After a while the doctors finally seemed to get bored with me. It was evident I wasn’t going to die any second and although my brain had been ‘severely damaged’ I seemed to be healing up all right. But nothing the doctors could do could explain why my vision held the aura of a dream, why my dreams where so disturbed, and why my eyes where gradually growing paler. My once brown eyes where fading and turning slightly greyer.
But I was alive. Alive and getting better. I could almost walk, and my ribs where healing extremely fast. Amazing said the doctors, a miracle said my mum, annoying and down right boring, said I. As much as I revelled in the no-school schedule I was getting just a bit bored of sitting in bed all day. The highlight of my life was trying to walk; my left leg had also healed at an ‘extraordinary’ rate, which had delighted the doctors, who thought I must be some sort of superhuman. Which I’m not. I’m just plain old me, as they soon discovered.
So anyway back to me trying, rather pathetically, to walk. I grabbed the rail on the bed I lay on and heaved myself up. Since my ribs no longer where a problem and so I was free to move around as much as I liked. I then planted my feet, rather awkwardly on the floor and looked around the room. I’d never get used to the bright new colours I could see. I could sit and marvel at them for hours; which I often did for lack of anything better to do.
I then pushed my self upright, forcing my weight onto my legs. I hissed through my teeth as my legs buckled and I fell to the floor, my, good un- pain-killered, knee quickly bruising on the solid floor. I pulled it up to my chest and gazed angrily at the bright purple that spread to cover my knee. I glared at it, it looked so ugly, anyway weren’t bruises meant to appear gradually as opposed to instantly? Oh well.
My attempt to walk thwarted I struggled back into the bed and sighed. Colour spotting it was then.
I'll right more ASAP
Yours Forever
-Sky
Friday 5 December 2008
Tuesday 2 December 2008
Story6 is it? 7? :S
That night my dreams where bright and confusing, colours whirled by me and I couldn’t make out anything. Then I dreamed of the crash, the bus drivers face glaring at me furiously… his finger pointing at me in a condemning manner. I woke up screaming. The doctors where at my side in a second asking what was wrong.
I simply bit my lip and answered “Nothing just a bad dream…” I shivered and tried to go back to sleep, but it was a restless and uneasy sleep. When I finally woke in the morning I was tired and grumpy. The pain killers where wearing off and my legs stung. When they finally returned they gave me some more painkillers.
And so the routine for the next weeks of my life was set.
Eat, sleep, wake up screaming, sleep, wake up tired, eat, get medicine, sleep.
Yours Forever
-Sky
I simply bit my lip and answered “Nothing just a bad dream…” I shivered and tried to go back to sleep, but it was a restless and uneasy sleep. When I finally woke in the morning I was tired and grumpy. The pain killers where wearing off and my legs stung. When they finally returned they gave me some more painkillers.
And so the routine for the next weeks of my life was set.
Eat, sleep, wake up screaming, sleep, wake up tired, eat, get medicine, sleep.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Monday 24 November 2008
Rightio... Story 5
Well, i haven't written my story, not the history project one for a while so here's the latest part...
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The room was bright, like most hospital rooms, but the light was unusual; too bright. I stared around the room, there was something odd about the quality of light, it bounced of the walls, and off of the people standing around me. So that the edges of my vision was blurred in a white haze. I also couldn’t make out who the people standing around me were.
The lighting was like the way I viewed dreams, not quite real, not quite defined. But then again, my vision was probably impaired by the pain, blinding white pain, residing inside me, held off by quickly disappearing pain killers. Just then two people entered the room.
Someone spoke, but the noise didn’t make sense to me, I was too busy staring at the bright lights shining on the people who’d entered. They spoke again, I frowned the noise was annoying, almost painful. Too loud, it vibrated in my ears. I remembered they’d brought me water.
“Water!” I gasped, they turned to me, and someone held a shining white cylinder to me. I took it and gulped down the cool substance thankfully. The other people where talking again, I strained my ears to make sense of the sounds. I closed my eyes and it helped.
“How is she doctor?” A high voice asked, it was familiar, like the voice of my mum…
“Well it all depends on her, she suffered some serious injuries. Three of her ribs are broken, her right leg was crushed, and her brain was seriously damaged. We fixed her ribs and put a splint on her leg, but the part of her mid that was hurt… Well no ones ever had such serious damage and lived before. It’s a miracle she can even breathe, let alone ask for water.”
“What do you mean?”
“The part of her brain that controls her organs, her sight, speech and senses was seriously damaged. Leaving her with only the usually unused part of the brain intact.”
“Oh.”
Oh indeed. I couldn’t believe that I could be that hurt, how was I thinking now? How was I alive? Was it a miracle? How could this be happening to me? Me? It always happens to someone else, I’d never expected that I’d be the one sitting in hospital, my life hanging on how strong I was. But I had to be strong enough. I had to.
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That's all for now
Yours Forever
-Sky
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The room was bright, like most hospital rooms, but the light was unusual; too bright. I stared around the room, there was something odd about the quality of light, it bounced of the walls, and off of the people standing around me. So that the edges of my vision was blurred in a white haze. I also couldn’t make out who the people standing around me were.
The lighting was like the way I viewed dreams, not quite real, not quite defined. But then again, my vision was probably impaired by the pain, blinding white pain, residing inside me, held off by quickly disappearing pain killers. Just then two people entered the room.
Someone spoke, but the noise didn’t make sense to me, I was too busy staring at the bright lights shining on the people who’d entered. They spoke again, I frowned the noise was annoying, almost painful. Too loud, it vibrated in my ears. I remembered they’d brought me water.
“Water!” I gasped, they turned to me, and someone held a shining white cylinder to me. I took it and gulped down the cool substance thankfully. The other people where talking again, I strained my ears to make sense of the sounds. I closed my eyes and it helped.
“How is she doctor?” A high voice asked, it was familiar, like the voice of my mum…
“Well it all depends on her, she suffered some serious injuries. Three of her ribs are broken, her right leg was crushed, and her brain was seriously damaged. We fixed her ribs and put a splint on her leg, but the part of her mid that was hurt… Well no ones ever had such serious damage and lived before. It’s a miracle she can even breathe, let alone ask for water.”
“What do you mean?”
“The part of her brain that controls her organs, her sight, speech and senses was seriously damaged. Leaving her with only the usually unused part of the brain intact.”
“Oh.”
Oh indeed. I couldn’t believe that I could be that hurt, how was I thinking now? How was I alive? Was it a miracle? How could this be happening to me? Me? It always happens to someone else, I’d never expected that I’d be the one sitting in hospital, my life hanging on how strong I was. But I had to be strong enough. I had to.
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That's all for now
Yours Forever
-Sky
Sunday 16 November 2008
I'm obsessed...
No not with Drawing!
Or writing!
Or randomly laughing!
Okay maybe i am, but u already knew that( er meybe not the laughing but....)
No what i mean is i'm newly obsessed with....
http://freerice.com/
Check it out it really rocks.
And with trhe piano.
Yes i'm obsessed with the piano.
I'v been drawing pictures of random people playing the piano
I've been writing peotry about pianos
I've been sneaking into the music block after school to play on the pianos for 2 hours after school every day!
I'm obsessed.
All i talk about is the paino.
So there u go.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Or writing!
Or randomly laughing!
Okay maybe i am, but u already knew that( er meybe not the laughing but....)
No what i mean is i'm newly obsessed with....
http://freerice.com/
Check it out it really rocks.
And with trhe piano.
Yes i'm obsessed with the piano.
I'v been drawing pictures of random people playing the piano
I've been writing peotry about pianos
I've been sneaking into the music block after school to play on the pianos for 2 hours after school every day!
I'm obsessed.
All i talk about is the paino.
So there u go.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Friday 14 November 2008
The rest of my story
Far away in distance dawns,
Summer falls,
Winter comes.
Like a spark the sky can light,
Colours fly,
Until the rise of night.
Cold,
Cold and bitter,
Snow,
*Snow ball fights yay!* (hehe oops, um ignore that....)
Urgh!
Lost it.
Had the poem going quite well though.
Ah well maybe another time.
Here's the story....
Prologue
The questioner sat back in his chair and stared at the woman clad in black, she glared at him as her sister wept on her shoulder. Jane Verney, wife of Sir Edmund Verney had refused to give him any information on her husband’s whereabouts. She’d also stopped her sister, Anne Verney, from answering their questions; the poor woman was reduced to tears in her sister’s shoulders.
“I am deeply sorry that you can not help us m’am,” Said the questioner, feeling deeply sorry. This was going too far, the war should be won on the battle field, not by questioning women and children. “I am forced to bring questioning to your children; bring them in.”
