Creative Writing Portfolio 20062007 Forest Park

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Creative Writing Portfolio 2006-2007Forest Park

• Sarah Trebing
• Grade 12
• Mrs. Dowling

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Welcome

• Thank you for viewing my world of literature.
  In my pieces of writing, it will tell tales of
  mythical creatures from wolves to vampires. Enjoy
  poems of imaginative minds to friendship. It is
  all a combination of my world, all written down
  in text for others to enjoy. So, welcome to my
  mind.

Table of Contents
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Table of Contents

• Portfolio 1
• DeCrolie Nightmare
• Aquarians
• Chains
• Journal Entry 4
• Journal Entry 5
• Crimson
• World I Call My Mind, White Creature
• Friend
• Reflections

• Portfolio 2
• Who Now
• Bare Bush
• Forgiven
• Piece of Paper
• Todays Tomorrow
• Dragon Dance
• Poetry 1-4
• Additional Work
• Reflections

• Portfolio 3
• Journal Entry 1
• Journal Entry 2
• Journal Entry 3
• Journal Entry 4
• Journal Entry 5
• Writing Assignment
• Poetry
• Additional Work
• Reflections

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DeCrolie Nightmare
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06 Oh no, not again. Please,
let this nightmare turn back into a dream, where
I can just float mindlessly in black abyss. But
this night, no favor was going to fall down on
me. This night, he wanted to talk. The creature
who haunted my mind more than anything else could
ever possibly hope to. I stared out into the
darkness, as my heart freezes in its beat. Though
I usually welcome the darkness when I sleep, this
one did not carry the welcoming air. For a
moment, I wasnt even able to breathe, the air so
cold and windy like hissing snakes slithering
around my lungs. My organs and body turn to ice,
and my mind freezes. Puffs of grey and white jet
out from my mouth as I stare hopelessly into the
dark, my body shaking at the iced air. He was
here. DeCrolie. I whispered, my eyes wide as
they sought hard to find the creature who stunned
me with cold and ice. His laugh, poisoned with
his evil mind rattled my brain, and cold pale
fingers slipped onto my fingers. I couldnt even
jump at the touch, but the gasp managed to leave
my cracked lips. Hello Sarah. He whispered
in my ear from behind, those black cold lips just
barely touching my skin. I was unable to respond
back. My throat was constricted with the fear of
him even touching me.
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• Amazing, I finally get to meet my creator. But
  this time, Im not chained like my little pet
  was. He was talking of his creation, Hiran, and
  of when we met. But that panic stricken encounter
  was like a small gnat compared to this darkness.
  Id rather be flirting around with Hiran and risk
  my head being torn off than even be in the same
  room with the thing that stood behind me.
• Though I am only in a mere dream of yours, your
  body is still shaking in the real world. My wide
  eyes glanced back, mouth opening slightly. How in
  the world could he possible know so much? He was
  only part of my imagination, a figment of
  thoughts. How was he able to tell me something
  about myself that not even I knew? He was only a
  fictional character!
• Wrong, my little dreamer. My eyes shot back
  forward, my heart skipping a beat. He knew
  everything, even my thoughts.
• Though we may only be able to meet in dreams, I
  am still very real. I may not be part of this
  world of yours, but I lurk behind every darkness
  and shadow of your mind, fillings your thoughts
  with grief and sorrow. And by Dark Ones, how fun
  it is to mess with you. I couldnt stop
  trembling, my mind yelling at itself to ignore
  the taunts, this monster, and to not allow him to
  win by only a few words. But he was right. Ever
  since I dreamed of the creature with eyes of
  pitch black, skin so ivory, and that sleek hair
  of white, black, and violet, he was the one who
  held the ability to create fear. He was my
  darkness and my sorrow, and there was no escaping
  it. But to have him tell me this right in front
  of me?
• Im afraid though our time is short. Dreams
  never last long with you. But until then, sweet
  nightmares my little pet.

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Aquarians
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06 "C'mon Tsuke! Faster!" My
webbed claw like feet nudged into the giant sea
beast as I yelled at him, my face full of glee as
I pulled on the seaweed covered rope of reigns.
Tsuke's green eyes glanced back, rumbling a growl
in reply to my excitement. At least, that's what
everyone else hears. For every aquatic human had
one of these giant sea beasts when born, and
thus, able to form a communication between each
other over the years. "Aww Talias, I'm
tired." the blue scaled friend retorted. "Making
me stay up so you could watch the dolphin show."
"Oh hush you blue lump of tard. I saw the
smile you had at that show." "I wasn't
smiling!" "Yes you were. Don't deny the fact
you got a soft heart Tsuke." I laughed as he
started to grumble. We soon neared my home. Like
all Aquarians, my home was made up of coral,
though so smooth it was like marble to the people
on land. And it was huge. Sometimes the richer
folk among us had homes even sticking out of the
ocean, just to prove they were able to surface
whenever they wanted to.
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• "Talias!"
• "Oh no." I mumbled silently, keeping a hand on
  Tsuke's neck as my father came out from the front
  hole. Like all Aquarians, he was a violet blue in
  scales, his hair white that always seemed to
  glide around his form.
• Webbed hand and feet, complete with small claws,
  and shells and seaweed making up his clothing.
  And pure silver eyes, a trait in my family, that
  were currently glaring in my direction.
• "You're late." He snapped. I smiled innocently at
  him.
• "Sorry Dad. Tsuke wanted to show me the dolphin
  show!" There was a rumbling growl from my beastly
  friends in reply to the comment, and I kicked him
  in the side to get him to go along with my story.
  
• "Hmph." My father grunted, still glaring at me.
• "Yes yes.. Just come on in and get ready for
  dinner!"
• "Woohoo! I knew I smelled fresh clams!" I
  cheered, following my father inside. Tsuke
  followed with rolling eyes.

