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Today is a real scorcher. It’s ninety degrees out, and with humidity, it feels even warmer out. But, at least to me, it’s a day to get things done. I’m pretty happy, because I finally took care of a chore I’ve needed to get done. I got some Japanese Beetles!!!! *evil laughter* Every Summer, Japanese Beetles terrorize my raspberry bushes. It’s horrible! They eat all of the poor plants leaves! So today, I carried a jar with 2 inches of water outside and took my revenge! Yep, it’s that simple; just tip the little buggers into the jar, screw on the lid, and shake thoroughly so their wings are too wet to fly off when you remove the lid later. Then I just let the jar sit out for a bit. Hah! That’s what you get when you eat MY raspberries!!!! Ah, sweet revenge.
-Haley Voss, Warrior Goddess (in-training)

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An empty feeling
Lighting a candle
Flickering
In the breeze
Just cold lonely truth
My empty heart
Eyes cannot
Shed tears
Loneliness
The feeling of
Something lost

Me

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Oh, If someone can
Open the sky
I know who you are
Unraveling the stars
Oh, taking my hand
Skipping stones
Over the bends
Oh, ripples through the water
Sand-dollars full of stars
I know who you are
Standing
Far away from the crowd
Open
And quiet without a sound
Oh, calling my name
Hide and Seek
Playing a child’s game
Oh, how long must you deceive me?
Just desert me
I dare you to leave me
Oh,
I know who you are!
And I’ll pull apart the sky
To reach the light
On the other side
Oh, the moonlight in my hair
Running free
The adrenaline of the night
Without a care
Oh, just stand
And stare
The one that got away
Don’t play with my heart
The Beginning was no way to start
I know who you are

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The shifting forest
The emerald reflection
The rusted blade
The gossamer gate

titles for my quartet, The Changeling Key
Took FOREVER to come up with titles, kept making unsatisfactory ideas. Had to redo all of them at least twice! Bleh!!!

Alya
Verisiel

Belladonna
Primula

Nestaron
Alassien

Matta
Caradas

Fronika
Cunne

Timothea
Lucille

Sifrit
Ambrosius

Baird
Fletcher

Adriane
Yvette

Maricelia
Rocio

Pierre
Jean-Paul

Tonio
Damian

Gaudino
Baldassarre

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I clenched the purple velvet purse in my fist. I slipped into our lean-two that we scrambled together out of the wreckage from an earlier storm. It was cool and a gentle breeze blew through our hideout. Still one with the dark shadows I glanced about the alley, sharp eyes searching for my pursuer. Good, I had ditched him in the crowd.
I clamped two fingers over my nose, trying to stop the rush of blood that was staining my ragged tunic. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the bristling pain that swept over my face. My nose wasn’t broken though, thank the stars.
The thin, cotton cloth that served as the entrance billowed in a sudden wind that pulled at the tall trees and chilled me to the bone, raising goose-bumps on my skin. I grabbed the cloth to keep it from getting ripped from our shelter and spiraling mercilessly into the air.
The whole shelter creaked and groaned with its sheer force but I dared not leave it’s safe haven or I feared the wind would lift me off my feet. Counting every aching second I curled myself tight into a ball, waiting for the horrible weather to cease it’s torrent.
My fingers were still damp with blood and as the fierce gale died down, leaving me trembling from fear and cold, I dropped the cloth, leaving a burgundy hand-print on it’s tattered surface. I was panting hard, feeling my fever burn worse than before and my bones ache with fear and sickness.
I collapsed on the hard, dry earth, ignoring the plumes of clay dust that soiled my clothes. A cold sweat coated my skin and even the shade now felt warm as the winds cold fury receded.
A cold wind without a storm. Ma Ma had told me it was a bad omen, a sign of dark times to come pass. I shivered even more at the ominous thought, something evil was looming up ahead.
I stared at the velvet satchel in my hand, and I knew who it was coming for.
-End of chapter one-