The woman and her sister fell back into the doorway, as the guard brought in the two children. Both looked roughly sixteen. As soon as they entered the room the boy stepped forwards, leaving his sister behind him.
“So, Mr Verney, I have some questions to ask you, first what is your age?”
“Fifteen.” The boy answered, but he answered not in that of a boy, but in a manner of a man.
“Your name?”
“Edward Verney.”
“Your sister’s?”
The girl took a step forward; the guard followed her, keeping an arm around her shoulders, in an almost patronizing way.
“Bethany Verney,” She answered, her tone also surprised him for it held the sureness and certainty of a true gentleman’s.
“Your age child?”
“Fifteen.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I can guess,” She said coldly.
“You’re father is with the King.”
“Yes.” The boy answered this time.
“May I ask what you think of this.”
“My father is a clever and loyal man; that loyalty was to his life long friend; the King, although he may not agree with the King, he chose to help his friend. I think the King is a fool and a scut, who’s ruining the country. But I have not a word against my father.”
“And you Miss Verney?”
“My thoughts are the same.”
“We are with Parliament.”
“We noticed.” The boy said, nodding at the guard, clad in his Roundhead soberness.
“So naturally we are enemies.”
“I would think so; however I have no wish of fighting you.” The boy said.
“Why would you indeed? You are outnumbered.”
The girl laughed bitterly.
“You are mistaken my dear sir.”
“I am?”
“Edward and I could beat you with our eyes closed.”
“You fight?”
“I thought you would have realised that, given the nature of how you found us.”
“Indeed,” The questioner said, “But if you can beat us so, why do you stand there talking?”
“As Edward said, we have no wish of fighting you. We wish to choose a side, for we have realised that this war is too dangerous for us to remain neutral. Our older brother Ralph is with you, as we should be, but we want to consider the King’s side also, for we are no fools.” The girl smiled sadly at them.
“You think you’re here on your terms?”
“I know we’re here on our terms. We could have fled the field; we’d beaten your men. But instead we allowed ourselves to be escorted here.” The girl said.
“Well, I was under the impression you were here to be questioned by me.”
“Yes, we also have a question for you though.” The boy nodded at his sister.
“‘I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl sighed, “My father wrote so in a letter to us.”
“So now I ask you, why should we fight for you when our loyalty lies with the king?”
“But you are too young to fight!”
“Yes, you would think so, however we have fought, and although we don’t intend to fight in any more wars, we wish to choose a side to support and help.”
“Well Parliament is stronger and we are right, so naturally we shall win.”
“‘And choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl said mournfully.
“Please!” Cried the questioner, “Let me ask you my question!”
“Ask away sir.” The boy said.
“Is your uncle fighting for the King?”
“No Parliament.”
“And when did you last see your father?”
Chapter 1
Bethany
It was dawn. The sun’s golden rays crept through the dark gardens, reflecting off the fresh morning dew and spider webs. The roses gleamed red, the water droplets on their delicate petals glowing in the early morning light. A lark sang his mournful tune, until he was joined by another bird, and another. They chatted and sang and welcomed the new day.
Dawn was my favourite time of day. No one but the servants were awake, so I wouldn’t be missed. The best place to view the rising of the sun was on top of the bell tower; but since it was locked and very hard to climb to I couldn’t go there. Instead I had to make do with the roof of our estate.
I was risking a lot by being here. Not only was I sitting on the roof of one of the most expensive and important buildings in England, I was disobeying my father. My father has a dreadful temper. He is one of the king’s closest friends and supporters. He’s one of the richest men in England. And so I, his daughter, am expected to be a proper lady, who will marry a rich nobleman and bear many heirs.
As if.
I might have grown up to be a lady who sits at home and looks after her husband. If only I didn’t have a twin brother; Edward. Edward is everything a man should be, handsome, intelligent and strong. He enjoys hunting, riding, fighting and is quick witted. My father’s so proud. How does this affect me?
When we were younger we’d play together, the only children in a large household; though we’re still ‘children’ now I suppose, just not young children. He soon discovered that I was a good fighter, a trusty friend and an excellent playmate. Together we’d climb the trees’ in the gardens, have sword fights using sticks and go riding around the grounds.
My father was furious of course, a young girl, climbing trees! Ruining her dresses! Riding horses like a man! Fighting, and beating I should add; though he’d never admit it, his son and heir! So I was forbidden to climb, fight or ride ever again. Naturally I rebelled and did all of them anyway, with the help of Edward. Only now, I had to be more careful.
I’m easily recognised; a fifteen year old girl, with flaming red hair and ‘intense’ blue eyes. My features didn’t help much. I said my brother was handsome; well he’s a part of me, my other half. In more ways than one; we both got our fathers strong looks, not to mention his strong will. I had strong cheekbones and a high neck.
Unfortunately, I also got my mother’s beauty. I have her red hair and pale skin. I have her soft nose and perfect lips. The combination of my parent’s appearances resulted in me looking like ‘a unique beauty’. My uncle, another powerful and important man, on first seeing me exclaimed; ‘By the gods George! You have an angel in your hands!’
My parents are extremely pleased with my ‘beauty’; it’s guaranteed to get me a good husband. Ugh. I’d trade anything to be someone else.
But as I was saying, I’m easily recognised. So in order to get out by myself I had to dress as a servant. I dress in simple trousers and use a rope for a belt; I wear a small blouse and a jacket. My hair’s stuffed into a hat. I go about barefoot; mainly because I’ve yet to find suitable shoes.
A bit of mud and I can pass as a man.
That’s another problem. Women aren’t allowed to dress as men. I’d be severely punished if my father ever found out. Edward; the traitor, disapproved of me climbing up here every morning dressed as a man. So he wouldn’t come up here with me. As we get older Edward get’s more and more like our father. He’s intensely into politics and has started to show signs of wanting me to be more of a lady. Fortunately, I’m his favourite sparring partner so he won’t tell on me.
So here I sat, breaking every rule my father enforced, breaking quite a few laws as well. Just to see the sun rising, just to be alone, just to be free of everything happening below me. I sat waiting for the church bell to ring, telling me it was getting late.
Then the bell did ring, but not how I expected it to; the usual way it rang was once in the morning, to hold the morning communion; to pray to God and thank him for the new day. Once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. This time when the bell rang, it didn’t stop ringing. Which meant only one thing. Someone had died, someone very important had died.
Chapter 2
Edward
I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. I kept my head bent down, looking at the floor as I ran. I jumped over potholes and dogged between people in my path. I breathed raggedly and finally jogged to a stop outside the church. The bell was still ringing. I started to jog up the path when a young boy wearing servant’s clothes ran up next to me.
“Beth!” I hissed, grabbing her by the arm.
“Edward?” She gasped as I pulled her back.
I grabbed her and pulled her behind a tree, what was she doing? Did she want to get arrested? “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
“The same thing as you.” She snapped, glaring defiantly at me, I sighed, I knew that look, it was awfully like the one I used when I was going to have the last word. I sighed again, she was stubborn as hell, and I loved her for it, my sister, my twin.
“Beth, you have to get out of those clothes.”
“I want to know who died.” Of course she did, I did myself; our thoughts were often the same, and so I knew she wouldn’t give up until she knew who’d died.
“Beth, I’ll go in and find out. You go get changed, I’ll tell you, promise.” Knowing Beth she wouldn’t like that.
“I want to hear it for myself.” I knew her too well.
“Beth.” I groaned.
Just then the bell stopped ringing. We looked at each other in shock, then in unison we turned and ran towards the church. I couldn’t quite see her beside me but I felt her. I knew she was there, on my left, always at my back.
We flew into the church together, scattering quite a few people as we came in.
“Who is it?” Demanded Beth.
“Who is it?” I demanded.
Together we asked, “Who died?”
The man turned around and looked at us both.
“No one has died.” He said. He wasn’t our normal priest. He was dressed in white, he had on a golden pendant and rings coated his fingers, he was bulkier than Father John, and was very clearly not Father John. But as I looked around the church I noticed the obvious difference and groaned. I felt Beth tense beside me.
The priest’s lavish clothes, the churches new décor, it could only mean one thing.
“He didn’t.” She groaned.
“He did.” I muttered; an empty feeling started to consume me. He’d done it. Father had chosen his side. We’d been stalling as long as possible to try and see which side would be best to fight for. Personally I thought that Parliament had it right, our King was a vain sour-faced scut. However it was evident who father had wanted to support. He’d obviously made the decision to make it official.
