Post by Amarth Leithian on Apr 3, 2007 18:41:53 GMT -5
Does anyone have any short stories or poems or anything they'd like to share? I figured we should have a section for those.
Okay I titled this quickly, but this is what it'll be called for now, because I'll keep going back to the wolf in the story I guess haha.
The Wolf and the Faeries
The wolf chased me through the forest, drawing closer to my heals with every step I took. Fear shot through my stomach like a bullet as the wolf drew ever closer. My feet pounded a cadence on the soft forest floor.
Pushing myself as hard as I could, I broke through a clearing and gasped at the sight. All around, faeries flew, trailed by a soft glow wherever they went. The wolf that had hearded me here now stood in front of me.
The beast began shimmering, just as the surreal beings behind him. A blinding light surrounded the wolf and he changed into the most handsome man I could ever imagine. His hair was the color of the darkest night possible and his eyes were twin silver moons, all set on flawless ivory skin and sharp, immaculate features. The only blemish on his skin was a silver star that kissed each of his temples.
Reaching out his ivory hand, he touched my cheek, so soft it was a gossamer kiss.
'Ashling.'
The faerie court melted away.
And I awoke. For the thrid night in a row, the dream haunted me, never changing. The wolf-faery was like a lost old friend whose name I couldn't quite recall, though my heart ached to remember.
Rubbing the sleep from my fyes, I sat up and saw that the sun was just beginning to rise. I threw on the jeans I had stripped off the night before and a pair of brown leather boots that were by my bed, going outside to greet the cool morning.
There was a whinny when I opened the barn doors; Finian, my gray Arabian, was waiting for me to let him out of his stall. "Hey, Smartie Pants. Patience, Finian!" I laughed, watching him push his nose against the door.
Ten minutes later, we were riding the hills together, racing the wind as we made our way to my favorite part of our spacious Minnesotan property: the house in the woods.
It wasn't much, but it seemed enchanted. The roof was partially caved in-- something I planned on fixing-- and stones were falling off the chimney. I had spent a couple weeks cleaning up the inside of the cottage and now was there every chance I got, which was uite often since school was out.
Dismounting, I tied Finian to a tree and went inside the little home. Opening the disheveled door, I was surprised by what I saw; the place looked like it had been ransacked. The organized shelves of food I'd brought had been thrown to the floor, the empty bookshelf laying flat on the ground. Ash had been swept from the hearth, as if whoever had been there searched everywhere before they left.
"Hope you found what you were looking for," I mumbled angrily.
Ashling
I jumped. Hearing things wasn't good. I made my way outside quickly, untying Finian and galloping home. Oh, I would come back, but only when I was prepared for whatever was to come...
Ciara, my mom, was in the barn when I got home. "Shirking on your duties again, Ashling?" She said as she cleaned out her horses stall. As I walked by Smartie Pants, I patted his rump and poked my head in his stall, where Mom was working.
As soon as she turned, I knew I looked bad. Coming over to where I stood, mom pulled a twig out of my hair. "Everything okay, Ask? You look like you've seen a ghost," Mom tried to keep her tone light, but her eyes betrayed her worry.
She worried about me a lot; ever since Aidan and Dad died, it was just about all she could do. Not that she wasn't worrying for no reason; Aidan was my big brother by two years and we were really close. After the car accident that took their lives, Ciara and I became more like friends than mother and daughter.
"Nah, I'm fine, Mom. I'm just tired still," I said, brushing off the feeling that she was close to being right.
"Go lay down, I'll take care of the boys. Sound good?"
"Yeah, but I can take care of Finian; don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. After he ears, I'm gonna take him back to my cottage. If that's okay, of course," I caught the look she gave me before I finished.
Nodding, she turned back to her work and I went to rub down Finian. "Don't forget to feed yourself, too, Ashling," she yelled from the stall. I rolled my eyes. I'd been eating regularly for eight months, but she still worried.
After a speedy breadfast, I packed a backpack and headed back out. I had my knife, a camera, food, clothes, a flashlight, and anything else I could think of. I saddled Finian for the second time and made a more leisurely venture to the cottage.
Everything was just as I left it earlier that morning, but as soon as I walked in, the hair on my arms stood up and a shiver ran down my spine. Sighing, I started picking up the mess that lay in front of me.
My mind was made up by the time I was done cleaning; I was going to stay the night and see if anyone ame. I spend the remainder of the day gathering firewood and other small tasks of the same sort. When Finian got resetless, I let him roam around, knowing he'd always come back to me.
At dusk, I cooked a small meal and stirred the fire until it was roaring. I fell asleep at some point and woke to find the fire fading. Coming to my senses, I hear the sound that must have woken me up: a scratching at the door.
I rubbed my eyes and pulled my knife out of my pocket before going to the door.
It slid in the door, swift as a falling star. I didn't hav e achance to stop it. Turning around, I faced the wolf of my nightmarish dream. He was bigger than a normal wolf, and his fur was so black, it was like he was a demon of the night.
And I ran. And he snapped at my heals.
My nightmare was a reality, but I wasn't thinking of that; I was thinking of getting out of the woods. I knew the forest by heart, but we were no longer in the woods of my home. It was an unknown place, a foreign land.
After a time, the wolf made one final snap at my bare feet and I stumbled into a clearing. Just like in my dream, I gasped. They were everywhere, making their own soft light that accented the shimmery light of the full moon.
As I was rubbing my eyes, another flash took over the area. This was a light as blinding as turning on lights after being in total darkness. There he was before me, exactly as he should be: perfect skin, raven hair, silver eyes, and the stars.
