Lifetime Friends

You were childhood friends, you and her. She didn't talk that much, but her shy smile and listening ear made you feel important. She was a friend that any wanted, and you could call her yours. She comforted you as you grew older and trials came your way. She showed you beautiful places that you never knew existed. You got lost inside her imagination as you read her stories. She didn't complain that much about her position, or life in peculiar. She had a few little secrets that she kept even from you. Her worries, dreams and wishes, that she kept as foolish.

Soon you parted ways. You went off to follow your dreams, while she stayed where she was, working hard. She wrote you letters every week, if you replied or not.

Years came and years went and you lost track of her. But don't forget the memories.
Then one day you found her, you entered her little cottage house so bright and happy.
She sat upon a rocking chair, she had a desk in front of her and she had been writing hard.
But at the sound of your entrance she looked up with the shy smile, that you had always loved. Her hair shimmered silver and lines had been carved from her almost constant smile.
You talked to her for hours, recooking the memories, you laughed until tears fell from your eyes.
Glancing at the clock you say you have to leave. She continues to brave a smile and doesn't let you see if she breaks down and cries.

It might be months, days or years before you come again, and you bid adieu .
Whenever you come she always makes you feel at home.

Finally after years of being gone, you come to that little town. You talk about the past and summers that you shared. She smiles weakly. Her hair has turned as white as snow. She says sincerely "Your the friend a friend would want".
You try to hold back the tears and wish for a couple more years, to be the friend she was to you.
She looks up to the sky and finally says goodbye, you see a twinkle in her eye. You brave a smile but tears are in your eyes.
"Its ok to cry", she softly says to you (and tears are in her eyes) "but it won't be long and you will be there too".
She sighs a sigh of contentment.
And you know just exactly where she is, see a smile on her face.

"She always was ready for an adventure" you say trying to smile.
You leave her bedside one last time, but you know your only leaving the bed now.
For all the memories will stay. And her face will always be in your mind, not the face all worn with care, but the face of younger ways.


Letter from the author.
I tried to figure out where to put the commas and periods, the end result made me think I should have just leaved it the way it was. This isn't really a poem or story, so I don't know what to call it. My mom didn't like it because it was sad. But I hope you appreciate it as much as I did writing it.

Um Yeah this doesn't have a title either :D

The bagpipers stood upon the hills, they played a minor toned song, which made you think. Solemn was their faces. A small group of men carried a casket up the hill to where the hole was. Beyond the graveyard, upon a small mound stood a stone cross. Beautiful engravings were on it.
A year ago none of these events were forseen. So much had happened, yet even if someone tried to explain, it would seem impossible. A sense of hope and peacefulness had come upon the small community. Even though great misery had also come upon the community.

The sun rose slowly, gleaming threw the trees, it made early morning shadows dance along. Bird quietly sang from the treetops.
It was mid July and already the air was hot and humid. It was on an edge of a forest and you could hear little feet pattering along the forests leaf paved floors. The forest wasn't a dense one, but a pleasant light one, so the Sun could shine threw.
Beyond the forest to the West a slope slowly rose, green grass covered the slope for a long ways then the terrain turned to dust and craggy cliffs, rocky grounds, and beyond you could see craggy points and the highest point you could not see because of the clouds.
To the North you could see the forests edge push forward and fall back as far as eye could see. And indeed the forest stretched to a place where a cliff dropped away.
To the South after a ways the edge of the forest fell back to the East. Leaving a semi-large amount of unforested ground. There was a peaceful lake and on the edge of it a small cabin.


This is NOT part of my worlds chronicles (at least at this point). And I do not claim this story is set in our world or in another world.

~Moonlight Dancing on the Waves~

Wild waves are crashing
Roaring in the night
I edge closer,see flashing
-Moonlight dancing , what a sight-

Waves are black
Sky is gray
Moon is half her size
Light reflects down in the dark
Shimmering ....so wise

In the days
She can't be seen, but at night...
Moonlight dancing on the waves
Oh my! What a sight...

CSL

Say it Now- Unknown

If you have a friend worth loving,
Love him. Yes and let him know
That you love him, ere life's evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow.
Why should good words ne'er be said
Of a friend- till he is dead?

If you hear a song that thrills you,
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart?

If you hear a prayer that moves you
By its humble, pleadingd tone
Join it. Do not let the seeker
Bow before his God alone.
Why should not your brother share
The strength of two or three in prayer?

If you see the hot tears falling
From a brother's weeping eyes
share them . And by kindly sharing
Own our kinship in th skies
Why should anyone be glad
When a brother's heart is sad?

If a silvery laugh goes rippling
Through the sunshine on his face,
Share it. 'Tis the wise man's saying-
For both grief and joy a place.
There's a health and goodness in the mirth
In which and honest laugh has birth.

If your work is made more easy
By a friendly, helping hand
Say so. Speak out brave and truly
Ere the darkness veil the land
Should a brother workman dear
Falter for a word of cheer?

Scatter thus your seeds of kindness
All enriching as you go-
Leave them . Trust the harvest giver
He will make each seed to grow.
So until the happy end
YOur life shall never lack a friend.

- unknown

The one of many untitled books in a worlds chronicles

I open the door and a blanket of cold air rushes in. I wander outside, Autumn has settled in the valley like fog. The sun tries to shine and warm the earth, but the clouds cover it. I smell a tint of smoke in the air. I pull my cloak closer around me. Where shall I start?

The Fawns know, The Afhalzers know, even the little folk know. Something is happening. The mountains are being moved, they quake and tremble. Theres a sound in the night, a rumble.

I shiver and gaze upon the valley, stretching farther and farther to the coastline. Fields and houses, a kingdom, Asleep. Seemingly numb to the warning signs, as urgent as they are.

The smoke that's in the air is not made from the usual fires of every house, the fires in the fields where people gather to celebrate the harvest. No, as grim as it is, it is the truth. The Minotaurs are moving.

I slowly make my way up the mountains. From my dwelling, in the cleft of the mountain. I reach the top of a lofty peak and gaze towards the wilderness. My eyes strain, but can see no farther. In the distance a larger mountain then then the one peak I stand upon, Rises mightily and snow is upon upon its utmost highest peak.

To my fear I see smoke rising from the other side of the great mountain Richarub (pronounced Risharub).

I make my way back to my home.



Please comment to tell me what you think of it.

You also must understand this part of a world trilogy (is that the word I want?), that isn't polished up to make it very different from other books. But as time progresses I will fill in all the little questions that must be popping into your head after you read this.
Oh yeah if you do have any specific questions you can comment and I'll see if I know the answer, and if I don't I'll make one up :)