It wasn’t surprising really; King Charles was one of Father’s closest friends. The only thing that had made him hesitate was common sense, being a politician he’d obviously realised how dangerous choosing Charles would be. That was all thrown out the window now, Father had chosen Charles and we’d have to live with it.
I heard Beth curse under her breath next to me.
“Why did you ring the bell if no one died?” I didn’t really care, the fact Father had finally made up his mind, and not told me was much more important.
“To celebrate the coming of the King,” He said in obvious surprise that we hadn’t realised this was the reason.
Beth choked and started coughing loudly to try and regain her breath.
“The King?” She squeaked, looking up with a look of absolute horror. Ah yes, Beth strongly agreed with me on the fact that the King shouldn’t be King. She didn’t like the way he was running the country, she’s surprisingly good with politics, for a girl anyway.
“Coming here?” She whispered.
“When?” I hissed, surprised that my voice resembled hers so much; hollow and raspy.
“Why he’s entering town right now,” Said the new Priest, sounding happy about it. Well whippy doo for him.
“Now?” Hissed Beth.
“Now.” He beamed.
I had turned and was running through the door as fast as I could, I had to find father! What I would do I didn’t know, but I had to do something! The King was coming here, had come here! Father hadn’t told me. The change in the church had happened today. It wouldn’t be the first change, and unless I did something soon all hope would be lost.
“Beth you have to get changed!” I yelled, she was running right beside me, she was a faster runner than me, she amazes me sometimes, so I knew she was deliberately keeping pace with me.
“There’s no time!” She shrieked back.
“For God’s sake! If Father sees you, if the King sees you you’ll be dead, worse than dead, Beth go get changed!”
She glared at me.
“Beth, please!” She was stubborn but she knew what would happen to us if the King found out. She’d go get changed.
“Don’t do anything without me.” She frowned slightly then sped up remarkably; how she managed it I have no idea, I was running my fastest… at that pace she’d reach the ‘house’ before me.
Chapter 3
Bethany
I ran as fast as I could, I reached home in record timing and began sprinting through endless corridors, why did this place have to be so big! I finally reached my rooms and bolted in to find my maidservant Anne cleaning my room. She turned and stared at me, “Can I help you?” She asked.
Oh distempered dog-hearted clotpoles.
“The master wishes to see you,” I said, lowering my voice so that she I didn’t sound like a girl so much.
“Sir Verney? Why?” She simpered.
I coughed like I’d seen Edward cough, “Not my business to say, m’am.” I added for extra benefit, I’d never called anyone, let alone a servant m’am before, hah my father’d have a fit!
“Go tell him I’m unavailable, that I’ll be with him as soon as I can.” She said in a flustered voice.
“But m’am…”
“Go!”
I turned and ran around the corner, I then watched her run out of my room and down into the servants quarters.
Voices from behind me made me turn and I gasped in shock, my father was walking up the hall. With him was a man clad in royalist clothes, he wasn’t the king but he was clearly with him. I strained my ears and heard my father say; “Yes, she’s usually up by now, I’m sure Charles will love her…”
Her. Her could only mean one person. Me.
I ran into my room, locking the door and hurriedly started undressing, curse it! Where had I put my blue dress! It was the only one I liked; it was simple and didn’t show off my figure. I couldn’t find it and I could hear my father’s voice approaching my room. I grabbed a rich, not to mention heavy, yellow dress, I managed to pull it on and I sprinted, as well as I could in this thing, to my mirror. I stared at my dirty and dishevelled hair. I washed my face until my cheeks were red and then started pulling the comb through my hair.
Two knocks on my door, made me pause a second before I started brushing my hair at an even faster pace.
“Bethany?” Father called.
“Yes father?” I called back, my voice almost breaking.
“Come out dear, we have guests.”
“I know,” I muttered under my breath. “Coming!” I cried, pining my hair up, some of it fell down again and I groaned, I grabbed a yellow ribbon and tied it over the pin. I stared at my reflection; a strikingly beautiful girl stared back. I sighed unhappily. My mussed hair actually made my features look even better. Great. This was going to be horrible.
“Bethany-” My father began again, but I pulled the door open.
“Father,” I said, curtseying and bowing my head, before I looked up again.
“Beth, this is Prince Rupert, he is here escorting the King.”
“Sir,” I said holding out my hand, he looked shocked but quickly recovered, bending to kiss my hand and then turned to my father. My father shot a pleased glance at me, he obviously thought, I’d wanted Prince what’s his name to kiss my hand, ew. I’d meant for him to shake it.
“Edmund, your daughter is beautiful, and a proper lady at that,” He nodded at me, “Shall we proceed to the gates, I do believe Charles will be arriving soon.”
“Yes lets,” Father glared at me meaningfully, I scowled at him, but then said, in my best ‘lady’ voice (which was actually very good) “Of coarse, sorry to have delayed you.”
“No problem milady.” Said the Prince. Hmph, Milady. Hah, if only they’d seen my five minutes ago.
Father, seeing my reluctance to go, grabbed my arm and dragged my along beside him, I scowled horribly at him and he smiled knowingly back. My father knew me almost as well as Edward did. The almost being he didn’t know I ran around pretending to be a male servant.
We entered the hall, just as Edward did; he sprinted in, paused for a second, looked at me frantically and saw how father had trapped me by holding my arm. He saw we had ‘company’ and straightened, he then walked swiftly to father.
“Father.” He said stiffly.
“Ah you must be Edward, your father speaks of you often, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
I gagged, as I tried to repress giggles, I could imagine how Edward would respond to that; an absolute stranger, clad in royalist clothes, saying it was a pleasure to meet him. Pleasure!
“Pleasure.” Muttered Edward, glaring at me as I shook with silent laughter.
“Yes I’m sure Edward’s absolutely delighted with your visit.” I sniggered.
“Come on Beth,” Edward said, taking my arm and pulling me out of my fathers grasp, into his equally strong one.
“Aw, but you haven’t met Prince Rupert…”
He squeezed my arm meaningfully and I turned to him, ‘Ow’ I mouthed. He rolled his eyes at me and pulled me to the other end of the hall; which was suddenly crowded with people.
“Any news?” He said; he didn’t need to lower his voice; the noise in the room was such that we wouldn’t be overheard.
“Well, Prince Rupert’s clearly with Charles, so’s father clearly. …”
“But I don’t see why he’d want to join so suddenly… maybe the King forced him to?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past the King.” He said ‘the king’ like a curse.
Chapter 4
Edward
Before I had time to ask Beth any further questions, trumpets rose outside of the gates. The King had arrived. I looked at Beth and she looked back, her eyes tight with fear. She took a step closer to me and laced her fingers through mine, “This is it,” She murmured to me. I squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“No going back now.” I muttered back.
The King made a grand entrance, a couple of pages ran in to hold the doors and make way. He then followed, flanked by two Noblemen, the rest of his Gentry followed behind him. He wore a feathered hat, its white plume curling over the brim. His hair lay on his shoulders, his moustached cut short as was the fashion. He wore a metal collar, with lace hanging over it, his cloak hanging casually from his shoulders. A blue stripe ran across his chest, his sleeves where red and made of a fine material. His dark brown boots pulled up to his knees, hiding his black trousers.
“Edmund!” He boomed, prancing over to where father stood.
“Charles,” My father smiled, he turned to us and beckoned. I sighed and walked towards them, Beth right next to me.
“Sir King,” I said, bowing, Beth bowed with me.
“Edward and Bethany, finally.” The King said holding out his hand to me, I took it and felt Beth tense beside me. I shook firmly and then released the leader of Britain.
“Is Ralph here?”
“No.” Father said quickly and I stared at him, hadn’t he told him? Had he not told the King our elder brother was with Parliament?
“What a shame, I wished to meet the young man.” Evidently not.
“Well Edmund I’m afraid we can’t stay long, we’re marching to London, but there’s rumours Parliament plans to stop us, and that’s why we’re pausing, we’re hoping to restock and rest before we confront them. We don’t know where they plan to stop us, but we doubt it’s in London; it’s just London can’t afford a siege at the moment.”
“Indeed they can’t, I’m glad I can help you on your journey old friend, come I have prepared a feast for you and your men.”
I followed behind the King, sitting next to him at the table, I gestured to Beth and she sat next to Father, Mother on her other side.
“So Edward, Edmund tells me you've taken an interest in politics.”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Excellent, we need more men like your father on our side.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, yes, don’t be modest boy; I’ve heard of how good you are on the field.”
He wanted me to fight for him. Field meant battlefield.
“Uh, yes well…”
“By the Gods she’s beautiful isn’t she?”
“What?”
