Hero

Name: Sheda
Age: 23
Race/religion/gender: elf/none/female
Parents: King and Queen of Lunata
Style of dress: Ling green dress with blue armor over chest, shoulders, arm guards and a blue cape, with black knee high boots.
Hometown: Luntata
Marital status/family: betrothed, arranged marriage
Most embarrassing moment: Royal dinner party, spilling a platter of food on the guests of honor.
Greatest fear: Ruling
Strongest desire: Protecting those around her
Job: Knight
Where he/she wants to be in 5 years: undecided
Guiltiest pleasure: running away from ruling
Identifying marks: elf ears, blonde hair, bright emerald eyes, tribal tatoos aon shoulders and arms.
What he/she was like in school: Honor student
Favorite sayings: As you wish
Most valuable possession: Mooncloth dress (was supposed to be her wedding dress)
How he/she feels about love: Not quiet sure yet.

Story Song

Song Title: Echo

Artist: Gorilla Zoe

Link: Echo Lyrics

Plot:

Once in a relationship the woman breaks this couple up for another man. When she realizes that it was a wrong choice and that she really does love the man she left, she tries to get him back. All he has to say however is that he is gone. He tells how much pain he was in because of her and that now he doesn't care. He doesn't want her to talk to him anymore. So now she is left all alone.

Character:

Woman who leaves


Man who got hurt

Conflict:

The conflict of this story is the break up of this relationship. Her wanting to come back to him and him not letting her.

Theme:

Heartbreak, moving on. Having something and knowing what you have. Being strong. Having your trust betrayed.

Setting:

Rainy night in the back ally of an appartment building in a busy city.

6-Word Memoris

1) There are spiders on your head!

2) Remember, that once made you smile.

3) Banana! Muffin! Potato! Ah, you win...

4) Never knew I was tickle-ish there...

5) I'm thinking you're always drunk now.

6) That's what she said! No, he!

7) We're crazy! No you crazy. Okay.

8) Collision course to destroy my life.

9) Keep good memories alive, cherish them.

10) I almost reached the goal, almost.

Very Bad Poetry

Cupid

That stupid little punk
See him again and let me know
I have a score to settle
When is it my turn
Someone who cares
Don't I deserve someone to love?

Impulse

M: Excuse me ma'am, this may seem odd but I have to tell you, you are exceptionally beautiful.

W: Um, thank you.

M: I'm sorry, you must think I'm a creep.

W: Just a little bit.

M: I really didn't mean to. I couldn't help it.

W: I'm sure you didn't.

M: Where are you headed?

W: Into the city, to go to school.

M: The school in the city? Its a boarding school. Why would you want to go there?

W: I'm trying to get into a good collage.

M: Ah, Figures you'd be the educational type.

W: And what do you mean by that?

M:Nothing...Its just that you dress to fancy for this type of little town. Your family must have money. And families with any money try to keep their children well educated.

W: Just because someone has money doesn't mean they are educated. Its my choice to go to school.

M: U-huh, that's likely.

W: Why how rude you are.

M: Yup, just a little old country bumpkin. Not afraid to hurt a ladies feelings with mindless lies.

W: Ha, is that what you think of a gentleman, all lies?

M: Yup. Haven't ever meet one that's told the truth yet.

W: And you don't think that someone who is not a gentleman of wealth lies too?

M: Oh I'm sure they do, but not as much, nor as ...deep as a "gentleman."

W: And what is that supposed to mean?

M: That a poor person will say things like "Your looking better." Even if you don't. Or if your wife asks, "Does this make me look fat?" And answer no, even if it does. To avoid an argument. A "Gentleman" will lie about everything and anything, sometimes just to hurt some one else. And gain something for themselves.

The Meeting

The sun was now setting. Its pink-red hues of light casting down upon the water that flowed so freely under the cold stone bridge. How strange it was to see something so pure, so free and know that it would never matter. Not now, not ever.

