Saturday, July 28, 2007

A Mix of Times, and Emotions

There comes a time in everyones life when they feel lost and confused...I am not referring to that time. Things are changing, for better or worse. The clock will still chime, the sun will still shine, and everyone will be lonely. I am not here to scare you, but I had a dream. Sadness and woe has befallen me, I lie in a bed of heartache, asking...wondering. Me dream tells of the furture, or life and death. Only when you ask of me shall I tell of it. For now breathe deeply the fumes of life, acknowledge everything, living and dead. Never can you be both. Don't cry because its over..smile because it happened. And lastly tell me what you think of this dramatic intro to a story untold...

6 Comments:

At 4:22 PM, Blogger marmalade said...

dramatic, very dramatic.

 
At 1:59 PM, Blogger marmalade said...

okay okay which one of these titles is most intriguing?

The Window

Georgie Macallister and her Life

The Dunes of Sand
Book 1 of the Hillsdale Trilogy

 
At 11:25 AM, Blogger Jac said...

I am gonna have to go with the Window...my reasons: The Georgie one sounds somewhat interesting bbut not enough to pull me in. The Dunes of sand sounds like it might be like the hero and the crown books...but it also soudns like your trying too hard. At least those are my thoughts on the matter.

 
At 11:11 PM, Blogger marmalade said...

Alright, alright. Maybe I'll write it someday...

 
At 4:15 PM, Blogger marmalade said...

The Window

Some days you wake up and you feel like something exciting is going happen, but then to your dismay the day ends up being just like every other day. But, fortunately that does not always happen. This is the story of one of those lucky days.

It started out as any other day. I woke up, crawled out of bed and scampered down the stairs to the kitchen. The winter air had turned the tiled floor into ice cubes, but I was so used to it, I didn't even notice as I made my way to the door. I opened it revealing a brilliantly bright white landscape. I shivered, closed the door, and wound my way around the counters to the fireplace that also served as a stove. As usual, hot porridge was already bubbling in a pot over the fire. I snatched a bowl off a nearby counter and gave myself a few generous spoonfuls of the thick substance. At that moment, Peggy, the maid, came bustling into the kitchen, her arms full of firewood.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed as she dumped the wood into a pile.


What do you think so far?

 
At 4:58 PM, Blogger Jac said...

okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy....

 

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