“Your sister Bethany.” He was staring at her, his eyes longing.
“Um yes, did you not notice earlier?”
“No I didn’t take note of her, I was paying attention to your father, but she’s an angel! Surely you see that!”
“Oh I do.” How could I not? My sister was a radiant beauty, any man could see that. But maybe it wasn’t best for her if the King saw that.
“How’s your wife?”
“Oh fine, fine…” He was still staring at Beth.
Fortunately, just then, our father called a toast.
“To Charles, may his battles, be our battles, his losses, our losses, his successes, our successes, long live the King!”
“Long live the King!” cried the rest of the room.
“Let us eat.” Said the King.
And so we ate, I listened carefully to all of the King’s conversations trying to understand what his plans were. I was paying close attention to his most recent conversation; about raising a new tax, when someone kicked me hard under the table.
“Ow!” I hissed. I looked up into Beth’s horror struck face. She stared at me with pained eyes, fear and anger and despair swirling in her eyes as she sat there open mouthed in shock.
“Father, May I be excused?” I’d finished my food.
“Of course.” He didn’t even look at me; he was so engaged in conversation with the man sitting next to him. I jumped up, walked round to the other side of the table grabbed Beth, for she seemed unable to move and dragged her into the corridor.
“Beth, what is it?” She didn’t seem to hear me; she was so lost in fear.
“Beth!” I shook her slightly and her eyes focused on me.
“H-he’s going w-with h-him.” She said, her entire frame shaking as she squeaked the words.
“What? Who’s going with who?”
Her face crumpled into a mask of despair.
“Father’s going with him. He’s following our stupid good for nothing King to war. He’s going to go fight. And he knows they’re going to lose. They can’t beat the round heads. They can’t and he’s going to be standard bearer, he won’t be able to defend himself!”
“And they’ll be aiming for him, and he’ll not be able to defend himself, and he’s going with him!”
I froze and stared at her, the same sickening fear, hatred, despair and anger running through my body.
“He can’t” I gasped.
“He’s leaving in the morning.” She whispered, tears running down her cheeks.
“But why?” I gasped; I was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
“It’s my duty.” We both turned to see father coming down the hall, he’d obviously noticed that Beth had been on the verge of breaking down.
“Father you can’t!” I cried, how could he do this to me? To Mother? To Beth? To Ralph? How could he fight against Ralph?
“I can and I will Edward. Wipe that look off your face, it is my duty and I will do it.”
“I hate you!” Screamed Beth, turning on her heels, running towards her room. I glared at father and ran after Beth.
“Beth!” I called, my vision was blurring at the edges and I was feeling awfully faint…
I entered her room and she threw herself at me, crying passionately into my shoulder.
“Why did he do it? Oh why oh why?” She sobbed.
“I don’t know.” My voice was quiet and scared.
And then something changed. Something snapped, but not inside me, inside Beth.
“I hate him!” She yelled, her voice no longer scared, but angry. “I hate the King! I hate Parliament! I hate this stupid war!” She screamed and I took a step backwards to look at her. She was still shaking, but now it seemed to be more of a cause of her rage.
And Beth in a rage was truly terrifying. Her red hair seemed to flow like fire, her eyes sparked with passionate hatred. And boy could she yell, her voice could carry over any crowd, and now she was using it at full throttle.
She paced angrily; her anger seething and I watched her. She’d only ever gotten this angry once before. When father had forbidden her to dress as a boy, climb, ride and do anything she actually enjoyed. The really terrifying thing was, I felt the same, beneath the fear and despair, and the shock was the only thing stopping me from flying into a storm like she had.
Had the King walked in now he would have been a dead man.
Chapter 5
Bethany
That night past in a blur, I eventually went to sleep, Edward left for his room around midnight. That night my sleep was deep and dreamless, by the morning a cold, hollow feeling had grown in my stomach.
I awoke just before dawn, as I always did, and was left with the knowledge my father was probably leaving right now, off to die in the King’s stupid war. And the last thing I’d said to him was ‘I hate you’.
I jumped up and ran to Edward’s room.
“Edward! Wake up!” I grabbed him and shook him until he woke up.
“Beth?” He asked.
“Father.” Was all I said but he understood. I had to find him, stop him, and say I was sorry.
“Let me get dressed.” He jumped up and began searching for clothes.
“No Edward, we have to go now, I bet they’ve already left!”
“Fine, go get the horses; I’ll be down in a moment.”
I had no time to argue with him so I fled down the corridors until I reached the stables. I got Edward’s horse out; I didn’t have my own horse so I grabbed another horse that was in the stall next to his.
I’d saddled mine and had moved onto Edward’s when I froze. A small bit of parchment was tucked into the stirrup. I unfolded the rich paper and stared at my father’s handwriting.
Edward
I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend.
Sir Edmund Verney. Your loving Father.
Father believed he was going to die.
‘…and choose rather to loose my life (which I am sure to do)…’
The fact that Father had actually accepted he was going to die seemed to make his fate definite. It was like the words on this parchment condemned him to die. This overwhelming sense of doom only made me more desperate to go to him. To save him, to stop him, and to apologise.
“Beth!” Edward called, running around the stable door, sword swinging at his hip, wearing riding boots. Crumbs. I’d have to ride side saddle, with no shoes I’d find riding astride extremely hard.
I held the note out to him, turning to finish saddling his horse.
I heard him sigh and he handed me the note again.
“I don’t need it.” I whispered.
“Beth.”
“I’ve already memorised every word.” I’d reread it at least ten times before he’d came in.
“Beth.”
I sighed and folded the note carefully, slipping into the small bag Edward offered me. Inside the bag was four apples, two slabs of bread and a goblet of water.
“How did you-”
“Ransacked the kitchen.”
“Of course.”
I slung the bag onto my horse before I mounted it. Edward mounted his horse and we trotted out of the stable.
“Main gate.” He said, and I followed him to the main gate, it was clear the army; and father undoubtedly, had left this way.
“Halt!” A guard cried.
I looked at Edward, he nodded back.
As the guard looked down at us in shock, we bolted through the doors, keeping up a steady gallop as we left our house, our estate and our lands far behind.
We followed the clear tracks of the King’s army for miles.
“How far behind do you think we are?”
“A couple of hours, but they have more men and not all are on horseback, they plan on ‘meeting’ Parliament close to Edgehill.”
“Will we make it before the battle begins?”
He didn’t answer and stared grimly at the road in front of them.
“Oh.” I sighed and stared miserably at my horse’s neck. We might be too late, why oh why hadn’t I woken up earlier! If we were too late… I wouldn’t let myself think that! I must hope, hope that my father wasn’t killed.
Chapter 6
Edward
As we approached Edgehill the sounds of battle reached us. Shrill cries, yells, swearing and the clash of sword on sword. The screams of the wounded and the harsh bellows of the officers trying to communicate with their troops. I turned to Beth and we looked at each other. I drew my sword and nodded at the battlefield.
“Beth, I’ll go find father. You stay here- no wait- Beth, you have no armour, you have no weapon, and you have no shoes! You can’t fight like that, not against trained soldiers!”
“You wear no armour either, I’m better at fighting than you and I’m coming whether or not you want me to.”
We glared at each other for a moment before a particularly loud scream came from the area of the battle. We both turned and began riding as fast as we could towards Edgehill.
When we reached the top of the hill I gasped as I saw the scene below us. Soldiers where engaged in battle, Parliament was rushing the King’s men and the King’s men where scattered everywhere. I searched frantically for Father but couldn’t see him, not from up here. We’d have to get closer to find him, and getting closer would be extremely dangerous. To make matters worse Beth would come with me and she’d be defenceless.
“Let’s go.” She hissed, anger and guilt, flavouring her voice.
“Please Beth?” She wouldn’t, I knew she wouldn’t.
She glared at me and started galloping towards the mass of fighting men.
I followed her quickly and sighed unhappily. This was it, life and death. There was nothing but luck stopping us from being killed. Luck and a bit of skill. Beth had better not die, otherwise I’d be doomed; I needed her, even though I shouldn’t. But all other thoughts where wiped from my mind as the first man attacked me, he was one of the King’s men, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was staying alive and getting to Beth.
I fought him off, and quickly gave him the death stroke as I made my way to her. She wasn’t on her horse anymore; she was fighting two Roundheads with her bare hands, as I watched she dodged a blade and kicked at the man who’d swiped at her. She hit him in the chest and he fell backwards, grunting. Immediately she was on him, grabbing his sword and turning to her other opponent who I killed before she could fight him.