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Chains
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06 Hmph, look at you. How
you got into this sort of mess is beyond me. I
smirked towards the hissing creature, his eyes
hidden from snow white hair that fell in front of
his face. Arms and muscles bulged as he threw his
body towards me, but chains jingled and stopped
him in his place, and my eyebrow rose. Careful
human. The chained creature whispered, his voice
dark and scratchy. I may be bound by chains,
and blocked from your mind, but once I get out of
these restraints, not even your title as my
creator will save you. Such large threats from
the weaker link. The white head rose, revealing
a pair of red ovals for eyes, its pupil black
slits from the rising rage. Never, have I been
considered lower than you. Then why are you
the one whos chained up for display? He hissed
again, his chains rattling as he tried
desperately to lunge at me. How did you get into
this mess anyway Hiran? I asked, my smirk
turning to a frown as I scanned over the chains.
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• That is for my knowledge only. He muttered,
  slits glancing to the side.
• Is it? I asked, leaning over the railing that
  separated us, my face dangerously close to his.
  His eyes turned back towards me.
• Sarah. He said softly.
• Yes?
• Release me. I blinked, and he smirked.
• Let me out from this disgusting place, and Ill
  grant you the wish no other creature like me
  would offer. I continued to stare.
• And, how do I know you wont just kill me?
• You dont. Youll just have to find out. I
  chuckled, and started shaking my head.
• I can never trust your words, you silly
  vampire.

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Broken Sorrow
A cry of sorrow from a broken heart A song of
lonesome from pained years A body frozen in
stance after a long start All is forever gone,
flowing with tears A love lost, no longer
found Soul ripped apart, pieces lost All her
happiness frozen within the ground Will is
fading, but for what cost
Tracks never found in the snow Love song never
answered in the night The one she loves is gone,
yet does she know The answer is yes, with eyes so
wide with fright Yet she still cries out to the
shadows A whisper of hope still dwelling
inside For love is never lost, even for
widows Faith still lingers in her soul, and shall
always ride.
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I believe
I believe in the worlds that reside in my mind.
One would think that they are all based off day
dreams and social talk to gain ideasBut no.
These worlds are created from the dream state,
when all control is gone. When I wake, I write
down the next chapter to what seems to be a
neverending story. Never do I write anything that
isnt based from my dreams for that story, for
the dreams would cease and leave the tale with no
end. They have full control over my mind. I am a
slave to my world of the unconscious. I really
dont mind though. I dream of such glorious
lands, filled with characters of all different
traits, then blessed with rememberance, so each
thought is never forgotten. So, peel open a story
of mine, and enter my dream world. But I should
warn you, my dreams arent the friendliest. Dark
tales filled with sadist are warped into my mind,
such blessed sin. And never are these for the
faint of heart.
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Crimson
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06 Tell me Tico, how did
you become this way? Eh? The man rose up, his
bright blood eyes blinking down at the woman who
lied beside him. How did you become a vampire?
Surely Hiran didnt pick you based on favorites.
Ticos eyes narrowed, and lied back on the grass,
eyes staring up towards the starry night sky. I
really dont think you want to know about my
history. He said with a smirk. Ive changed
since then, and trust me, its for the better
Thea. Thea frowned, her own red eyes staring
hard at him. Cmon Tico. Nope. Past is the
past. Im done with it, and I aint gonna turn
back. Thea wasnt about to give up. Tico was her
companion, her protector. He was the one who
never kept secrets from her. When he did try to
hide something, it was always on the events that
happened before she met him. She was tired of the
missing pieces in the relationship. If he didnt
want to tell her anything, she would find out
herself.
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• The vampiress found herself among the crowds that
  covered the streets of the Dark. Music blared and
  pounded against the walls and floor. Lights of
  red and purple flashed, the only source of light
  in the dark club. She pushed her way through the
  dancing crowd, some moving voluntarily at
  catching sight of her hair and eyes. Violet and
  ebony hair, crimson eyes, the mark of Hirans
  bloodline, and no one messed with the Ancients
  children.
• Thea seated herself at the back, where the bar
  was. She saw the woman working with a couple of
  night elves, flicking her bi colored hair back
  and smiling at the men flirtatiously. It won the
  bartender a generous tip and a small kiss to the
  cheek. Thea waves her hand towards the woman.
• Kaya! The womans eyes flashed towards Thea,
  and the smile faded. Like Thea, Kaya also carried
  Hirans blood. But she was descended directly
  from the vampire. Thea was of Ticos creation.
  She walked towards Thea, her posture defensive
  and alert, her eyes on edge.
• If youre here about that attack last week,
  Ill let you know right now tha- Kaya was cut
  off by a wave of Theas hand again.
• Relax. Im here to ask you about something.
  Kaya blinked.
• About what?
• Who actually. Tico.
• What about him?
• Well? Thea started, her hand settling on the
  counter and started to wring each other.
• What do you know about his human life? Kayas
  eyebrow rose.

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• His human life?
• Why was he changed?
• Ahh. Kaya leaned on the counter, edging closer
  towards Thea.
• I take it he didnt tell you anything. No
  surprise there. Tico hates thinking he used to be
  a human. But? She let out a small sigh.
• Im the wrong one to ask. All I know is that
  Tico wanted to die. Hiran just did it his way. If
  you want to know, ask the old man for the info.
  With that, Kaya set off to other customers,
  leaving Thea in a small state of frightened
  nerves.
• The idea of having to talk to this Ancient
  vampire was already threatening to one as young
  as Thea was. To have to talk to him alone, that
  was a nightmare. She gazed up at his house with
  wide eyes, trying to find some sort of excuse in
  her mind to simply turn around and go back home.
  But, this was probably the only way to know of
  the history of the man she loved. She didnt want
  to be alone in the dark anymore. With a gulp, her
  feet strode forward, entering the castle of pure
  evil.
• It didnt take Thea long to find the Ancient. The
  aura that wavered around him was so dark and
  cold, even a human could feel the magic with the
  rising of hair upon their arms. Her boots met
  with loud thunks on the marble floor, the only
  sound interrupting the deathly silence of the
  home. Finally she came upon the door that
  separated her and the monster that was inside.
  With a deep inhale, she opened the door, feeling
  the temperature drop at least ten degrees at the
  action. Her bright red eyes settled on the
  deathly colored form of Hiran. A shiver rang
  through her body as she stepped towards the
  creature, as his head lifted, a smile etched
  across his black lips, revealing his long
  vampiric fangs.

