Monday, August 9, 2010
Ok, Anberlin is AMAZING! How else do you explain lyrics like "I want to be your last first kiss" and "Old enough to know but too young to care" ?!? Not to mention how catchy ALL of their songs are. I randomly catch myself singing Haight Street, and Godspeed, and Breaking, just to name a few. They're very good, and I'm hoping my band might live up to theirs some day. I really do.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
First Chapter Of My Greatest Book Yet!!!!!
Ok, I know it's random on here, and I know this sounds like a last chapter, but this is the first chapter to my most recent book, the third in a trilogy that is nearly done and ready to publish. I hope you like!!!!!!!
THE FINALE chapter one
I frowned at myself. Forty years old, and I din't look a day past twenty-two. I studied myself carefully, taking in every detail. Even after all these years, it was still rather hard to beleive.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. As I turned back to myself, Stephen wrapped his arms around me. He still looked barely older than I did, at nearly fifty-one, a rather large difference, he still looked young. His hair fell into his eyes and he smiled at me.
I smiled back. Despite the fact that we looked like a new couple, we had been together for twenty years. And in those twenty years we had been through so much. We had fought side by side in countless battles, and won. We got married in secret, and we had six kids of our own.
At the thought of the kids, I choked up. Holding back the tears, I let Stephen pull me away from the mirror. He pulled me over to the bed and sat down. I slowly sat down beside him and looked up at his face. Just looking at him, I knew he knew about what I was thinking. He had seen, and he was wondering the same thing.
I chewed my lip and he took my hand. The silence was heavy, but neither of us dared to speak. We both just wanted to know when they were coming home.
In their absence of nearly six years, Stephen and I had sat and hoped, day after day, that the war would end so that they could come back. We could vaguely remember watching them grow up, but that wasn't enough to satisfy us.
Our oldest would be twenty within the next week, and for all we knew, they had children. We already knew that Raine and Cassandra did, but they were only one of ours. I missed them all, and it broke my heart to be without them for so long. especially because some of them were so young when they left.
Delilah and Adalade were only four when they were sent, but we had to keep them safe, so we let them go. One by one, and in some cases, two by two, we watched them leave, all the while wishing with all of our hearts that they didn't have to go...
Stephen broke into my thoughts. I looked up and across the room and saw a teenage girl. She had wings as black as night, long brown hair, and the bluest eyes. And in her right hand, she clutched a well worn teddy bear, that I remembered quite clearly...
The tears in my eyes became one, and the tears rolled down my cheeks. The girl looked at us together, then one at a time. She dropped the bear, without realizing it, and she made no effort to pick it up as the emotion built on her face.
"Daddy!" She exclaimed, as if she were seven once again. In one huge leaping bound, she ran across the room and pushed herself as close in between us as she could. She whispered, as quietly as she had appeared, "I love you guys..."
The tears began to flow freely. I couldn't contain them anymore. The girl that was sitting here, wedged in between us, was Sophia. She was raised all her life by Aaron, and she thought that we hated her. And she hated us for that.
But in truth we loved her more than words could express, and that's why Aaron raised her. We would have rather her be raised by a freind than to have gotten hurt or worse out on the battlefield.
But sitting there, she knew. She knew how much we had cared from the very beginning. How hard it was for us to let her go, and how hard it was to have her dislike us so. She knew, and in the few seconds that had elapsed, she had apologized for her mistakes, and forgiven us for ours, just by being there.
So I cried, knowing that she loved us, and knowing that our other kids would be back soon, and we would all be together for truly the first time ever.
THE FINALE chapter one
I frowned at myself. Forty years old, and I din't look a day past twenty-two. I studied myself carefully, taking in every detail. Even after all these years, it was still rather hard to beleive.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. As I turned back to myself, Stephen wrapped his arms around me. He still looked barely older than I did, at nearly fifty-one, a rather large difference, he still looked young. His hair fell into his eyes and he smiled at me.
I smiled back. Despite the fact that we looked like a new couple, we had been together for twenty years. And in those twenty years we had been through so much. We had fought side by side in countless battles, and won. We got married in secret, and we had six kids of our own.
At the thought of the kids, I choked up. Holding back the tears, I let Stephen pull me away from the mirror. He pulled me over to the bed and sat down. I slowly sat down beside him and looked up at his face. Just looking at him, I knew he knew about what I was thinking. He had seen, and he was wondering the same thing.
I chewed my lip and he took my hand. The silence was heavy, but neither of us dared to speak. We both just wanted to know when they were coming home.
In their absence of nearly six years, Stephen and I had sat and hoped, day after day, that the war would end so that they could come back. We could vaguely remember watching them grow up, but that wasn't enough to satisfy us.
Our oldest would be twenty within the next week, and for all we knew, they had children. We already knew that Raine and Cassandra did, but they were only one of ours. I missed them all, and it broke my heart to be without them for so long. especially because some of them were so young when they left.
Delilah and Adalade were only four when they were sent, but we had to keep them safe, so we let them go. One by one, and in some cases, two by two, we watched them leave, all the while wishing with all of our hearts that they didn't have to go...
Stephen broke into my thoughts. I looked up and across the room and saw a teenage girl. She had wings as black as night, long brown hair, and the bluest eyes. And in her right hand, she clutched a well worn teddy bear, that I remembered quite clearly...
The tears in my eyes became one, and the tears rolled down my cheeks. The girl looked at us together, then one at a time. She dropped the bear, without realizing it, and she made no effort to pick it up as the emotion built on her face.
"Daddy!" She exclaimed, as if she were seven once again. In one huge leaping bound, she ran across the room and pushed herself as close in between us as she could. She whispered, as quietly as she had appeared, "I love you guys..."
The tears began to flow freely. I couldn't contain them anymore. The girl that was sitting here, wedged in between us, was Sophia. She was raised all her life by Aaron, and she thought that we hated her. And she hated us for that.
But in truth we loved her more than words could express, and that's why Aaron raised her. We would have rather her be raised by a freind than to have gotten hurt or worse out on the battlefield.
But sitting there, she knew. She knew how much we had cared from the very beginning. How hard it was for us to let her go, and how hard it was to have her dislike us so. She knew, and in the few seconds that had elapsed, she had apologized for her mistakes, and forgiven us for ours, just by being there.
So I cried, knowing that she loved us, and knowing that our other kids would be back soon, and we would all be together for truly the first time ever.
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