I killed another man who ran at me and gestured for her to jump on my horse. She did so and we began riding around the battlefield, fending of those who sought to fight us. We managed this until suddenly with a cry she jumped off the horse’s back. “Beth!” I yelled.
But she didn’t hear me, and I saw why. She’d seen father. Father who’d decided to fight without armour, who was clearly unarmed, who was fending off his opponents with the standard he was holding. Father who was a couple of meters away, but still too far for us to reach him easily.
He was losing, although he was a good sword fighter, he wasn’t doing so well with his makeshift pike. And I knew we had to get to him, get to him soon. Beth, whom was trying to reach him, was failing, there where just too many people fighting father. And as I watched my father staggered and disappeared from my view.
Beth screamed in rage and stabbed the man fending her away from the mass of men viciously; she then took his sword in her left hand and began slaughtering the men standing in our way. Her two swords cut and hacked at the men in her way, and I sat frozen in my saddle. She also disappeared from my view and I finally woke from my trance. I leapt from my horse, attacking the men around me, trying to find Beth and my father.
The soul of war took me. The adrenalin pumping through my veins fuelled my fighting, my mind was numb with fear and shock, the only thing on my mind was to find Father, find Beth, I didn’t care whose side I killed to get there, I just had to get there.
Everything and everyone passed in a blur, the smell and the noise blurring into the background as a haze came over my thoughts. The haze didn’t clear and I attacked almost blindly until I finally stumbled to a halt. My father and my sister standing in front of me.
Chapter 7
Bethany
I slashed and swiped at the men standing in my way, father needed help and I had to help him. I started attacking the men closest to me and kept on attacking until I reached father. His right hand had been slashed off; it clung pathetically to the standard where he’d been gripping it.
“Father!” I screamed, throwing myself in between him and his attackers, defending him from them. I managed to push us away from the main fight, until we where close to the edge of the battlefield. When I was sure we where safe I turned and looked at him.
He was shaking, blood soaked his clothes and his face was screwed up in pain. “Father!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me, the whites of his eyes gleaming in the dim light. And he didn’t see me. He was beyond that. He was in too much pain. As he stared his knees buckled and he collapsed. I squeaked in horror and dropped with him, grabbing his head and shoulders before they hit the ground.
I couldn’t say anything. My father was shaking and this may be the last chance to say I loved him and I didn’t say anything. I clutched him to me instead and sobbed. Tears and his blood rolled down my face. I wept for what seemed like hours until he finally muttered something.
“Bethany.” His voice was weak but I gasped in hope, maybe father wouldn’t die, his wounds weren’t fatal… But when I moved him to look into his eyes they weren’t bright and sharp as they always were. They where dead and blank. As I stared at him in horror I realised with a stab of pain that my father was dead.
I began crying hysterically and didn’t stop. At one point I realised Edward was with me, weeping also. But when the pain and shock finally became too much I welcomed the numbness of unconsciousness gracefully.
The sun woke me as it always did. The body of my father and the sleeping form of my brother was cast in shadow next to me. With the sleep had come a kind of acceptance. An acceptance that my father was dead, and I hated the King for it, I hated Parliament for it and I hated myself.
But as I stared at the remnants of the battlefield a new knowledge filled me. This war had brought so much death, so much pain, how may men had already died because of it? How many more would die? Before me stood the future, a future so full of pain and despair. Behind me stood the past and the memories of peace and serenity.
And then there was now. The battlefield in front of me was littered with the past, the death of so many men, some caused by me. And as I watched I saw. I saw the true sea of war. The depth and impossibilities of it. How so many could drown and only a few swim. Before me was the tides of war, the souls of those who’d died, washed to the shore, and they would be swept away, again, forgotten by the sea as another wave rolled over and another tide swept away.
As the tide came it in turn started to roll away. And it took with it the poor men who drowned. Never to swim or breathe again. The tide retreated all the way to the ocean. And the fallen sank to the floor, and awoke in heaven. To watch as another tide came and brought more to the floor. An endless cycle, that would continue so long as there where men.
As the tide left the dead left with it and I was left watching them go.
…
“And so sir that is when I last saw my father. When I watched his spirit ride away on the tide. That’s where my father is now, on the ocean floor, in heaven waiting for us to join him.”
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Historical Note
Edmund Verney was born in 1590. He was elected to the House of Commons for Chipping Wycombe. Verney was critical of Charles I but on the outbreak of the Civil War Verney joined the Royalist forces. Sir Edmund Verney was killed at Edgehill in October, 1642.
In October, 1642, Charles I and his Royalist forces began marching on London. The Parliamentary army attempted to block their way and engaged the Royalists at Edgehill on 23rd October. It is estimated that both sides had around 14,000 men.
Verney demonstrates well the heart searching that went on before the outbreak of the Civil War. He had a long association with Charles I, having been his servant before he came to the throne (1613), and had maintained that relationship in the intervening years. By 1642 he had benefited from Charles's sales of monopolies, received a court pension, and had lent Charles large sums of money. However, he was also a Puritan, a MP, and a member of both the Short and Long parliaments, and was opposed to Charles's arbitrary measures during the Eleven Years Tyranny. Even his sons were split - his eldest son fought for Parliament (as did his older brother), while his two younger sons joined Verney and fought for the King. (Evidently Bethany succeeded in her pretence of being a boy.) Verney explained his decision to fight for the King in a letter, expressing motives common to many of Charles's supports.
I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend.
When war broke out, Verney was appointed to be the King's standard-bearer, but at the battle of Edgehill (23 October 1642), he was killed while engaged in intense hand to hand fighting, and the standard captured.
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I wonder what my history teacher will think?
Hope i get a good mark :S
Yours Forever
-Sky
Summer falls,
Winter comes.
Like a spark the sky can light,
Colours fly,
Until the rise of night.
Cold,
Cold and bitter,
Snow,
*Snow ball fights yay!* (hehe oops, um ignore that....)
Urgh!
Lost it.
Had the poem going quite well though.
Ah well maybe another time.
Here's the story....
Prologue
The questioner sat back in his chair and stared at the woman clad in black, she glared at him as her sister wept on her shoulder. Jane Verney, wife of Sir Edmund Verney had refused to give him any information on her husband’s whereabouts. She’d also stopped her sister, Anne Verney, from answering their questions; the poor woman was reduced to tears in her sister’s shoulders.
“I am deeply sorry that you can not help us m’am,” Said the questioner, feeling deeply sorry. This was going too far, the war should be won on the battle field, not by questioning women and children. “I am forced to bring questioning to your children; bring them in.”
The woman and her sister fell back into the doorway, as the guard brought in the two children. Both looked roughly sixteen. As soon as they entered the room the boy stepped forwards, leaving his sister behind him.
“So, Mr Verney, I have some questions to ask you, first what is your age?”
“Fifteen.” The boy answered, but he answered not in that of a boy, but in a manner of a man.
“Your name?”
“Edward Verney.”
“Your sister’s?”
The girl took a step forward; the guard followed her, keeping an arm around her shoulders, in an almost patronizing way.
“Bethany Verney,” She answered, her tone also surprised him for it held the sureness and certainty of a true gentleman’s.
“Your age child?”
“Fifteen.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I can guess,” She said coldly.
“You’re father is with the King.”
“Yes.” The boy answered this time.
“May I ask what you think of this.”
“My father is a clever and loyal man; that loyalty was to his life long friend; the King, although he may not agree with the King, he chose to help his friend. I think the King is a fool and a scut, who’s ruining the country. But I have not a word against my father.”
“And you Miss Verney?”
“My thoughts are the same.”
“We are with Parliament.”
“We noticed.” The boy said, nodding at the guard, clad in his Roundhead soberness.
“So naturally we are enemies.”
“I would think so; however I have no wish of fighting you.” The boy said.
“Why would you indeed? You are outnumbered.”
The girl laughed bitterly.
“You are mistaken my dear sir.”
“I am?”
“Edward and I could beat you with our eyes closed.”
“You fight?”
“I thought you would have realised that, given the nature of how you found us.”
“Indeed,” The questioner said, “But if you can beat us so, why do you stand there talking?”
“As Edward said, we have no wish of fighting you. We wish to choose a side, for we have realised that this war is too dangerous for us to remain neutral. Our older brother Ralph is with you, as we should be, but we want to consider the King’s side also, for we are no fools.” The girl smiled sadly at them.
“You think you’re here on your terms?”
“I know we’re here on our terms. We could have fled the field; we’d beaten your men. But instead we allowed ourselves to be escorted here.” The girl said.
“Well, I was under the impression you were here to be questioned by me.”
“Yes, we also have a question for you though.” The boy nodded at his sister.