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• Hello Thea. The nightmare of a man said
  calmly. Thea gulped and stepped a bit closer.
• Hello Hiran. Im... Im for-
• Tico. Yes, I am aware of what youre searching
  for. Hiran smiled again, getting off the chair
  slowly that he was comfortably lying in earlier,
  walking towards Thea with that threatingly sleek
  poise. Theas body coiled and froze as he was now
  in front of her, a white hand rising up to touch
  her cheek.
• Of his past correct? Yes, Kayas thoughts told
  me of it. But, I have to wonder. Why would you
  seek others history of your dearly beloved when
  you should ask him? Is it, because he hides his
  past, even from you? Theas eyes narrowed at the
  man, her lip curling slightly. Hiran chuckled
  darkly.
• Then I am correct. My, he hasnt changed a bit.
  He still blames himself. Theas eyebrow rose.
• What do you mean by that?
• I mean, he did something in his past he
  regrets.
• Whats that? Hiran paused at her question, the
  fingers that gently stroked her cheek pausing.
  His lips curled back into that devil of a smile.
  The fingers locked onto her chin, thrusting her
  face towards him. Theas eyes widened. This
  action wasnt good.
• Do you really want to know the answer to that
  question? Hiran asked with glistening crimson
  eyes.
• Why else would I be here? Thea said with a bit
  of defiance, though the emotion behind her own
  red eyes said otherwise. Hirans lips pursed for
  a moment, then his face crept closer to hers,
  until his lips brushed at her ear.

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• He killed the one most loved to him, out of
  spite. He wanted to prove to his fellow gang
  members that he felt nothing for the one who had
  shown him nothing but kindness. He killed the one
  who shared her heart for him. He wanted to die
  afterwards... Because he may be a brute to all
  who knows him, but we both know inside hes as
  weak as an eggshell.
• That couldnt be right. Tico wouldnt kill
  someone he loved. He never seemed to be that
• sort of person. Thea ran as fast as her legs and
  will could allow, stumbling every few steps
• as she tried to get out of that treacherous home.
  Hiran was smiling when he told her those
• words.. It couldnt be right. But, could it? They
  all knew Tico was a dangerous man, soft
• heart or not. When he was provoked enough, he
  lead to doing things he later regretted in life.
• But, would he really kill someone he loved?
• That just cant be right! Thea screamed in
  Hirans woods, the only sources of life that
• heard her cry were the black roses that covered
  the death of a home.
• Tico watched Thea with a raised eyebrow as she
  merely sat at the table, watching her red
• drink with a blank stare. He crossed his arms
  slightly as tilted his head to the side.
• Thats warm blood you know. Better drink it
  before it tastes gross.
• Uh huh. That certainly wasnt the response he
  was expecting. Tico walked towards
• her, but as soon as his hand rested on her
  should, she flinched. He frowned.
• Thea, whats up? Youre acting strange
  tonight. Her dead eyes looked up towards
• him.
• Tell me the truth Tico. Did you really kill
  her? Tico blinked.
• Huh?

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• Did you really kill your loved one, simply
  because your stupid friends thought you
• were going soft?
• Thea, what are you going on about?
• Answer me! Did you, or did you not, want to die
  because you killed her?! Thea rose
• up out of her chair, shaking. Tico took a step
  back, eyes wide. It finally clicked, and his
• mouth started to hang open slightly.
• Thea, listen to me.. Youve got it wrong. That
  isnt how it went.
• Oh? So you just killed her then, out of
  pleasure? Is this why you wanted to keep it a
• secret from me? Of how you changed? Because-
• Enough already! Tico forced Thea against a
  wall, hands on either side of her, arms
• shaking horribly as his face was gazed downwards.
  The slam that his hands had made on the
• wall made Theas eyes go wide, and she stood
  there trembling in front of him.
• Listen to me Thea. She.. She did die, but it
  was nothing like that. Tico started, head still
  heavy. He bit his bottom lip, still shaking, but
  no longer from anger.
• I dont know who told you that, but they were
  lying. I was hated by a lot of people
• when I was human. If they ever found a way to
  hurt me, they would take that chance in a
  heartbeat.. And, someone let out that I.. That I
  was in love.. They.. They did things to
• her.. Before I found her dead body. When I saw
  what happened.. I couldnt control myself. I
• told Hiran I wanted to die, because of what I
  did. I slaughtered those men who tortured her,
• killed her.. I let my anger get the best of me,
  and turned into a real monster.

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• Thea watched as a red tear slid down his cheek,
  and her own eyes started
• to turn red and blurry.
• Tico... Thea said softly, letting her arms
  rise up and wrap around
• him. His own took hold of her tightly, shaking
  against her body.
• I dont want people to know of the things I
  used to do when I was
• human. Of my soft side, and of the monster I can
  become. Tico said
• quietly.
• And I dont want people knowing about her. Her
  death is bad enough of
• a history. Thea let her hand pet through his
  short black and violet hair,
• whispering softly to calm him down.
• We are such lost children in this deadly
  game.... She said softly,
• kissing his forehead. She knew now, to let him
  talk about his past when he
• felt ready. She wouldnt press into it, ever
  again... He was still fighting the
• demons in his mind, so who was she to reawaken
  old ones?

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World I Call My Mind
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06
Welcome to the world I call my mind Where things
of good and evil dwell Where wars and struggles
happen every day A world unlike any place youve
ever seen. Its a place where wolves of odd
colors Talk and fight with long gone sabers A
place where small beings called wood elves battle
for their lives Against others as insane as they
come. All day long this is what I see Of dragon
battles to small plants conversing with one
another My own fantasy, all real behind my
eyes From huge water monsters to blood thirsty
vampires.
Every day I visit these beings Every day I visit
their worlds They tell me of their lives, their
encounters And I write them down eagerly. All
day and night I write their tales For maybe one
day all will see That I am not lying About the
world inside my mind. Go ahead and call me crazy,
go ahead and sneer One day, you will see, all of
you When my stories are out in stores Youll read
and believe the tales of the worlds inside my
mind.
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White Creature
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06

• The sound of your pants
• The beat of your paws
• The song of your chant
• All for a lost cause
• Tell me creature of white
• And eyes a bright gold
• Why howl so urgently
• Why do you shake with cold

What do you fear Oh gentle beauty of night What
nightmare is near What is your devil of
fright Searching and hiding All your life Running
and fighting For your dear sweet life.
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Friend
Sarah Trebing 11/20/06 Her eyes squint shut As
her lips widen to a smile proud Hair fluffs, like
a cloud As yellow and soft with a gentle
glow Around her parted lips creases start
forming Her white teeth glinting No anger, No
sadness, Only a gentle face Full of warmth and
light that truly embrace Love makes this smile A
friend makes her glow
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Reflections

• The most challenging of the assignments in this
  portfolio were the Journal entries. Its hard to
  pick which written works from several pieces,
  polish them, and have the strength to show them
  off. Some of the journal entries are pieces I am
  not proud of, but need to find a way to work
  around it anyway.
• I am most proud of my mystery story, Crimson.
  Although it doesnt much appear of a mystery, for
  the case was never solved in the end, it relates
  to the writings that I love to do the most.
• You may find that my Memoir is not included in
  this Portfolio. The reasons to this are personal.
  During the time of when I had written it, I was
  going through a personal state, and wrote on a
  personal matter. And truth be told, I dont want
  to go over it again.

