Shep watched as the fluffy clouds rolled by in the sky. He was sitting in the back seat of a small car, driving down the large highway, watching the passing scenery. Lilly sat beside him, grasping his collar tightly in her hand as she stared out the other window. Shep thought of what this new life was to be like. He had escaped his prison, but he was not sure of where he was going to next.
He might be heading for a new prison.
Claire sat on the edge of her bed and looked out her window to the forest that stared back. The tall woods were dark and looked unfriendly as they reached up towards the sky. The sun was just setting casting a water painting effect on the sky. Pastel colors of red, orange, yellow, pink, and purple mixed and swirled together, fading into the horizon. She brushed her short, blonde hair with her fingers as she thought silently to herself, watching the sunset.
It had been nearly three months now, since the accident.
I wasn’t always this way.
I led a normal life. I was perfectly happy before. I was even married. Yes, believe it or not, I had a wife. Oh, how I miss her dearly. I wish that I could take this curse from my life, but it will not leave. I wish that it had never come, never chosen me, but it is here and it is a part of me. I must deal with it as I go about my day and I must learn to pay the consequences.
This curse…the curse of the phoenix.
I have drawn a nice picture of the foal from my story, The Horse From the Woods. This is the foal from the prologue, Duchess. Do you think that I describe her enough to get this picture in your mind? If not, please tell me how I could improve.
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With the full moon above them, Natalie and Duchess rode down the long unpaved path, only taking a short time to reach their destination. Duchess quickly galloped the entire trip under the moonlight without slowing in speed, or growing in exhaustion leading Natalie to wonder where she had received this stunning endurance. Duchess’s movement was smooth and balanced, making it easy for her rider to stay on. Natalie grasped onto the reigns of her horse tightly however, in nervousness as she thought of never returning to her past life.
While rummaging through my desk the other day, I dug up this old memoir that I wrote for English class in 8th grade. Unfortunately, this is a true story with accurate details, still lingering in my memories…
I had just come home from school, finished my homework, just finished eating dinner, and the sun was still shining brightly in the evening sky. I, a seven-year old second grader at the time, decided to ride my bike around the neighborhood on Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas. There was a small park, which I called “The Pony Park” for the small bouncy horse it had, that I enjoyed riding my bike too and I usually met with my friends there, as I was to, unexpectedly, this evening.
How was I too know that it would be the most fearful night of my life?
Shep sat in his lonely cage with thoughts rolling in his head. He stared at his brown paws, finally tired of tearing at the door of his cage and continued to wonder why he was unable to control the anger that burned within him. What was happening to him? He observed the other dogs at all times. When alone, some dogs would sleep; some think, and others play within their confined space. During feeding time, most would sit and wait until the man was finished and had relocked their cage before eating, some would immediately rush to their food bowl and start eating from it before it was even full, while the more aggressive ones would try to make the man’s hand a part of their meal.
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“Results?”
“They are coming…Just wait.”
“Oh, I just can’t wait!”
“I know. To see if all our hard work has paid off. This is just too exciting!”
“So?”
“Not quite. Almost…”
“I am getting goose bumps all-”
“They’re in!”
“What? Really? Let me see!”
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Does anybody have an account on Elfwood, (either fan art, art, or writing?) I have an art account so far, (a writing one to come soon,) and I was just wondering if anybody else here had one.
Here is my Elfwood Account.
If you have not read my prologue yet, you might want to do that first… I am also cutting each chapter into short 1-3 page long entries to make it more bearable for you to read. Please read and share your thoughts!
4 Years Later
Natalie’s dark green eyes shot open at the pounding of her bedroom door. The unpleasant sound of her uncle’s voice followed the pounding, “Wake up Natalie! It is time for work!” Sitting up and rubbing her eyes drowsily, she yawned and walked to the small circular window of her attic room, staring out to the darkness of early morning. The many stars of Septia’s sky met her drowsy, green eyes as they tinkled and danced in the sky. Another hard day of enduring work was ahead of her…
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