“‘I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl sighed, “My father wrote so in a letter to us.”
“So now I ask you, why should we fight for you when our loyalty lies with the king?”
“But you are too young to fight!”
“Yes, you would think so, however we have fought, and although we don’t intend to fight in any more wars, we wish to choose a side to support and help.”
“Well Parliament is stronger and we are right, so naturally we shall win.”
“‘And choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl said mournfully.
“Please!” Cried the questioner, “Let me ask you my question!”
“Ask away sir.” The boy said.
“Is your uncle fighting for the King?”
“No Parliament.”
“And when did you last see your father?”
Chapter 1
Bethany
It was dawn. The sun’s golden rays crept through the dark gardens, reflecting off the fresh morning dew and spider webs. The roses gleamed red, the water droplets on their delicate petals glowing in the early morning light. A lark sang his mournful tune, until he was joined by another bird, and another. They chatted and sang and welcomed the new day.
Dawn was my favourite time of day. No one but the servants were awake, so I wouldn’t be missed. The best place to view the rising of the sun was on top of the bell tower; but since it was locked and very hard to climb to I couldn’t go there. Instead I had to make do with the roof of our estate.
I was risking a lot by being here. Not only was I sitting on the roof of one of the most expensive and important buildings in England, I was disobeying my father. My father has a dreadful temper. He is one of the king’s closest friends and supporters. He’s one of the richest men in England. And so I, his daughter, am expected to be a proper lady, who will marry a rich nobleman and bear many heirs.
As if.
I might have grown up to be a lady who sits at home and looks after her husband. If only I didn’t have a twin brother; Edward. Edward is everything a man should be, handsome, intelligent and strong. He enjoys hunting, riding, fighting and is quick witted. My father’s so proud. How does this affect me?
When we were younger we’d play together, the only children in a large household; though we’re still ‘children’ now I suppose, just not young children. He soon discovered that I was a good fighter, a trusty friend and an excellent playmate. Together we’d climb the trees’ in the gardens, have sword fights using sticks and go riding around the grounds.
My father was furious of course, a young girl, climbing trees! Ruining her dresses! Riding horses like a man! Fighting, and beating I should add; though he’d never admit it, his son and heir! So I was forbidden to climb, fight or ride ever again. Naturally I rebelled and did all of them anyway, with the help of Edward. Only now, I had to be more careful.
I’m easily recognised; a fifteen year old girl, with flaming red hair and ‘intense’ blue eyes. My features didn’t help much. I said my brother was handsome; well he’s a part of me, my other half. In more ways than one; we both got our fathers strong looks, not to mention his strong will. I had strong cheekbones and a high neck.
Unfortunately, I also got my mother’s beauty. I have her red hair and pale skin. I have her soft nose and perfect lips. The combination of my parent’s appearances resulted in me looking like ‘a unique beauty’. My uncle, another powerful and important man, on first seeing me exclaimed; ‘By the gods George! You have an angel in your hands!’
My parents are extremely pleased with my ‘beauty’; it’s guaranteed to get me a good husband. Ugh. I’d trade anything to be someone else.
But as I was saying, I’m easily recognised. So in order to get out by myself I had to dress as a servant. I dress in simple trousers and use a rope for a belt; I wear a small blouse and a jacket. My hair’s stuffed into a hat. I go about barefoot; mainly because I’ve yet to find suitable shoes.
A bit of mud and I can pass as a man.
That’s another problem. Women aren’t allowed to dress as men. I’d be severely punished if my father ever found out. Edward; the traitor, disapproved of me climbing up here every morning dressed as a man. So he wouldn’t come up here with me. As we get older Edward get’s more and more like our father. He’s intensely into politics and has started to show signs of wanting me to be more of a lady. Fortunately, I’m his favourite sparring partner so he won’t tell on me.
So here I sat, breaking every rule my father enforced, breaking quite a few laws as well. Just to see the sun rising, just to be alone, just to be free of everything happening below me. I sat waiting for the church bell to ring, telling me it was getting late.
Then the bell did ring, but not how I expected it to; the usual way it rang was once in the morning, to hold the morning communion; to pray to God and thank him for the new day. Once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. This time when the bell rang, it didn’t stop ringing. Which meant only one thing. Someone had died, someone very important had died.
Chapter 2
Edward
I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. I kept my head bent down, looking at the floor as I ran. I jumped over potholes and dogged between people in my path. I breathed raggedly and finally jogged to a stop outside the church. The bell was still ringing. I started to jog up the path when a young boy wearing servant’s clothes ran up next to me.
“Beth!” I hissed, grabbing her by the arm.
“Edward?” She gasped as I pulled her back.
I grabbed her and pulled her behind a tree, what was she doing? Did she want to get arrested? “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
“The same thing as you.” She snapped, glaring defiantly at me, I sighed, I knew that look, it was awfully like the one I used when I was going to have the last word. I sighed again, she was stubborn as hell, and I loved her for it, my sister, my twin.
“Beth, you have to get out of those clothes.”
“I want to know who died.” Of course she did, I did myself; our thoughts were often the same, and so I knew she wouldn’t give up until she knew who’d died.
“Beth, I’ll go in and find out. You go get changed, I’ll tell you, promise.” Knowing Beth she wouldn’t like that.
“I want to hear it for myself.” I knew her too well.
“Beth.” I groaned.
Just then the bell stopped ringing. We looked at each other in shock, then in unison we turned and ran towards the church. I couldn’t quite see her beside me but I felt her. I knew she was there, on my left, always at my back.
We flew into the church together, scattering quite a few people as we came in.
“Who is it?” Demanded Beth.
“Who is it?” I demanded.
Together we asked, “Who died?”
The man turned around and looked at us both.
“No one has died.” He said. He wasn’t our normal priest. He was dressed in white, he had on a golden pendant and rings coated his fingers, he was bulkier than Father John, and was very clearly not Father John. But as I looked around the church I noticed the obvious difference and groaned. I felt Beth tense beside me.
The priest’s lavish clothes, the churches new décor, it could only mean one thing.
“He didn’t.” She groaned.
“He did.” I muttered; an empty feeling started to consume me. He’d done it. Father had chosen his side. We’d been stalling as long as possible to try and see which side would be best to fight for. Personally I thought that Parliament had it right, our King was a vain sour-faced scut. However it was evident who father had wanted to support. He’d obviously made the decision to make it official.
It wasn’t surprising really; King Charles was one of Father’s closest friends. The only thing that had made him hesitate was common sense, being a politician he’d obviously realised how dangerous choosing Charles would be. That was all thrown out the window now, Father had chosen Charles and we’d have to live with it.
I heard Beth curse under her breath next to me.
“Why did you ring the bell if no one died?” I didn’t really care, the fact Father had finally made up his mind, and not told me was much more important.
“To celebrate the coming of the King,” He said in obvious surprise that we hadn’t realised this was the reason.
Beth choked and started coughing loudly to try and regain her breath.
“The King?” She squeaked, looking up with a look of absolute horror. Ah yes, Beth strongly agreed with me on the fact that the King shouldn’t be King. She didn’t like the way he was running the country, she’s surprisingly good with politics, for a girl anyway.
“Coming here?” She whispered.
“When?” I hissed, surprised that my voice resembled hers so much; hollow and raspy.
“Why he’s entering town right now,” Said the new Priest, sounding happy about it. Well whippy doo for him.
“Now?” Hissed Beth.
“Now.” He beamed.
I had turned and was running through the door as fast as I could, I had to find father! What I would do I didn’t know, but I had to do something! The King was coming here, had come here! Father hadn’t told me. The change in the church had happened today. It wouldn’t be the first change, and unless I did something soon all hope would be lost.
“Beth you have to get changed!” I yelled, she was running right beside me, she was a faster runner than me, she amazes me sometimes, so I knew she was deliberately keeping pace with me.
“There’s no time!” She shrieked back.
“For God’s sake! If Father sees you, if the King sees you you’ll be dead, worse than dead, Beth go get changed!”
She glared at me.
“Beth, please!” She was stubborn but she knew what would happen to us if the King found out. She’d go get changed.
“Don’t do anything without me.” She frowned slightly then sped up remarkably; how she managed it I have no idea, I was running my fastest… at that pace she’d reach the ‘house’ before me.
Chapter 3
Bethany
I ran as fast as I could, I reached home in record timing and began sprinting through endless corridors, why did this place have to be so big! I finally reached my rooms and bolted in to find my maidservant Anne cleaning my room. She turned and stared at me, “Can I help you?” She asked.
Oh distempered dog-hearted clotpoles.