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• 4. Crimson - He was still fighting the
• demons in his mind, so who was she to reawaken
  old ones?
• Out of the entire story of Crimson, the last
  line is the one that pops out the most for me.
  The imagery that is left in this sentence could
  leave so many options and questions for the
  reader, and how it relates to the story.
• 5. The most found strengths in these stories is
  the description and the way language is used. The
  author is not afraid to write down conversations
  between characters. She also lists very
  descriptive scenes and objects throughout her
  work.
• 6. I would extend my mystery story, Crimson, into
  a longer a longer assignment. There is still a
  lot more that can be done with the story, and
  still needs a better ending.

7. I would turn the poem, Broken Sorrow, into a
short story if I could change the genre. The poem
is actually of a character of mine, and of what
her current feelings are in her current
situation. 8. The poem World Inside My Mind
reflects my personality the most. For one, its
really just based off me. It isnt organized or
rythming, and I know I am not a organized person.
It talks of creatures based off fantasy, and my
friends all know how much I daydream of fantasy
type things. I also write all my stories
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• Based off my dreams and mind, and ignore the
  people who think Im crazy because of the things
  I talk and believe in.
• When students read my work, they love the detail
  I put into my stories. They love reading how I
  describe a characters hair, or how music pounds
  in a club. They love reading my conversations in
  my written works, because they say it seems so
  believable, the way my characters converse
  between each other.
• When it comes to my poetry, I usually have this
  one type of style I always use. Four lines, and
  four paragraphs. Its different, and they love
  the way it flows.
• Lets say the character Jaguar from Midnight
  Predator was to read my work in my portfolio.
  Jaguar is a vampire, and owns a slave trading
  corporation. Although, he is kind towards the
  humans he has around him, and even fell in love
  with one of them. He isnt all cute and cuddly
  though. Hes an older vampire, and quite
  powerful, able to dive into your brain and sent
  what feels to be electric shocks to your mind.
• When I was asked to read the Portfolio of
  Sarahs writings, I was a bit skeptical. She
  seems too innocent to have anything of interest

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• For me to read. But, when I read one of her
  journal entries, Chains, it is obvious that she
  loves the world of dark. She seems to be bound by
  the world of her dreams, from what I have read.
  Vampires in chains and threatening to spill her
  lifes blood? But dark for a girl like her. But
  the description of the faces and places they were
  in, it seemed like she truly had met these
  creatures before. She has her happy moments too,
  with the innocent story of Aquarians. Not much of
  my interest, too happy and bouncy really. I was
  captured by some of her poetry though. Dark and
  filled with sin, yet that spark of hope and
  beauty begged to be let free.

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Who Now

• Gaze at what once was a mortal
• A man full of strength and pride
• Compared to his reflection portal
• Hiran now carries a different stride
• Once a family man full of love
• Who now rules lands with fear
• Once held the sweetest look of a dove
• Who now holds none dear
• A man who once had precious blue eyes
• Lie now red and cold
• Whose once rich in black now lies
• Strands of white so bold
• One who valued such a tiny life
• Now no longer cares about new beginnings
• Rahn who protected his loves from strife
• Now Hiran, who only now spreads his hatings.

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Bare Bush

• Did I see a shiver in the bare branches
• A small twitch upon the bark
• What happened to your green riches
• Why do you seem so cold and dark
• There is nothing there anymore
• Not a single spark of green
• How can you endure
• When you appear so lean
• Winter is harsh on your lithe arms
• Of earth and bark and ground
• Everything possible that harms
• Now has you found
• Yet a spark of hope dwindles ahead
• The knowledge of spring coming again
• Give this little bare bush to keep a strong head
• And the will to bloom again

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Forgiven

• Can one be given a second chance
• After bringing up hell itself onto mortal ground
• Is one allowed to give a proud stance
• After seeing deaths that follow when he walks
  around
• Will those eyes of red be forgiven
• After seeing the wicked deeds lie
• Can that smile again allow that chance be given
• After sucking so many lives dry
• Who would forgive such a man
• That creates as much sin as he can
• Whose very soul can even ban
• The most heartful life of a man
• Shall one take his hands and forgive
• Will one look into the eyes and breathe
• Can one touch such cold skin and give
• The smile when he can only seethe.

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Piece of Paper

• Oh little piece of paper
• So bright against the blue
• What words were made by your maker
• That was placed upon you?
• From this distance there is black
• No letters can be seen
• Oh the sight is what I lack
• Though I wonder what those shapes mean.
• Why are your edges curled
• Against the pole youre on
• What type of people are lured
• From the words placed upon.
• I wonder why I saw you
• Out of everything else in this room
• Is it the brightness against the blue
• Or the fact I cant read you that makes me gloom.

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Todays Tomorrow

• The cries and screams of Todays tomorrow
• The shouts and wails of loss and sorrow
• All devour the joy and sigh of what we borrow
• Bringing in the nightmares marrow
• Heaven clashes in the blood red sky
• Angels fall for spewthing the lie
• That our God is now gone, and will die
• While the Devil laughs, sitting by
• Hell rises beneath the stone that burns
• Casting its sin upon each soul with wicked turns
• Laughing with malice as it yearns
• There is no time now for mourns
• No time now for us to run
• As we cry up to the sky with no sun
• The evil and sin reigns with wicked ton
• Because of our forgotten, we are done.

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Dragon Dance

• Chapter 1
• The beat of wings against the strong winds of
  Icarnia could be heard for miles, though those
  who lived outside heard it as merely music. The
  sounds of raging roars and bellows were nothing
  more than callings to the air of life. Everything
  about the dragon dancers home was expected. The
  cries of a dragon were immortal, their flight
  sounds magestic. To hear anything else was an
  omen. No silence should ever ring out in their
  world, for the silence of a dragons world would
  mean the end to those who knew them. Icarnia was
  the world of dragons, and shall forever remain
  that way. It was life.
• A girl of no older than eighteen stood on the
  highest part of mountains that circled around the
  land of Icarnia, her eyes closed with a smile
  upon her face. Her skin was dark and tanned from
  the days of lying out on the sun, her brunette
  hair short and spikey, flying viciously around
  her face. Tight brown leather covered her body,
  laced with dark strings to hold it all in place.
• She merely sat in complete stillness, ears
  listening to the cries of the dragons down below.
  
