebrows and a not so neat dark beard. His hair was of the same coloration but was matted and unbrushed. But you know what they say; "Appearances don't count as everything!"
As they made their journey they had passed threw no more then two towns. One was filled with the hope filled dreams of a squire in the form of a young boy named Hansel. Only at the age of eleven he was still a handsome lad with locks of gold and a youthful baby face still clinging to his appearance. How it came to, this boy joined up with our brave knight is quite a mystery. Yes, he was a smart one but a child mind can be molded and they are flooded with imagination. So even though our hero was not so heroic looking this meant nothing to Hansel.
Hansel also brought with him a small mixed breed pony that went by the name of Pferd, or simply put just Horse. So together to odd pair traveled in search of the evil that had plagued Sir Wolfgang’s current home, (The villagers requested that the name of their town not be reviled.) to put a stop to all evil and have justice prevail.
Once upon a time in Germania is where it all started. There was a Knight, or at least he thought he was a Knight, that went by the name or Sir Wolfgang von Germania. Now in his feeble mind no other Knight could compare. He sat upon a proud steed, Der Sturm, or 'The Storm' in English. Now if you know anything about the German language 'der' is a masculine form of speaking. However, Der Sturm was actually a half lame mare. In battle a mare dose not hold the same aggression as a stallion making them a bad choice for a steed. Sir Wolfgang believed that his beloved horse was indeed male and if anyone told him different he would tell you "Nien, er ist eine Junge." (No, he is a boy).
Sir Wolfgang also wielded a sword made of a very poor grade of steel. Maybe it wasn't heated correctly in its making do to the many bends in the steal. To him though this sword was great beyond all other and went by the name of Der Metzger, or 'The Butcher'. Contrary to reality, he swore the sword had taken the live of over one hundred pillagers, fifty giants and two dragons. Now whether this was a fabrication of his mind or truth none could contest. So the villagers of the town he had now claimed to protect just allowed this lunatic to go on his merry way.
It was until he started telling them that this year’s harvest of wheat was laced with a potion created by a powerful sorcerer. Of course the people of the village stood there dumbfounded as he told them this. One villager stood amongst the crowd at the top of his lungs he yelled to Sir Wolfgang "Du bist wohl nicht ganz gescheit!" (You must be crazy!). Soon after all of the other villagers joined in. Wolfgang hung his head telling the people that he would hunt down this illusive sorcerer and proves to them that there crop was no good. Not only would he do this outrageous task but he would do it before the harvest that was the day after the next full moon.
With this he jumped on Der Sturm kicked at her... Erm.... His sides and yelled in a mighty voice "Sie gehen!" (Let's go!). A with a tired whinny Der Strum took off at a slow trot to the best of its abilities. Before he started out on his journey he stopped outside of the village to see 'his women', the maiden whom he had named all of his victories in her honor, Tatiana, the daughter of a local pig farmer. He cooed to his maiden from out side of her window telling her of his newest conquest. Like all the other she paid him no mind a giggled at his silly rants. Sir Wolfgang thought of it as a testament that there was nothing for him to worry about and in fact the maiden was laughing at the stupidity of the Sorcerer. "Ich Wiess, ja?" (I know, right?)
He bid her fare well and with that again kicked at his valiant steed’s sides and yelled
"Sie gehen!" just like before, trying to make a dramatic exit. After they had traveled out of the sight of the village he allowed Der Sturm to slow her... Erm... His pace. He feared that his heavy armor was indeed too tough on his loyal friend at times. Now if I had not described our hero before then forgive me. He was a man of moderate height about 5'4', he was actually a bit taller then most during this time period, and weighted close to 148 pounds. maybe the best way to put his mental defect is that he was delusional, for in fact he wore nothing more then a dark blue tunic and a bent up silver helmet. His face could be compared to tried up leather stretched over a bone canvas crowed with large dark eyebrows and a not so neat dark beard. His hair was of the same coloration but was matted and unbrushed. But you know what they say; "Appearances don't count as everything!"
As they made their journey they had passed threw no more then two towns. One was filled with the hope filled dreams of a squire in the form of a young boy named Hansel. Only at the age of eleven he was still a handsome lad with locks of gold and a youthful baby face still clinging to his appearance. How it came to, this boy joined up with our brave knight is quite a mystery. Yes, he was a smart one but a child mind can be molded and they are flooded with imagination. So even though our hero was not so heroic looking this meant nothing to Hansel.
Hansel also brought with him a small mixed breed pony that went by the name of Pferd, or simply put just Horse. So together to odd pair traveled in search of the evil that had plagued Sir Wolfgang’s current home, (The villagers requested that the name of their town not be reviled.) to put a stop to all evil and have justice prevail.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Katiann's Romance Chapter
Romance Chapter
Katiann Mazzagatti
English 4 B
Mr. Arman
This is the first time that Colby had been back to his home town since he left for college 10 years ago. He was now back in his small town, it was still picture perfect, nothing had changed; yet for Colby it was a haunting perfect. All of his memories belonged to this town. His heart and soul resided in it. Generations of his family lived in this town. As a child he would walk down to the drug store that his grandfather owned. He would sit at the counter and eat the candy out of the jar. His whole life used to be this town, but now he had a different life. He had left his old life and started a new one. Colby was now a successful business man. He ran a publishing company in Chicago. Everything he was was different, yet it was still the same.