From there, the dream changed. Me fainting hadn't been in the dream.
Okay I titled this quickly, but this is what it'll be called for now, because I'll keep going back to the wolf in the story I guess haha.
The Wolf and the Faeries
The wolf chased me through the forest, drawing closer to my heals with every step I took. Fear shot through my stomach like a bullet as the wolf drew ever closer. My feet pounded a cadence on the soft forest floor.
Pushing myself as hard as I could, I broke through a clearing and gasped at the sight. All around, faeries flew, trailed by a soft glow wherever they went. The wolf that had hearded me here now stood in front of me.
The beast began shimmering, just as the surreal beings behind him. A blinding light surrounded the wolf and he changed into the most handsome man I could ever imagine. His hair was the color of the darkest night possible and his eyes were twin silver moons, all set on flawless ivory skin and sharp, immaculate features. The only blemish on his skin was a silver star that kissed each of his temples.
Reaching out his ivory hand, he touched my cheek, so soft it was a gossamer kiss.
'Ashling.'
The faerie court melted away.
And I awoke. For the thrid night in a row, the dream haunted me, never changing. The wolf-faery was like a lost old friend whose name I couldn't quite recall, though my heart ached to remember.
Rubbing the sleep from my fyes, I sat up and saw that the sun was just beginning to rise. I threw on the jeans I had stripped off the night before and a pair of brown leather boots that were by my bed, going outside to greet the cool morning.
There was a whinny when I opened the barn doors; Finian, my gray Arabian, was waiting for me to let him out of his stall. "Hey, Smartie Pants. Patience, Finian!" I laughed, watching him push his nose against the door.
Ten minutes later, we were riding the hills together, racing the wind as we made our way to my favorite part of our spacious Minnesotan property: the house in the woods.
It wasn't much, but it seemed enchanted. The roof was partially caved in-- something I planned on fixing-- and stones were falling off the chimney. I had spent a couple weeks cleaning up the inside of the cottage and now was there every chance I got, which was uite often since school was out.
Dismounting, I tied Finian to a tree and went inside the little home. Opening the disheveled door, I was surprised by what I saw; the place looked like it had been ransacked. The organized shelves of food I'd brought had been thrown to the floor, the empty bookshelf laying flat on the ground. Ash had been swept from the hearth, as if whoever had been there searched everywhere before they left.
"Hope you found what you were looking for," I mumbled angrily.
Ashling
I jumped. Hearing things wasn't good. I made my way outside quickly, untying Finian and galloping home. Oh, I would come back, but only when I was prepared for whatever was to come...
Ciara, my mom, was in the barn when I got home. "Shirking on your duties again, Ashling?" She said as she cleaned out her horses stall. As I walked by Smartie Pants, I patted his rump and poked my head in his stall, where Mom was working.
As soon as she turned, I knew I looked bad. Coming over to where I stood, mom pulled a twig out of my hair. "Everything okay, Ask? You look like you've seen a ghost," Mom tried to keep her tone light, but her eyes betrayed her worry.
She worried about me a lot; ever since Aidan and Dad died, it was just about all she could do. Not that she wasn't worrying for no reason; Aidan was my big brother by two years and we were really close. After the car accident that took their lives, Ciara and I became more like friends than mother and daughter.
"Nah, I'm fine, Mom. I'm just tired still," I said, brushing off the feeling that she was close to being right.
"Go lay down, I'll take care of the boys. Sound good?"
"Yeah, but I can take care of Finian; don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. After he ears, I'm gonna take him back to my cottage. If that's okay, of course," I caught the look she gave me before I finished.
Nodding, she turned back to her work and I went to rub down Finian. "Don't forget to feed yourself, too, Ashling," she yelled from the stall. I rolled my eyes. I'd been eating regularly for eight months, but she still worried.
After a speedy breadfast, I packed a backpack and headed back out. I had my knife, a camera, food, clothes, a flashlight, and anything else I could think of. I saddled Finian for the second time and made a more leisurely venture to the cottage.
Everything was just as I left it earlier that morning, but as soon as I walked in, the hair on my arms stood up and a shiver ran down my spine. Sighing, I started picking up the mess that lay in front of me.
My mind was made up by the time I was done cleaning; I was going to stay the night and see if anyone ame. I spend the remainder of the day gathering firewood and other small tasks of the same sort. When Finian got resetless, I let him roam around, knowing he'd always come back to me.
At dusk, I cooked a small meal and stirred the fire until it was roaring. I fell asleep at some point and woke to find the fire fading. Coming to my senses, I hear the sound that must have woken me up: a scratching at the door.
I rubbed my eyes and pulled my knife out of my pocket before going to the door.
It slid in the door, swift as a falling star. I didn't hav e achance to stop it. Turning around, I faced the wolf of my nightmarish dream. He was bigger than a normal wolf, and his fur was so black, it was like he was a demon of the night.
And I ran. And he snapped at my heals.
My nightmare was a reality, but I wasn't thinking of that; I was thinking of getting out of the woods. I knew the forest by heart, but we were no longer in the woods of my home. It was an unknown place, a foreign land.
After a time, the wolf made one final snap at my bare feet and I stumbled into a clearing. Just like in my dream, I gasped. They were everywhere, making their own soft light that accented the shimmery light of the full moon.
As I was rubbing my eyes, another flash took over the area. This was a light as blinding as turning on lights after being in total darkness. There he was before me, exactly as he should be: perfect skin, raven hair, silver eyes, and the stars.
From there, the dream changed. Me fainting hadn't been in the dream.
I read the whole thing, quite a feat. 