• Beautiful. She whispered.
• Her eyes snapped open as a sound of a clear
  calling of a dragon shook the stones she sat
  upon, bright violet eyes glancing down. The chill
  of the rumble that shook from the beasts chest
  ran up her spine, and her smirk broadened to a
  wide smile. Pushing herself to her feet, she kept
  her face down, and let out a cheerful cry as she
  kicked off, her body falling towards the sharp
  rocks that covered the bottom.
• Oof! Her body slammed into scales of rich red
  and brown, and jerked her face up as fingers
  scrambled to find the reigns that were upon the
  things back.
• I really wish you wouldnt do that Sadie! The
  red form called out, though his words to others
  would be nothing more than the constant cries of
  a dragon.
• Haha! Icor, you old scaled lump! Nothings more
  fun than flying through the air! Youre so lucky
  to have wings. She heard the dragon make a
  snort, a small blast of fire steaming out from
  his nostrils.
• You already ride a dragon, what more could you
  want?
• Do have my own scales upon my back of course!
• Never ask for more than what you already have my
  friend. Sadie smirked, crawling closer from his
  back and wrapped her arms around his neck in a
  hug.
• You always say the weirdest things.
• Its better than doing the weirdest things.
  Sadie laughed, Icor giving his own chuckle as his
  wings beat against the air, letting the pair soar
  back to Icarnia with no care in the world to what
  lied below them.

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• So, what do you say you old dragon scales? Want
  to give the drop another try today? Sadie beamed
  down towards Icors face, her rich eyes glinting.
  Icors golden slits slid towards her face, a
  small frown coming over his red muzzle.
• How about we just do a few simple curves instead
  Sadie? I dont feel like-
• Icor. We need to get this done. We both know all
  the other moves.
• But, cant we just.
• No. Ill tell you what. We can start the routine
  from the first dive, and work our way in. Sound
  good? The dragon gave a small grumble, before
  flapping his wings backwards, stopping their
  drive in midair, and twisted his body around to
  head back towards the mountain top where he
  caught her.
• Well give it a go. Sadie cheered at his
  response, and he couldnt help but let his mouth
  curl back to a smile. So optimistic she was. It
  was probably the reason theyve been together
  this long so far.
• Aw hell. Sadie cursed, seeing another pair
  already in their place. A green dragon roared at
  the top of the reddened rocks, wings spreading
  out as wide as possible in a dragon show of
  beauty. Icors gaze dropped.
• The idiots took our place Icor. Whatre we gonna
  do? she glanced down towards her dragon friend,
  the happiness in her eyes fading. Icor glanced
  back up and flinched mentally at her expression.
  A small growl rumbled through his form for a
  moment.
• Icor? Sadie asked. She gasped as he paused in
  his beatings, and threw back his head to let out
  a roar that carried out, rumbling her chest.
• How about we let them know what true dragon
  riders can do? He bellowed, laughing into the
  clear skies. Her face brightened, before letting
  out her own laugh.
• Yeah! Lets show those little imps how true
  dancers do it!
• Hmm. Lets like we have company Ricias. A pair
  of blue eyes glittered as they watched the pair
  of riders fly towards the mountain, the emerald
  dragon beside the man snorting.
• What do you want to do Donovan? Wing off their
  flight?
• Haha. Its always funny for you when it involved
  something dangerous, isnt it? No. Lets see what
  those two dingbats want. Knowing Sadie, she
  probably wants to do a challenge. Ricias again
  snorted, puffs of black smoke fleeting from his
  nostrils as his black eyes narrowed towards the
  pair.
• They want to do a challenge? With that
  chickenwing for a dragon? Oh, thisll be rich. He
  cant even perform the final dive yet without
  using wing. Donovan chuckled, elbowing his
  dragon friends side.
• Aww cmon now. Give them some credit. At least
  Sadie tries to make it seem like shes as good at
  me. A smirk crawled over the green dragons maw.
• For someone who views themselves as that human
  girls friend, you sure are pretty cruel towards
  her.
• Just doing whats in my nature. Donovan grinned
  maliciously, crossing his arms. Now, lets see
  what those two can do.

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• Looks like theyre expecting us Icor. Sadie
  smirked, seeing her male friend Donovan mounting
  onto Riciass back. Icor snorted, flapping
  downwards to bring the pair higher. He didnt
  reply back to her little comment, but she knew of
  what he was doing. Preparing herself, she double
  wrapped the rope around her wrists that was bound
  around Icors neck, and tucked in her legs
  tightly against his scales. Dragon riders rarely
  used saddles on their pairs. They were used only
  in times of battles, for extra safety, but this
  was a more peaceful land. These were dancers, not
  fighters. Still, they had the battle wear just in
  case locked away. One never doubted a dragons
  ability. Ricias was the first to let out a roar
  of warning, but Icor let one back out, for fierce
  with its almost penetrating shriek of dominance.
  Riciass wings spread out and let out a giant
  burst, the air visible underneath his body as
  rocks and debris flew off, the green dragon now
  in the air. Sadies face held a more
  concentrating appearance, eyes narrowed as they
  neared the other pair. Here came the Dragon Dance
  Pair.
• The dragons fly right past eachother, both on
  their sides so the claws reached out and clicked
  with the other. The riders held on tightly, the
  double bound ropes around their wrists securing
  their seat on the backs. As they flew past, necks
  reared back as they made a swerve, heading back
  towards each other again. Each human pulled on
  the ropes, helping the dragon go right side up
  with a growl rumbling in their throats. They
  kicked against the sides, and they released a
  roar of fire, each burst blasting into each other
  in a bright show in their faces. Sadie and
  Donovan pulled back on the ropes, and the dragons
  now headed up towards the sky, wings beating
  furiously, wisping over the other as they were so
  close to the others body. Hearts pounded madly
  in their chests with the thrill of what was about
  to happen. Higher they rose up, Sadie and
  Donovans eyes squinting at the speed of their
  friends, holding on for all they were worth. When
  each dragons head was at level with the clouds,
  they twisted.
• Their bodies curved down opposite of each other,
  so their backs were facing one another. For one
  fleeting moment, Sadie and Donovans face peered
  back, Sadies eyes so determined and serious,
  while Donovans were filled with laughter and
  ridicule. The dragons dove.
• Their wings folded against their body, entire
  form straight and perfectly parallel to the
  other, and like an arrow, shot through the sky
  with nothing but the sound of passing wind being
  heard by their ears. Icor and Riciass eyes were
  intent on the ground below them, while the
  humans were clenched tightly against the others
  body, in attempt to make their perfect forms
  faster against the wind, eyes clenched tight at
  the furious wind whipping past them. It wasnt
  rare to receive cuts from this final dive of the
  pair dance for the humans. The wind at times was
  a bit too harsh, so in most cases, each human
  wore a leather suit to protect their body. But
  this wasnt a ceremonial dance, and the skin was
  bare. Even now, Sadie could feel the slices
  against her flesh, and her teeth clenched.
• Their bodies almost neared the floor, each set
  and true to what was supposed to be done. Both
  dragons had determined eyes as they stared hard
  at the ground, and for a fleeting moment, Icor
  felt that this time, he was not going to pull
  back.