Why was he late? He had promised. Promised never to hurt her. In being so late it worried her, making her heart ache. That was enough hurt to break a promise, was it not?

She had waited for him for years, holding onto the hopes and dreams of his word to return to her. The date had been set since before he left. Four years since the day of his leaving, he would return, to meet her in this very place, where the water flowed under the bridge. It seemed he was not going to show. She had waited all day for him, cried and tried to hold onto her splintering hope. It was heart wrenching. In her mind she knew he would not return to her. But her heart told her other wise. She wished to follow her heart. Begged and pleaded that it was right. That she would see her love once more. She had to, needed to.

As the sun sank ever lower over the water, blazing it with a look of fire, and the moon began to take its place, a shadow loomed over the horizon. But it was not the same as the one she had seen leave her those years ago. Dread, fear, and sorrow. Those where the only things she could feel. Her heart froze and she knew it to be broken. This man was a worrier, but not the one she had hoped to see. Loss kept her in place as he came towards her.

He spoke not a word but hung his head in grief. He was gone. The war had taken her only love from her. She closed her eyes and wept the silent tears of her sorrow upon the bridge. “Seri, beloved, forgive me...” The words seemed to echo in her mind. A fleeting passage of his soul, come to say its last farewell to her. He was gone then, gone to the world that she knew. Onto a world far better then the one she stood upon.

“You have no need for forgiveness. I embrace your life, beloved, all that you were and all that you remain.” With this she took a deep breath, wiped away her tears and began her way home. To the one thing in this world that was part of her life with that man. To his child, to her child.

But in the silent heart there is sorrow the eyes can’t see. And sorrow would always be there with his passage. But along with it there would be the knowledge that she had gotten to say her goodbyes, even if it was just a fleeting moment of a passing soul. Such a pure soul, as to be allowed to say goodbye when others would not.

And so it was that the meeting was never complete. Though the water under the bridge continued to flow so freely, so pure in its self. As if it was the living mirror of such a pure soul. A reminder to all that is good. That in death there is life. Such pure water nurtures the soul in a way to bring such life forth to us. Upon the smoothly flowing water that is life, travels the purest of white water lily's that are our people. The purest of souls.

Four Alarm Fire

“This day is sooo boring….” The little boy mumbled as he shuffled along at the back of the class. He couldn’t understand why they where all being forced to go to the museum. It was the dumbest field trip of the year.

Glancing around every now and then, but mostly watching the floor as he followed along, the day felt so long. None of these weird abstract paintings where of any interest to the seven year old boy. It made no sense. Many where just splotches. How could this be art? A dot, that's art? Weird.

Nothing had any meaning to him. At least until he saw the fire. It took the boredom right out of him. It was amazing. The bright reds, yellows, oranges and the black. The picture drew him in and made him feel apart of it.

He could imagine himself as a fireman. The heat and smoke. Even fear of facing down such a monster. The artist was great to portray all these things through one simple painting. The seven year old boy then decided, he too would become an artist, so he could show others something great.

Introdution

You know all those crazy stories we’ve all grown up with. The ones of legends. Places of magic. Where there are heroes, damsels and princes on shining white horses, always there to save his first sight love. That’s where I live. A land fairy tails, mysterious creatures and myths. At least here in the safety of my mind.

I’m a dreamer of sorts. Always staring off into space. No one can ever really guess what is going on behind this facade of the quiet, shy girl. For those who do not know me by name, I am Sayuri. Or you can call me Lilly, for in your language, that is what my name means.

Though I may claim to live in a fantasy, in all reality, my place of origin is a rural part of Europe. Even though my name comes from Japan. My mother gave the name to me. She died when I was very young, so it is only my father and I.

I’ve little writing experiences, but many times I have been told with my imagination I should do something with it. A goal for me would be to write and publish a series of books. Ideas that I’ve had for many years, bottled up inside my head.