Colby sat in the local coffee shop; the one that he had been in so many times before, but this time it felt different. Everything felt different for Colby; although nothing in the town had changed, he had. Colby sat in the same booth by the same window he had always sat. He just sat there watching the people and the town he once knew. Suddenly someone caught his eye. It was Sadie Rivers. The minute he saw her walk by the antique shop across the street, his heart skipped a beat. Sadie had been his love for so many years. She had been perfect to him, and she always would be.
Years and years of memories rushed back to Colby; taking up every thought he had. The feelings and thoughts overwhelmed him. He thought back to that warm summer night in her backyard. It was their junior year in high school; that year held so many precious memories for Colby, ones that he would never forget. They were lying beneath the stars by the big old oak in Sadie’s backyard. Side by side they would just lie there, staring up at the stars, talking, and thinking. They had some of their best conversations there. Anytime they needed to do some thinking, they would go to that very spot. That spot by the big oak tree held so much value, more value then any new house could offer.
He thought back to that one night, when they lied there talking about their futures. They had planned such a great future together. They were going to go to the local university. Sadie was going to be a nurse and Colby was going to be math teacher. They were going to stay in their town and raise a family there. They talked about their futures together a lot. Even though they were just kids that didn’t know what the future held, they always said no matter what, they would always have each other. Colby remembered that night so clearly. He remembered every word they spoke that night.
~
They were lying there in their spot and Colby turns over and rests his head on his hand. He just stares at Sadie for awhile and then finally says, “Do ever think about getting out of this town? Starting a new life in an exciting new place?” Sadie just lied there for second, then turned and looked at Colby, “No. This place is exciting to me. This is my home; it has everything I could ever want. It has you.” “But we could go together!” Colby exclaimed, “We could pack up go to a college out of state and start new lives.” “I don’t want a new life,” said Sadie, “I like my life.” They both lied back down. Sadie moved closer to Colby, resting her head on his shoulder, “As long as I have this town and you, I have all that I need,” Sadie softly said. They both just lied there, without saying anything. Sometimes they didn’t need to say anything; just being with each other was enough.
Katiann Mazzagatti
English 4 B
Mr. Arman
This is the first time that Colby had been back to his home town since he left for college 10 years ago. He was now back in his small town, it was still picture perfect, nothing had changed; yet for Colby it was a haunting perfect. All of his memories belonged to this town. His heart and soul resided in it. Generations of his family lived in this town. As a child he would walk down to the drug store that his grandfather owned. He would sit at the counter and eat the candy out of the jar. His whole life used to be this town, but now he had a different life. He had left his old life and started a new one. Colby was now a successful business man. He ran a publishing company in Chicago. Everything he was was different, yet it was still the same.
Colby sat in the local coffee shop; the one that he had been in so many times before, but this time it felt different. Everything felt different for Colby; although nothing in the town had changed, he had. Colby sat in the same booth by the same window he had always sat. He just sat there watching the people and the town he once knew. Suddenly someone caught his eye. It was Sadie Rivers. The minute he saw her walk by the antique shop across the street, his heart skipped a beat. Sadie had been his love for so many years. She had been perfect to him, and she always would be.
Years and years of memories rushed back to Colby; taking up every thought he had. The feelings and thoughts overwhelmed him. He thought back to that warm summer night in her backyard. It was their junior year in high school; that year held so many precious memories for Colby, ones that he would never forget. They were lying beneath the stars by the big old oak in Sadie’s backyard. Side by side they would just lie there, staring up at the stars, talking, and thinking. They had some of their best conversations there. Anytime they needed to do some thinking, they would go to that very spot. That spot by the big oak tree held so much value, more value then any new house could offer.
He thought back to that one night, when they lied there talking about their futures. They had planned such a great future together. They were going to go to the local university. Sadie was going to be a nurse and Colby was going to be math teacher. They were going to stay in their town and raise a family there. They talked about their futures together a lot. Even though they were just kids that didn’t know what the future held, they always said no matter what, they would always have each other. Colby remembered that night so clearly. He remembered every word they spoke that night.
~
They were lying there in their spot and Colby turns over and rests his head on his hand. He just stares at Sadie for awhile and then finally says, “Do ever think about getting out of this town? Starting a new life in an exciting new place?” Sadie just lied there for second, then turned and looked at Colby, “No. This place is exciting to me. This is my home; it has everything I could ever want. It has you.” “But we could go together!” Colby exclaimed, “We could pack up go to a college out of state and start new lives.” “I don’t want a new life,” said Sadie, “I like my life.” They both lied back down. Sadie moved closer to Colby, resting her head on his shoulder, “As long as I have this town and you, I have all that I need,” Sadie softly said. They both just lied there, without saying anything. Sometimes they didn’t need to say anything; just being with each other was enough.
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