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The Archer's Legacy-Part One        Sunlight flittered through the canopy of leaves above. The smell of flowers and ripened fruit rode the small breeze like horsemen, ruffling the grass. Birds chirped as if celebrating the warm, spring day. An arrow whistled, cutting through the air as if it were nothing.

        It stuck cleanly at the center of an assortment of red and white circles. Lucinda, a maiden of seventeen with night black hair and dark chocolate eyes notched another arrow into the taught string of her bow. The black and red arrow shot past fifty yards of trees and shrubbery to pi
Run        Leaves and twigs crunched under loud and heavy footfalls. Long, brown hair trailed behind like the train of a wedding gown, though this was in no way a happy occasion. The girl's lungs cried for air as she pushed herself forward—running not only her life, but the life of many. Cold rain fell in large beads, blocking her sight and causing her to slip on the muddy forest floor.

       Something was gripped in her hand and her pursuers would stop at nothing to retrieve it. The thing was a foot long cylinder the color of the sun. It felt warm despite the freezing rain and glowed like the sun too.

       Shadows danced around the
Water        Waves crashed against noisily against the hull of the ship, drowning out all other sounds. The smell of sea salt was strong, washing away the stench of unwashed bodies and people. The girl watched as white foam fell over the sea like a blanket. Then it faded and disappeared like it was never there, only to be replaced by another sheet. Occasional sprays of high flying foam dotted the peaceful scene. The full moon was low, almost touching the surface of the horizon. Thin wisps of fog lingered around the sky, giving it an eerie feel. Despite that, stars could be seen, twinkling like diamonds again
Slow DanceSlow Dance
Have you ever
watched
kids 
On a merry-go-round? 
Or listened to
the rain
slapping on the ground? 
Ever followed a 
butterfly's erratic flight? 
Or gazed at the sun into a 
fading 
night? 
You better slow down
Don't
dance so
fast
Time is short.
The music
won't
last
Do you run through each day
on 
the
fly? 
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear
the 
reply?
When the day is done
do you lie
in your
bed
with the next hundred chores 
running through
your head?
You better
slow down
Don't dance
so fast. 
Time is
short.
The music won't
last.
Ever told your
child,
We'll do it tomorrow? 
And in your haste, 
not see his
sorrow? 
Ever lost 
touch,
let a good 
friendship die
cause you 
never had time
to call 
and say "Hi"
You'd 
better slow down
Don't dance
so fast
Time
is short
The music won't
last 
When you run
so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of get
MakeMake
Make a statement
Make an impression
Make both ends meet
Make the connections
Make the pieces fit
Making everyday count 
Am I?Let me ask you this
Am I selfish?
Egotistic?
Arrogant?
Do I only care about myself?
Am I that careless brat that does nothing for anyone?
Did I just want attention?
Complain and cry because of a twisted ankle?
And that’s not all
Am I spoiled?
Do I care only for myself?
Do I never ask of anyone else? Am I really that far along?
Or was it maybe it was the family?
The one that wants bragging rights; the one that wants the grades like that perfect cousin
Ha! Just like me, making excuses
There are none
Am I? 
The Archer's Legacy-Part Two        "What do you think you are doing?" yelled Lucinda.

        "Trying to convince a fair maiden such as you to stay in my presence but a moment longer?" he suggested, shifting to grasp her hand instead.  

        She jerked her hand out of his and took a step back. If looks could kill, an entire town would fall dead under the weight of her stare. "I've met men like you," she whispered angrily.

        He arched a brow. "Oh? Tell me about it."

        She glared at him, but complied. "They seduce woman, play with them… then throw them away like a broken toy. I'll have you know that I will not be one of those girls—not for yo
Wise AdviceMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after Knives because you'll only end up with a slime in your toe." I never quite understood his advice until one Valentine's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Clary. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was delicious  and spooky sounds came from deep within. Clary saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
The Archer's Legacy-Part Three        Lucinda loaded an arrow in the string of her bow. Her back was to the wall left of the door. Using the heel of her right foot, she slowly nudged open the cracked panels of wood that made her door. A small strip of paper flittered unnoticed to the ground. The armed girl did a half turn to stand in front of the door, facing in, arrow pointing inside.

       The single room house was empty as usual. Nothing had been disturbed. Two steps showed her what was behind the door: dust. With a sigh of relief, Lucinda lowered her bow. Some would remove their shoes before entering a house; she readied an arrow and scoped the area before entering
The Archer's Legacy-Part Five        "Scum," he spat. "Have nothing to do so you wander into the forest and kick animals? Sad really," he shook his head in mock pity. He dropped his bow and quiver, setting them down lightly on the forest floor.

       "Who're you calling scum?" asked the man that had called the wolf a rat.