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• His body was numb and ready for the final dance,
  almost quaking in the anticipation to finally
  finish what he thought was a lost cause. But, his
  eyes widened. A shriek fell from his maw as he
  was only meters from the ground, and his wings
  spread out as Ricias still plummeted past him.
  The green dragon let his own wings expand
  centimeters away, letting out a shriek of victory
  as Icor hovered above with a saddened gaze. Sadie
  patted the dragon's neck affectionately as
  Donovan's laughter rang out.
• Cheer up Icor. Well have another chance with
  them again! The dragon gave out a small snort,
  not even bothering to look behind him towards
  Sadie frowned. Each time he lost, it seemed his
  confidence diminished a bit more. She wished
  there was a way to get this giant lug back into
  full spring. Because she knew, that logically,
  they would never win if this kept happening. Icor
  would never regain the strength in his mind if he
  kept this up, and they would never succeed in
  their Dance. That, was something that Sadie could
  never accept. The two were meant to be together,
  and she would do everything in her power to keep
  them as one. Sadies eyes went cold, and her legs
  kicked into the dragons sides. No! Go back
  right now! Icor glanced back finally, and
  grumbled slightly.
• Why? So I can be embarassed once again by your
  impossible ideas? Sadie glared, and kicked his
  sides again. She want going to let him do this
  anymore.
• We are going to finish the final step in the
  dance! And you arent going to fly away until
  thats finished! Now turn around! Or do you want
  me to keep kicking you?
• Donovan watched the two for hours as they tried
  again and again the last dive, each one with the
  saddest failure. Ricias shifted on his claws,
  becoming tired of merely sitting in one place for
  so long. The dragon opened his maw, letting a
  black tongue curl out with a jet of smoke.
• Why are we still here? It isnt like anything
  new is going to happen. he commented after his
  yawn. Donovan frowned, head turning to look at
  his dragon companion.
• Why? He started, before looking back towards
  Sadie and Icor. Why do they keep performing that
  dive, over and over? They arent going to get it.
  Icors mind is set. Hes going to fail, no matter
  what. Ricias moved his head, allowing one eye to
  study the human.
• Because it is a task that should be performed by
  all dancing dragons. We were meant to complete
  this, as was done centuries ago by our Ancestors.
  Icor probably finds shame in finding that he can
  not perform the last dive. Its supposed to be in
  our blood, yet it isnt for him.
• And why is Sadie always so cheerful? I would be
  embarrassed to even have a dragon like that
  witless lump.
• I cant tell you of the reasons why Sadie is
  what she is. You humans still confuse me, with
  your endless emotions. Even now Donovan, the fact
  that you seem to be fuming over those two, is a
  small wonder for me. Donovan glanced back again,
  an eyebrow rising in question.
• Because. he started, but stopped himself. He
  frowned again, looking back towards the pair.
  Even now, he could see her. With her eyes closed,
  clinging tightly to Icors back, as that dragon
  once again failed. Ricias tilted his head in a
  confused manner when he heard the human sigh.

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• Lets go home Ricias. Im tired.
• For weeks they practiced that one dive. Over and
  over Sadie screamed into Icors holes for ears to
  make the twist for the ground, gritting and
  eventually crying out as the wind slashes her
  skin. Icor himself was gaining sore wings,
  spending his nights licking the scaley appendages
  on his back. He didnt know how much more either
  of them could take, diving into the freezing air,
  praying that somehow that fear in his mind would
  one day cease to exist. It was never going to
  come. He has already proved that he was a failure
  in being a dancer. He was now proving to be a
  failure in his friendship with his human dancer.
• Sadie had completely other thoughts on the idea.
  She was currently on top of her bed, a large pile
  of straw and cotton, covered by a thick blanket,
  and was wrapping her arm in a white bandage. Red
  was already starting to seep through. Sighing,
  she lowered her arms, and gazed towards the
  window opposite her dark room. The cries of lone
  dragons were still ringing in the air, as well as
  the shrieks as they flew around the mountain. How
  was she to convince her friend to perform the
  dive? Their future depended on this one final
  task.
• Food for thought Sadie? The girl yelped at the
  bright voice filtrated her ears, jumping in
  reaction. Violet eyes blinked towards the
  doorway, seeing the figure with black spikey hair
  and blue eyes smirk down at her.
• Donovan. She said, before pulling herself to
  her feet.
• Is this how you greet everyone? Or am I just a
  special case?
• You surprised me. Its rude to sneak into
  someones room like this. Donovan only laughed,
  before taking a few steps inside. He held out a
  plate towards her.
• So how is that mongrel dragon of yours? Sadie
  frowned towards the boy, swallowing the piece of
  the sandwich and wiped her lips.
• He isnt a mongrel, and hes doing just fine.
• Sure. And thats why I see you two practicing
  out there everyday until it gets dark.
• You were spying on us?
• It isnt a secret Sadie. Everyones noticing how
  panicky you two seem to be.
• Its not like that. We just want to make sure
  were the best! Thats all
• Quit lying to yourself. Just look at these
  bandages.
• Hey! Sadie flinched as Donovans fingers played
  at the new at her arm, before jerking it back and
  used the other to give him a small smack in the
  face.
• Ow! I only want to see how bad they are!
• Well knock it off. I dont need you mothering
  over me. Sadie snorted towards him defiantly,
  taking another bite of her food with a glare.
  Donovan sighed, rolling his eyes.
• I just wish you wouldnt push yourself so hard.
• I dont know what youre talking about.