“The master wishes to see you,” I said, lowering my voice so that she I didn’t sound like a girl so much.
“Sir Verney? Why?” She simpered.
I coughed like I’d seen Edward cough, “Not my business to say, m’am.” I added for extra benefit, I’d never called anyone, let alone a servant m’am before, hah my father’d have a fit!
“Go tell him I’m unavailable, that I’ll be with him as soon as I can.” She said in a flustered voice.
“But m’am…”
“Go!”
I turned and ran around the corner, I then watched her run out of my room and down into the servants quarters.
Voices from behind me made me turn and I gasped in shock, my father was walking up the hall. With him was a man clad in royalist clothes, he wasn’t the king but he was clearly with him. I strained my ears and heard my father say; “Yes, she’s usually up by now, I’m sure Charles will love her…”
Her. Her could only mean one person. Me.
I ran into my room, locking the door and hurriedly started undressing, curse it! Where had I put my blue dress! It was the only one I liked; it was simple and didn’t show off my figure. I couldn’t find it and I could hear my father’s voice approaching my room. I grabbed a rich, not to mention heavy, yellow dress, I managed to pull it on and I sprinted, as well as I could in this thing, to my mirror. I stared at my dirty and dishevelled hair. I washed my face until my cheeks were red and then started pulling the comb through my hair.
Two knocks on my door, made me pause a second before I started brushing my hair at an even faster pace.
“Bethany?” Father called.
“Yes father?” I called back, my voice almost breaking.
“Come out dear, we have guests.”
“I know,” I muttered under my breath. “Coming!” I cried, pining my hair up, some of it fell down again and I groaned, I grabbed a yellow ribbon and tied it over the pin. I stared at my reflection; a strikingly beautiful girl stared back. I sighed unhappily. My mussed hair actually made my features look even better. Great. This was going to be horrible.
“Bethany-” My father began again, but I pulled the door open.
“Father,” I said, curtseying and bowing my head, before I looked up again.
“Beth, this is Prince Rupert, he is here escorting the King.”
“Sir,” I said holding out my hand, he looked shocked but quickly recovered, bending to kiss my hand and then turned to my father. My father shot a pleased glance at me, he obviously thought, I’d wanted Prince what’s his name to kiss my hand, ew. I’d meant for him to shake it.
“Edmund, your daughter is beautiful, and a proper lady at that,” He nodded at me, “Shall we proceed to the gates, I do believe Charles will be arriving soon.”
“Yes lets,” Father glared at me meaningfully, I scowled at him, but then said, in my best ‘lady’ voice (which was actually very good) “Of coarse, sorry to have delayed you.”
“No problem milady.” Said the Prince. Hmph, Milady. Hah, if only they’d seen my five minutes ago.
Father, seeing my reluctance to go, grabbed my arm and dragged my along beside him, I scowled horribly at him and he smiled knowingly back. My father knew me almost as well as Edward did. The almost being he didn’t know I ran around pretending to be a male servant.
We entered the hall, just as Edward did; he sprinted in, paused for a second, looked at me frantically and saw how father had trapped me by holding my arm. He saw we had ‘company’ and straightened, he then walked swiftly to father.
“Father.” He said stiffly.
“Ah you must be Edward, your father speaks of you often, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
I gagged, as I tried to repress giggles, I could imagine how Edward would respond to that; an absolute stranger, clad in royalist clothes, saying it was a pleasure to meet him. Pleasure!
“Pleasure.” Muttered Edward, glaring at me as I shook with silent laughter.
“Yes I’m sure Edward’s absolutely delighted with your visit.” I sniggered.
“Come on Beth,” Edward said, taking my arm and pulling me out of my fathers grasp, into his equally strong one.
“Aw, but you haven’t met Prince Rupert…”
He squeezed my arm meaningfully and I turned to him, ‘Ow’ I mouthed. He rolled his eyes at me and pulled me to the other end of the hall; which was suddenly crowded with people.
“Any news?” He said; he didn’t need to lower his voice; the noise in the room was such that we wouldn’t be overheard.
“Well, Prince Rupert’s clearly with Charles, so’s father clearly. …”
“But I don’t see why he’d want to join so suddenly… maybe the King forced him to?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past the King.” He said ‘the king’ like a curse.
Chapter 4
Edward
Before I had time to ask Beth any further questions, trumpets rose outside of the gates. The King had arrived. I looked at Beth and she looked back, her eyes tight with fear. She took a step closer to me and laced her fingers through mine, “This is it,” She murmured to me. I squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“No going back now.” I muttered back.
The King made a grand entrance, a couple of pages ran in to hold the doors and make way. He then followed, flanked by two Noblemen, the rest of his Gentry followed behind him. He wore a feathered hat, its white plume curling over the brim. His hair lay on his shoulders, his moustached cut short as was the fashion. He wore a metal collar, with lace hanging over it, his cloak hanging casually from his shoulders. A blue stripe ran across his chest, his sleeves where red and made of a fine material. His dark brown boots pulled up to his knees, hiding his black trousers.
“Edmund!” He boomed, prancing over to where father stood.
“Charles,” My father smiled, he turned to us and beckoned. I sighed and walked towards them, Beth right next to me.
“Sir King,” I said, bowing, Beth bowed with me.
“Edward and Bethany, finally.” The King said holding out his hand to me, I took it and felt Beth tense beside me. I shook firmly and then released the leader of Britain.
“Is Ralph here?”
“No.” Father said quickly and I stared at him, hadn’t he told him? Had he not told the King our elder brother was with Parliament?
“What a shame, I wished to meet the young man.” Evidently not.
“Well Edmund I’m afraid we can’t stay long, we’re marching to London, but there’s rumours Parliament plans to stop us, and that’s why we’re pausing, we’re hoping to restock and rest before we confront them. We don’t know where they plan to stop us, but we doubt it’s in London; it’s just London can’t afford a siege at the moment.”
“Indeed they can’t, I’m glad I can help you on your journey old friend, come I have prepared a feast for you and your men.”
I followed behind the King, sitting next to him at the table, I gestured to Beth and she sat next to Father, Mother on her other side.
“So Edward, Edmund tells me you've taken an interest in politics.”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Excellent, we need more men like your father on our side.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, yes, don’t be modest boy; I’ve heard of how good you are on the field.”
He wanted me to fight for him. Field meant battlefield.
“Uh, yes well…”
“By the Gods she’s beautiful isn’t she?”
“What?”
“Your sister Bethany.” He was staring at her, his eyes longing.
“Um yes, did you not notice earlier?”
“No I didn’t take note of her, I was paying attention to your father, but she’s an angel! Surely you see that!”
“Oh I do.” How could I not? My sister was a radiant beauty, any man could see that. But maybe it wasn’t best for her if the King saw that.
“How’s your wife?”
“Oh fine, fine…” He was still staring at Beth.
Fortunately, just then, our father called a toast.
“To Charles, may his battles, be our battles, his losses, our losses, his successes, our successes, long live the King!”
“Long live the King!” cried the rest of the room.
“Let us eat.” Said the King.
And so we ate, I listened carefully to all of the King’s conversations trying to understand what his plans were. I was paying close attention to his most recent conversation; about raising a new tax, when someone kicked me hard under the table.
“Ow!” I hissed. I looked up into Beth’s horror struck face. She stared at me with pained eyes, fear and anger and despair swirling in her eyes as she sat there open mouthed in shock.
“Father, May I be excused?” I’d finished my food.
“Of course.” He didn’t even look at me; he was so engaged in conversation with the man sitting next to him. I jumped up, walked round to the other side of the table grabbed Beth, for she seemed unable to move and dragged her into the corridor.
“Beth, what is it?” She didn’t seem to hear me; she was so lost in fear.
“Beth!” I shook her slightly and her eyes focused on me.
“H-he’s going w-with h-him.” She said, her entire frame shaking as she squeaked the words.
“What? Who’s going with who?”
Her face crumpled into a mask of despair.
“Father’s going with him. He’s following our stupid good for nothing King to war. He’s going to go fight. And he knows they’re going to lose. They can’t beat the round heads. They can’t and he’s going to be standard bearer, he won’t be able to defend himself!”
“And they’ll be aiming for him, and he’ll not be able to defend himself, and he’s going with him!”
I froze and stared at her, the same sickening fear, hatred, despair and anger running through my body.
“He can’t” I gasped.
“He’s leaving in the morning.” She whispered, tears running down her cheeks.
“But why?” I gasped; I was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
“It’s my duty.” We both turned to see father coming down the hall, he’d obviously noticed that Beth had been on the verge of breaking down.