       "I sincerely apologize." He made a low bow. "I thought I was making it very obvious for your small minds to understand that it was all of you that I was calling scum." He grinned and straitened.

      
Katara's Masquerade-Part Three Their dance was nothing too spectacular. There were no fireworks, and it didn't attract much attention. Few couples stopped to watch them dance for moments then moved on. Even so, the two doing the dancing thoroughly enjoyed it.

The polar opposites danced through multiple songs and almost exhausted their energy showing off to Zuko's sister. Katara had most completely forgotten that Zuko was the same person that was—and currently is—hunting the Avatar.

When it was obvious that Azula—Zuko refused to mention who his sister was but who else could it be?—had noticed the two and was furious, they sat at the table where thei
Crazy RollercoasterYou are something 
that can soothe me
or destroy me 
with a single command.
You can give a gentle caress on skin.
You can initiate a war between us.
Your words bring passion and love.
Your words bring hate and sorrow.
You will hurt me.
You will scar me.
Then you will heal me.
But that never, 
ever, 
lasts.
You cut up my heart,
then sew it back together
on thin strings
just to snap it apart.
Words stream endlessly, 
Cutting,
Bandaging,
And cutting some more.
I feel alive
when I’m with you;
like I'm on cloud nine.
But you push me away 
with your words.
Later,
reeling me back in
with that touch.
Should I take that risk?
Ride that crazy rollercoaster?
Your mouth uttered,
“I no longer want you.”
and I fell apart.
You pushed me toward another
whom I tried to accept 
with all my heart.
Then you said you wanted me…
again.
You thought with a single touch
I would come, running back
to you.
But not this time
You told me
many things
to cl
Katara's Masquerade-Part One"Is this really necessary?" complained Sokka, pulling at the Fire Nation robe and matching mask. "This is really uncomfortable."

"Sorry Sokka," answered Aang. "We're sneaking in the Fire Nation. This Masquerade is the best way. No one will question us for wearing masks and costumes," he announced.

"I kind of like my outfit," admitted Katara, doing a little turn. The red skirt she was adorned in, puffed slightly. "Although the necklace was a little much," she said, eyeing the gold and ruby chocker around her neck.

They were on the outskirts of the city. A full moon shone silver light down, illuminating everything. To Katara's happiness,
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."

Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it  was not a village. Neither h
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The Archer's Legacy-Part Ten            The wind whipped by as Lucinda ran. She didn’t have any destination, just away. Her heart pounded in her chest hard enough that it could pop out any second. The injured arm was throbbing wildly; her face burning hot, and probably the same color of her dress. She noticed it was late morning by the time she felt safe enough to stop.
            The flame on her cheeks was still present, though more from running than embarrassment. She slumped to the ground, hugging one leg to her chest and resting her forehead on her knee. The bow dug into her back through its sheath, but she barely noticed. Thoughts warred heatedly in her mind. What had just happened? Why did she run? What had she done? Why had Alexander been so curious?
            One questions stood out amongst the others: Where was she?
   
Who Am I?Smile
Laugh
Play
That's what I fake every day

Cry
Scream
Fight
That's what I do every night

Mean
Selfish
Cruel
That's how I act at school

Worthless
Brat
Loam
That's what I'm called at home

Bipolar
Violent
Stone
That's what I am on my own

 Who am I?  
Why I Am the Way I Am    There are many aspects that make a person who they are. A person’s upbringing and surroundings can change who they were meant to be from birth. Every life is unique in its own way. There is no “two of a kind”. That is no different for me; I am no exception to this unavoidable law.
    I think one of my best and worst aspects is the driving need to be independent, to stay strong. I have always refused food and money from people. I can’t stand being in debt to someone. I try not to complain, and I hate it when I evoke anyone’s pity. I despise crying in the presence of any living being and tend not to get close to people. I have a guess as to why this is.
    Both of my parents are Chinese. For the most part, Asian parents are very strict, more so than most American born parents. My parents are tight with rules, no doubt about it, but I do believe they’ve been easier on me than other parents have been on their children.
Dark Angel's Sword         The forest was dense, making for good coverage. It was damp and fog crawled around our ankles. The HK 416 assault rifle in my hand was freezing to my fingers with the cold that night brought. The strap holding clips of ammunition bit painfully into my chest and stomach, through the few layers of clothes I wore. Other people needed the warmth more with these freezing nights. I sometimes debated whether the protection of darkness was worth the less than comfortable temperatures. I quickly amended myself. Of course it was. Suffering through some frost was definitely worth it if it potentially saved lives.
            I led my group of six others further into enemy territory, careful not to make a sound. A loose strand of brown hair fell into my eyes and I impatiently brushed it away while making sure I didn’t trip over any tree roots. There had been no time this morning to tie it up so it swishe
The Siren's Call-Part One            A tunnel stretched before her, dark and looming despite being covered with crawling vines and rainbow blossoms. The air was heavy with the flowers’ perfume, but the smell was lost to the girl. Somewhere in the distance, the forest’s creatures screamed their warnings to stay away. A magical force beckoned to the girl from within. It was an invisible siren luring its prey toward an inescapable trap.
            The entranced girl took a jerking step forward, the thump of her shoed feet resounding through the caves. Her gleaming blond hair caught what little light there was, shooting it back. Beautiful Caribbean blue eyes stared, unblinkingly, ahead. The entranced girl’s porcelain skin seemed to glow in the half light. Her feet moved of their own accord, bringing her closer and closer to what danger lay ahead.
           
