When I wake up, my mother is shaking me around.
"Wake up, my Willow Princess! A meeting needs to be arranged right now! It is urgent, my princess!" She says. I get up quickly and put on my winter dress. when i get out of my wooden room my grandmother is standing on the Ceremony Rock shouting out angry words.
"We need to stand up for ourselves!"
"Yeah!" the Willow People shout altogether.
"We need to tunjuk the Serigala who's boss!"
"Yeah!"
this goes on until my grandmother calls my mother and me up.
my mother talks softly, "The wolves... they have sent the Death-Message... they want battle... and I know why they called it in the winter..." shocked gasps are heard everywhere. "The serigala, wolf People have serigala, wolf fur... they keep warm with the Haiwan fur..." the Willow People fall silent. "In the winter... we have only so much menanggung, bear skin when the bears hibernate... we are all sick from the white rain! only one is... healthy enough to go into battle," she looks at me. I am the only one healthy...? But just me... against people with serigala, wolf claws that have been stolen... and bulu that has been worn once sejak the great animal, the wolf?
my mother goes on, "River must go on to defeat the serigala, wolf People, for they want to be!" I stand there in shock. me? Me be the first warrior in battle? People have berkata that I was strong ("River, anda are the strongest girl warrior I've ever seen!") But not strong enough to be the first person on the battle field.
atau am I...?
"OK, I accept... for my Willow Clan, I shall start off to my journey tomorrow,"
The people clap as I get off the Ceremony Rock. and my mother whispers in my ear, "My Brave Warrior, River," and all I can do is nod my head, because when a warrior is called off into battle, anda cannot speak until anda step into the forest, on the Battle Day.
I am praised with rabbit bulu and menanggung, bear meat. While eating a chunk of menanggung, bear meat a little girl comes up to be.
She's not a Willow girl though. She is not in our clan. She is not one of us. She is a...
What is she? I look at the girl in confusion. and she see's that I have figured out she's not a Willow girl and says, "I come in peace from the Wolves, My master had told me that anda can have this, for your bravery," She says handing me serigala, wolf meat. That's when I saw that she was a wolf. Her hands had serigala, wolf paws over them, so on the bahagian, atas of her hand looked like her hand was a serigala, wolf paw. The claws scraped against the meat as i grabbed it carefully.
I nod my head, in respect and gratitude and grab menanggung, bear meat from behind me, in the Fresh Catch pile, and give her a piece and nod. She nods back at me.
When she walks away, I put the serigala, wolf meat into Rabbit fur, and bungkus, balut the Rabbit bulu up in a knot so the meat will keep warm.
soon when the sun goes down, I go in my wooden room to sleep. as i feel the menanggung, bear Skin covers, my body is overwhelmed sejak comfort. Then I soon go to bed, hoping tomorrow won't be as bad as I think it will be.
"Wake up, my Willow Princess! A meeting needs to be arranged right now! It is urgent, my princess!" She says. I get up quickly and put on my winter dress. when i get out of my wooden room my grandmother is standing on the Ceremony Rock shouting out angry words.
"We need to stand up for ourselves!"
"Yeah!" the Willow People shout altogether.
"We need to tunjuk the Serigala who's boss!"
"Yeah!"
this goes on until my grandmother calls my mother and me up.
my mother talks softly, "The wolves... they have sent the Death-Message... they want battle... and I know why they called it in the winter..." shocked gasps are heard everywhere. "The serigala, wolf People have serigala, wolf fur... they keep warm with the Haiwan fur..." the Willow People fall silent. "In the winter... we have only so much menanggung, bear skin when the bears hibernate... we are all sick from the white rain! only one is... healthy enough to go into battle," she looks at me. I am the only one healthy...? But just me... against people with serigala, wolf claws that have been stolen... and bulu that has been worn once sejak the great animal, the wolf?
my mother goes on, "River must go on to defeat the serigala, wolf People, for they want to be!" I stand there in shock. me? Me be the first warrior in battle? People have berkata that I was strong ("River, anda are the strongest girl warrior I've ever seen!") But not strong enough to be the first person on the battle field.
atau am I...?
"OK, I accept... for my Willow Clan, I shall start off to my journey tomorrow,"
The people clap as I get off the Ceremony Rock. and my mother whispers in my ear, "My Brave Warrior, River," and all I can do is nod my head, because when a warrior is called off into battle, anda cannot speak until anda step into the forest, on the Battle Day.
I am praised with rabbit bulu and menanggung, bear meat. While eating a chunk of menanggung, bear meat a little girl comes up to be.
She's not a Willow girl though. She is not in our clan. She is not one of us. She is a...
What is she? I look at the girl in confusion. and she see's that I have figured out she's not a Willow girl and says, "I come in peace from the Wolves, My master had told me that anda can have this, for your bravery," She says handing me serigala, wolf meat. That's when I saw that she was a wolf. Her hands had serigala, wolf paws over them, so on the bahagian, atas of her hand looked like her hand was a serigala, wolf paw. The claws scraped against the meat as i grabbed it carefully.
I nod my head, in respect and gratitude and grab menanggung, bear meat from behind me, in the Fresh Catch pile, and give her a piece and nod. She nods back at me.
When she walks away, I put the serigala, wolf meat into Rabbit fur, and bungkus, balut the Rabbit bulu up in a knot so the meat will keep warm.
soon when the sun goes down, I go in my wooden room to sleep. as i feel the menanggung, bear Skin covers, my body is overwhelmed sejak comfort. Then I soon go to bed, hoping tomorrow won't be as bad as I think it will be.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one anda Cinta in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the seterusnya hari will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my Cinta ...is my rival....Time has stopped to anda as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if anda keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... atau one hari you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the bahagian, atas of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, anda can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But anda did! anda tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to anda anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are anda saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so pantas, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's seterusnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so pantas, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's seterusnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired sejak Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story telah diposkan here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written sejak a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Bidadari always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Rama-rama with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written sejak a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Bidadari always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Rama-rama with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve tahun old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and gitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!