© Natalie’s breaths came in gasps as she ran with all her strength, past the first trees of the forest. Ignoring the branches that scratched at her face, she continued with cuts along her cheeks and arms. Blood slowly crept from her small wounds, yet she was determined to find her horse. She had to find Duchess, before the dragons did. Unaware of her surroundings as she ran blinded by shear determination, she found herself falling as her foot was caught on an ugly, moss-covered log. She sprawled over the small log before her, and hit her head on a flat stone. Her world began to spin and fade just before it all went black.
Archive for month: December, 2006
© Natalie grasped her horse’s neck tightly as she took in the horrific scene around her. Duchess became uneasy and broke free of her owner’s embrace to neigh loudly as she rose onto her back legs. She kicked her strong, front legs wildly as Natalie tried to regain control over her horse. Keeping her distance, she felt the fear within the atmosphere and could sense Duchess was troubled. She could see the deep fear within her sparkling, blue eyes. “Duchess, what is it? What is it, girl?” she cried out reaching for the reigns that were whipping around wildly. Duchess quickly turned and bolted down the dirty, cobblestone path out of the destroyed village leaving Natalie to run after the mare. She was unable to keep up with Duchess’s incredible speed as she yelled out in despair with her arms outstretched, “Wait, Duchess! Come back! Where are you going? What’s wrong?”
Her attention was quickly averted when she heard a deafening roar from the skies above her. She glanced to the dark horizon behind her and was suddenly filled with fear as her breathing seemed to stop and her heartbeat skipped a beat. A large swarm of dragons was flying towards the village from the distance. Their silhouettes littered the sky, as their numbers were high. Natalie slowly began to back away, still in awe from the sight of so many ferocious beasts. Dragons were never known to hunt or travel in groups. They were solitary creatures and they preferred to be alone. Why were there so many of them?
© From a few people asking me to run, I have decided that I shall. Thanks Mr. Gifford for persuading me. 🙂
I think that I would make an excellent choice for a Magic Pens officer as I’m on Magic Pens every day and have attended every meeting so far. I will continue to write a review of every meeting I attend for those who did not attend.
With a Blogline account set up, I’m aware the second that a new post is put out which would help me read posts as soon as possible. I check everybody’s blogs everyday and I try to read as many of everybody’s stories that I can. Everytime I read a story, I also comment on it giving tips, errors I’ve found, and my favorites, etc.
As a writer on Magic Pens, I try to keep up with our goals and I write almost every day. I’ve posted many posts, and I try to post at least two to three every week. I’ve drawn many different T-Shirt design ideas, and have looked at all of the other ideas for our hoodies. I’ve recruited a new member, and I speak with members that have not posted for a while, in person, to remind them that their blog still exists. I’ll also help people change the appearance of their blogs.
Please vote for me!
This week from November 26 to December 2, 2006 I’ve written approximately 2,330 words on Magic Pens and finished reading the last half of Silas Marner written by George Eliot.
I’ve also written over 40 posts!
“Petra! Papa, Petra is the place that we are to travel to! We must leave now!” I argued. “He came to me once more! The angel, sent by God, appeared in my dream again last night!
“Is this the truth, my Namir?” he asked, not convinced.
© It came to me in a dream as its magnificent glory stunned me. Why had this marvelous being chosen me? I was of no importance. I was just a poor young man of about ten and seven living with my mother and father in the small village of Ibleen. My family had been one of the lucky few that had survived the first few attacks from the invading Qurks. They had come before, stealing people to mine for copper and leaving us to wait for our chosen date in fear. The life had been drained from my village and the small roads lay still and quiet. We sat waiting, unsure of what to do or where to go. There was nowhere for us to go. Ibleen was located near a small oasis out in the Jordan Desert, and there is no civilization or water for miles around. We were trapped there to wait for the end…