The Archer's Legacy-Part Nine            Lucinda stepped into the deeper elbow of the river with her right foot first. There was only a fraction of the shock she expected from such frigid waters.  Her left foot followed. She stood on a ledge before a sheer drop in ankle high water. Rough winds clawed at her bare skin and grabbed at her hair. She let out a breath a walked into the water.
            The water burned like fire for a moment then was ice cold. The below zero temperature of the creek water sent the cold right down to her core. Lucinda surfaced with a gasp, teeth chattering and rubbing her arms like mad. Wet hair plastered itself all along her back and around her face. She dared a glance down to her left arm and was relieved the bandages Alexander secured held fast. At the very least, the cold numbed the area to a certain extent.
            The archer

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Why?

:iconblackblossomjewelry:

Why?

Why do you

smile

when all around

there is

devastation?

 

Why?

Why do you

cry

when you are

surrounded by

friends?

 

Why?

Why was

the bridge

built

to be

destroyed?

 

Why?

Why does the sun

rise

every morning and

set

every night?

 

Why? 

:iconblackblossomjewelry:
Yeah, I'm crazy. Oh look ninja unicorns on double rainbows dancing to Gangnam Style...

Crazy RollercoasterYou are something
that can soothe me
or destroy me
with a single command.

You can give a gentle caress on skin.
You can initiate a war between us.
Your words bring passion and love.
Your words bring hate and sorrow.

You will hurt me.
You will scar me.
Then you will heal me.
But that never,
ever,
lasts.

You cut up my heart,
then sew it back together
on thin strings
just to snap it apart.

Words stream endlessly,
Cutting,
Bandaging,
And cutting some more.

I feel alive
when I’m with you;
like I'm on cloud nine.

But you push me away
with your words.
Later,

reeling me back in
with that touch.

Should I take that risk?
Ride that c
Slow DanceSlow Dance
Have you ever
watched
kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the rain

slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into a
fading
night?

You better slow down

Don't
dance so
fast

Time is short.

The music
won't
last

Do you run through each day
on
the
fly?

When you ask How are you?
Do you hear
the
reply?

When the day is done
do you lie
in your
bed

with the next hundred chores
running through
your head?

Yo better
slow down

Don't dance
so fast.

Time is
short.

The music won't
last.

Ever told your
child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in you haste,
not see his
sorrow?

Ever
Am I?Let me ask you this
Am I selfish?
Egotistic?
Arrogant?
Do I only care about myself?
Am I that careless brat that does nothing for anyone?
Did I just want attention?
Complain and cry because of a twisted ankle?
And that’s not all
Am I spoiled?
Do I care only for myself?
Do I never ask of anyone else? Am I really that far along?
Or was it maybe it was the family?
The one that wants bragging rights; the one that wants the grades like that perfect cousin
Ha! Just like me, making excuses
There are none
Am I?
MakeMake
Make a statement
Make an impression
Make both ends meet
Make the connections
Make the pieces fit
Making everyday count
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~SanAngle Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's good :)
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=BlackBlossomJewelry Nov 2, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
Thank you!
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Mood: Love ~VoogleBears Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I really love this poem~ It applies to one of my OCs so much~ It's so sad and true~ :heart:
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=BlackBlossomJewelry Nov 2, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
Thank you. I' glad this could relate to something you know. And I love the third quote in your signature. ^^
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Mood: Love ~VoogleBears Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Doitashimashite~ ^^

Aww~ Thank you~ I love it too. ^3^ If only the author wasn't anon. I would give them a biiig hug~ :tighthug:
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=BlackBlossomJewelry Nov 3, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
lol
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Mood: Love ~VoogleBears Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
^^~
Lol, your signature soo applies to me~ :D
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=BlackBlossomJewelry Nov 3, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
lol
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Mood: Love ~VoogleBears Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
So~ Who're you dating? :D
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=BlackBlossomJewelry Nov 3, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
Many characters. You?
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