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• I dont want to see that kind of accident in my
  lifetime. Sadie rose an eyebrow towards him.
• Since when did you care so much? Donovan
  raised a dark eyebrow.
• When have I not? Sadie blinked, not knowing how
  to respond. Heck, she didnt even know what that
  was supposed to even mean. Were talking about
  the guy who used to place lizards down her back
  just to make her cry! Donovan stared at her for
  a moment, his face showing nothing, before sighed
  and getting off her bed.
• Sadie, just promise me one thing. He said when
  he got to her door, back faced to her. Dont
  hurt yourself okay? Even if you and Icor dont
  make it, youll still have me, right? Then he
  left.
• Sadi could hardly believe her ears. He was
  telling her to just give up and move on? That the
  bond between her and Icor wasnt good enough to
  fight for? She put her food down, eyes still wide
  as they stared at the empty doorway.
• How?.How dare you. She said softly, narrowing
  her gaze.
• Icor had finally been able to convince himself to
  curl up and sleep when Donovan found him. The
  dragon groaned for a moment, letting out a puff
  of jet black smoke as he was poked in the side,
  and shifted. A kick to his neck made his eyes pop
  open. A growl left his throat, moving his head to
  see whom had done such a thing. They rested on
  Donovans body, and a snarl was starting to build
  up.
• Oh, hush up you lump of red tard. Donovan said
  as the dragon glared at him. I just want to
  talk. So even though you cant talk back, the
  least you can do right now is listen. Icor
  shifted his head to the side, wondering why this
  brat wanted to deal with him in the first place.
• Look. I know you know Sadie really well. Even
  more than I do. You two share everything
  together, dont you? The dragon gave him a
  slightly confused face, wondering where this was
  going.
• So you can tell her that enough is enough,
  right? Donovan glared as the dragons confusion
  seemed to rise even more. Didnt he understand
  anything?
• Im telling you to stop practicing every day
  with her! The snort that left the dragons nose
  indicated he was finally starting to get the
  idea, and his surprise was evident. Donovan
  walked closer to the dragon, a hand reaching out
  for the red scales, and for a moment, Icor
  flinched, ready to bite the hand to get the boy
  off. Until he realized the look of pain. What in
  the world?
• Icor, please tell her to stop this. Shes
  killing herself with her own stubborn
  determination. Shes very dear to me. I dont
  want to lose her over this dance. If you cant
  perform that last dance, then dont do it. Youre
  hurting her every time you take that dive. Do you
  not see it written on her skin? Of course he saw
  it. He wanted to stop all of this nonsense, so
  she wouldnt receive another injury. Sadie
  refused to listen though. She was too stubborn
  and too proud to let anything like that stop her.
  But now, even other people were realizing how
  critical this was becoming.
• Icors eyes softened, and reached his head
  towards the boy, nuzzling him in the side gently.
  Donovan smiled, patting the dragons head before
  giving him a small hug.
• I wish you could perform it though. You and
  Sadie belong together as dancers.

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• Chapter 2
• Oh, where is that giant lug now? We were
  supposed to start practice an hour ago! The Dance
  is tomorrow and we are no where close of
  accomplishing our goal! Sadie huffed, marching
  across the grassy fields of her home. She could
  see all the others with their dragons, getting a
  few last minute chores done before the ceremonial
  dance. But she didnt see her own dragon among
  the crowd. Starting to get fidgety, she glanced
  towards the rocks that she had jumped off a few
  weeks back. Her eyes widened as she saw the pair
  she knew very well.
• Donovan! She screamed, running towards the
  mountain.
• Looks like your girl found you. Ricias snorted,
  his hearing catching the sound of Sadies voice.
• Eh? Donovan glanced to where Riciass eyes were
  staring at, and his eyes widened. He turned back
  to the dragon, heading for his back. Come on.
  Lets get out of here.
• Dont you want to stick around? She seemed
  mightily ticked about something right now. Could
  prove to be fun.
• No. he replied, mounting on the green back.
  Just fly! Ricias rolled his eyes, expanding his
  wings as he took off to the air.
• Oh, no you dont! Get back here right now
  Donovan and you tell me what you did with Icor! I
  demand an explanation! Sadie yelled as he soared
  over her head, pulling her hair back from her
  face as she fumed at them. Donovan! Where is my
  dragon! Donovan! She ran after the pair, but
  knew that was impossible to beat a dragon in
  flight. She gave out one last scream towards him
  as they flew to the sky.
• Sadie looked for him all day long. She climbed
  the rocks that circled their home. She scanned
  through every hole and pestered every dragon she
  could find but to no avail. Icor was gone, and
  her heart was becoming heavier with each step.
  What were they going to do if he never showed up?
  They had to practice. They needed to take that
  last dive, and never be apart from each other.
  They just had to. Sadie wasnt willing to give up
  her dragon partner, or her best friend. Icor was
  everything to her. The bond between the dragon
  and the dancer was the strongest bond she could
  think of. To have that bond broken would mean
  that life wasnt meant living. She just had to
  get to him, and tell him that they needed to
  perfect their dance. What would life be if that
  never happened?
• Icor. Sadie said softly, sitting upon the roof
  of her home when it became too dark to look
  anymore. This was the end for them both.
  Everything they had done, was going to be gone in
  a flash tomorrow when they didnt perform the
  dance that the dragons blood demanded from them.
  She was going to lose him.
• Sadie... A nudge to the side made the girl
  grumble, waving her hand and turned to the side.
  A snort crawled over her face, and she coughed at
  the smoke.
• Get up Sadie, or were going to be late! Violet
  eyes blinked open finally, and widened at the red
  figure in front of her.

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• Icor?! She rose up, hair a giant mess on top of
  her head, staring at the dragon in disbelief. His
  lips curled back, smiling his famous dragon smile
  to her.
• Come on Sadie. We need to move. The ceremony is
  starting soon. Sadie frowned towards him.
• Whats the point? Icor tilted his head.
• What do you mean?
• What I just said! Whats the point? The last
  task hasnt been perfected. Were going to lose
  one way or the other. The dragon lost his smile.
• Dont talk like that. This isnt the Sadie I
  know.
• And how do you want me to talk? Why shouldnt I
  be like this, after you disappeared on me
  yesterday? Icor gave her a saddened look,
  lowering his head for a moment. But something
  clicked in his mind, and his eyes narrowed.
• This is no time for pity Sadie! Dont you dare
  give up now! Were trained too hard to simply
  stop all this! Do you want us to separate? Sadie
  gave a slightly surprised look, taken aback by
  his eagerness to fight for their friendship. Then
  she smiled.
• Sadie came out of her house wearing the
  ceremonial outfit. A full brown leather outfit
  with metal bangles running down her sides that
  clinked each time she took a step. She had pinned
  her hair back, eyes lit with her old spark.
• Lets go! She yelled towards Icor, leaping onto
  his back. The dragon let out a roar before
  flapping his wings, lifting the two into the air.
• Hey! There! There are the last two! The crowd
  that came to watch the oldest ceremony all turned
  their heads, and Donovan glanced towards the sky,
  a smirk sprawling over his lips slightly.
• Even after I told him not to. Theyre going to
  do it anymore. Well, cant expect anything less
  from her. Come on Ricias. Lets show these belly
  crawlers how real dancers do it. Ricias let out
  a small snort towards his friend in reply.
• A line o f ten dragons clutched evenly along the
  jagged rocks, each human ready on their back. A
  silver aged dragon flew in front of them, his
  blind eyes revealing nothing, but his face showed
  how eager he was to hear the dance once more.
• Remember young bloods. The human on his back
  yelled out, he too carrying a head full of silver
  hair, eyes old and worn from his days of dancing.
• This is a dance! Care of no one else but youre
  partner! If you disrupt anything during this
  ceremony, you will lose your bond with your
  partner! His hand flew up. Sadie tensed on
  Icors back, hands keeping a death grip on the
  rope.
• Perform the Dragon Dance! His hand flew down,
  and the dragons flew up in unison.
• Icor flew straight up into the air, with Sadie
  keeping a tight hold to stay in her place, eyes
  looking right up in front of her. He paused with
  a large beat of his wings to halt his
  advancement, and Sadie tugged hard on his rope,
  making him fly so that his belly was facing the
  air, and sailed back down. He spiraled towards
  the ground, wings full out to make it a slow
  descent, and a roar, grouped with every other
  dragon, rang out proudly to the air.

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• Sadie herself let out a scream, the wind
  deafening all the others that the human riders
  made as they each spun round and round to the
  ground. About halfway between the clouds and the
  grass, Icor made a loop, circling back towards
  the sky once more. He made weaves and dodges with
  the other dragons, each one greeting each other
  with a click of their claws, and wings beating
  against each other in a formal greeting. Then
  they all sailed once more back to the air,
  letting out a roar of fire and flew past. Sadie
  tensed, closing her eyes as the flames were being
  passed by, but a large smile spread across her
  face. This was the most beautiful they had danced
  yet! She wondered how amazing it was to watch the
  dance from the ground.
• What seemed nearly eternity for her to tug on
  the rope to help direct the dragon, and letting
  out her cheers of joy, the final dive was to
  begin. When each dragon reached the top of the
  sky, all seemed to stop. Icors eyes glanced back
  towards Sadie, studying her gaze. That
  determination and her joy of being in this flight
  made his heart flutter. She meant to be on his
  back. She meant to scream her cries with his
  roar, to pull on his rope to help his flight. She
  belonged with him. He took in a deep breathe,
  gaining all the air he could muster in his lungs,
  before letting out a screech that shook the air
  with a full blast of fire. Then he dove. Sadie
  immediately flattened herself against his body,
  closing her eyes as they fell to the grounds. The
  air was like thunder in her ears, deafening any
  sound possible. Icor was like a perfect arrow as
  he flew towards the floor, wings pinned tightly
  against his body in the final dive. They came
  closer, and closer to the grassy homeland of
  theirs, and his heart felt like it had stilled.
  There was no feeling in his red body. There was
  no thought. Only the simple feeling of falling
  from the sky like some heavenly gift from their
  dragon gods. Icors eyes widened. That was what
  this was supposed to mean. He was to be a gift
  from his gods. Sadie and him were supposed to be
  a gift that fell from their claws, their bond
  their show of love. Now he understood what it
  meant.
• Sadie felt the sudden lurch of his wings, and her
  eyes snapped open with a large gasp. No, he
  didnt just... She glanced around, seeing to her
  bewilderment that silence wrung the air as all
  eyes settled on the two. Her heart started to
  pound. He didnt just..
• The screams thundered the ground in unison.
  Sadies lips quivered as she gaped at the crowd.
  They were all smiling and cheering as they looked
  at them! She looked towards Icor, and his
  amazement was evident. She looked towards
  Donovan, and he was waving a fist in the air with
  a cheer.
• Lords. Sadie whispered, before the large smile
  spread over her face. She beamed down at Icor,
  and threw herself to his neck.
• You giant lump of red scales! You did it! She
  screamed. Icor rose into the air, letting out of
  a cry of victory. They had won over the Dragon
  Dance.

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Into the Eyes

• Looking into the eyes
• of the one who tells all truth
• the one who knows of the lies
• told by all the youth
• He smiles down at me
• eyes sparkling with knowing
• I ask of what he sees
• I beg for the telling
• He answers only in riddles
• confusing my mind with games
• but I know why he fiddles
• it is to bring no shames
• Live your life without knowing
• of what will soon be
• keep yourself guessing
• in this unknowing life with me

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Wolf Song and Moon Dance

• Why does the wolf of white run
• why does the creature howl to its night
• cant it all just be done
• what had made it fill with fright
• Dance your moon dance blessed creatures
• sing your nightly filled songs of sorrow and loss
• let the moons glow capture your features
• have the starry nights glow toss
• bring forth the dance of the moon with passion
• let the night light up your golden eyes
• never fear to show your compassion
• of the secrets of what lies
• dance for you gods oh nightly creatures of the
  wood
• let your pelts glisten of the past of your kind
• continue to dance and sing the way you should
• and remember to keep your keen mind

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The Woman

• What does the woman see as she gazes out
• her eyes sullen and worn
• what lies behind the dusted window about
• that can turn such a pretty face torn
• in the darkened room with only the sunlight
• that lights up such a pale and gloomy face
• her dress so dull and dark against her skin so
  bright
• as she sits next to the window with no emotions
  to trace
• her hands lie upon her lap folded on top of the
  other
• she looks as though shes about to sigh
• why does she have such the look of a bother
• as she looks out to the window, never telling why.

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Kill the Dove

• Pierce with the weapon of hate
• Strike down all your love
• Place flames upon our fate
• and kill the dove

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Reflections

• The developments in the style, directing, and
  detail have improved since the start of the
  semester.
• Ive been using my writing skills to help improve
  the essays and writings that are in my english,
  as well as to help portray the reports in
  government.
• The best writing piece in my portfolio is my
  story Dragon Dance, because its something
  completely different from the rest of the work
  that has been done so far, and relates more to
  what I really like to write about.