“Father you can’t!” I cried, how could he do this to me? To Mother? To Beth? To Ralph? How could he fight against Ralph?
“I can and I will Edward. Wipe that look off your face, it is my duty and I will do it.”
“I hate you!” Screamed Beth, turning on her heels, running towards her room. I glared at father and ran after Beth.
“Beth!” I called, my vision was blurring at the edges and I was feeling awfully faint…
I entered her room and she threw herself at me, crying passionately into my shoulder.
“Why did he do it? Oh why oh why?” She sobbed.
“I don’t know.” My voice was quiet and scared.
And then something changed. Something snapped, but not inside me, inside Beth.
“I hate him!” She yelled, her voice no longer scared, but angry. “I hate the King! I hate Parliament! I hate this stupid war!” She screamed and I took a step backwards to look at her. She was still shaking, but now it seemed to be more of a cause of her rage.
And Beth in a rage was truly terrifying. Her red hair seemed to flow like fire, her eyes sparked with passionate hatred. And boy could she yell, her voice could carry over any crowd, and now she was using it at full throttle.
She paced angrily; her anger seething and I watched her. She’d only ever gotten this angry once before. When father had forbidden her to dress as a boy, climb, ride and do anything she actually enjoyed. The really terrifying thing was, I felt the same, beneath the fear and despair, and the shock was the only thing stopping me from flying into a storm like she had.
Had the King walked in now he would have been a dead man.
Chapter 5
Bethany
That night past in a blur, I eventually went to sleep, Edward left for his room around midnight. That night my sleep was deep and dreamless, by the morning a cold, hollow feeling had grown in my stomach.
I awoke just before dawn, as I always did, and was left with the knowledge my father was probably leaving right now, off to die in the King’s stupid war. And the last thing I’d said to him was ‘I hate you’.
I jumped up and ran to Edward’s room.
“Edward! Wake up!” I grabbed him and shook him until he woke up.
“Beth?” He asked.
“Father.” Was all I said but he understood. I had to find him, stop him, and say I was sorry.
“Let me get dressed.” He jumped up and began searching for clothes.
“No Edward, we have to go now, I bet they’ve already left!”
“Fine, go get the horses; I’ll be down in a moment.”
I had no time to argue with him so I fled down the corridors until I reached the stables. I got Edward’s horse out; I didn’t have my own horse so I grabbed another horse that was in the stall next to his.
I’d saddled mine and had moved onto Edward’s when I froze. A small bit of parchment was tucked into the stirrup. I unfolded the rich paper and stared at my father’s handwriting.
Edward
I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend.
Sir Edmund Verney. Your loving Father.
Father believed he was going to die.
‘…and choose rather to loose my life (which I am sure to do)…’
The fact that Father had actually accepted he was going to die seemed to make his fate definite. It was like the words on this parchment condemned him to die. This overwhelming sense of doom only made me more desperate to go to him. To save him, to stop him, and to apologise.
“Beth!” Edward called, running around the stable door, sword swinging at his hip, wearing riding boots. Crumbs. I’d have to ride side saddle, with no shoes I’d find riding astride extremely hard.
I held the note out to him, turning to finish saddling his horse.
I heard him sigh and he handed me the note again.
“I don’t need it.” I whispered.
“Beth.”
“I’ve already memorised every word.” I’d reread it at least ten times before he’d came in.
“Beth.”
I sighed and folded the note carefully, slipping into the small bag Edward offered me. Inside the bag was four apples, two slabs of bread and a goblet of water.
“How did you-”
“Ransacked the kitchen.”
“Of course.”
I slung the bag onto my horse before I mounted it. Edward mounted his horse and we trotted out of the stable.
“Main gate.” He said, and I followed him to the main gate, it was clear the army; and father undoubtedly, had left this way.
“Halt!” A guard cried.
I looked at Edward, he nodded back.
As the guard looked down at us in shock, we bolted through the doors, keeping up a steady gallop as we left our house, our estate and our lands far behind.
We followed the clear tracks of the King’s army for miles.
“How far behind do you think we are?”
“A couple of hours, but they have more men and not all are on horseback, they plan on ‘meeting’ Parliament close to Edgehill.”
“Will we make it before the battle begins?”
He didn’t answer and stared grimly at the road in front of them.
“Oh.” I sighed and stared miserably at my horse’s neck. We might be too late, why oh why hadn’t I woken up earlier! If we were too late… I wouldn’t let myself think that! I must hope, hope that my father wasn’t killed.
Chapter 6
Edward
As we approached Edgehill the sounds of battle reached us. Shrill cries, yells, swearing and the clash of sword on sword. The screams of the wounded and the harsh bellows of the officers trying to communicate with their troops. I turned to Beth and we looked at each other. I drew my sword and nodded at the battlefield.
“Beth, I’ll go find father. You stay here- no wait- Beth, you have no armour, you have no weapon, and you have no shoes! You can’t fight like that, not against trained soldiers!”
“You wear no armour either, I’m better at fighting than you and I’m coming whether or not you want me to.”
We glared at each other for a moment before a particularly loud scream came from the area of the battle. We both turned and began riding as fast as we could towards Edgehill.
When we reached the top of the hill I gasped as I saw the scene below us. Soldiers where engaged in battle, Parliament was rushing the King’s men and the King’s men where scattered everywhere. I searched frantically for Father but couldn’t see him, not from up here. We’d have to get closer to find him, and getting closer would be extremely dangerous. To make matters worse Beth would come with me and she’d be defenceless.
“Let’s go.” She hissed, anger and guilt, flavouring her voice.
“Please Beth?” She wouldn’t, I knew she wouldn’t.
She glared at me and started galloping towards the mass of fighting men.
I followed her quickly and sighed unhappily. This was it, life and death. There was nothing but luck stopping us from being killed. Luck and a bit of skill. Beth had better not die, otherwise I’d be doomed; I needed her, even though I shouldn’t. But all other thoughts where wiped from my mind as the first man attacked me, he was one of the King’s men, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was staying alive and getting to Beth.
I fought him off, and quickly gave him the death stroke as I made my way to her. She wasn’t on her horse anymore; she was fighting two Roundheads with her bare hands, as I watched she dodged a blade and kicked at the man who’d swiped at her. She hit him in the chest and he fell backwards, grunting. Immediately she was on him, grabbing his sword and turning to her other opponent who I killed before she could fight him.
I killed another man who ran at me and gestured for her to jump on my horse. She did so and we began riding around the battlefield, fending of those who sought to fight us. We managed this until suddenly with a cry she jumped off the horse’s back. “Beth!” I yelled.
But she didn’t hear me, and I saw why. She’d seen father. Father who’d decided to fight without armour, who was clearly unarmed, who was fending off his opponents with the standard he was holding. Father who was a couple of meters away, but still too far for us to reach him easily.
He was losing, although he was a good sword fighter, he wasn’t doing so well with his makeshift pike. And I knew we had to get to him, get to him soon. Beth, whom was trying to reach him, was failing, there where just too many people fighting father. And as I watched my father staggered and disappeared from my view.
Beth screamed in rage and stabbed the man fending her away from the mass of men viciously; she then took his sword in her left hand and began slaughtering the men standing in our way. Her two swords cut and hacked at the men in her way, and I sat frozen in my saddle. She also disappeared from my view and I finally woke from my trance. I leapt from my horse, attacking the men around me, trying to find Beth and my father.
The soul of war took me. The adrenalin pumping through my veins fuelled my fighting, my mind was numb with fear and shock, the only thing on my mind was to find Father, find Beth, I didn’t care whose side I killed to get there, I just had to get there.
Everything and everyone passed in a blur, the smell and the noise blurring into the background as a haze came over my thoughts. The haze didn’t clear and I attacked almost blindly until I finally stumbled to a halt. My father and my sister standing in front of me.
Chapter 7
Bethany
I slashed and swiped at the men standing in my way, father needed help and I had to help him. I started attacking the men closest to me and kept on attacking until I reached father. His right hand had been slashed off; it clung pathetically to the standard where he’d been gripping it.
“Father!” I screamed, throwing myself in between him and his attackers, defending him from them. I managed to push us away from the main fight, until we where close to the edge of the battlefield. When I was sure we where safe I turned and looked at him.
He was shaking, blood soaked his clothes and his face was screwed up in pain. “Father!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me, the whites of his eyes gleaming in the dim light. And he didn’t see me. He was beyond that. He was in too much pain. As he stared his knees buckled and he collapsed. I squeaked in horror and dropped with him, grabbing his head and shoulders before they hit the ground.
I couldn’t say anything. My father was shaking and this may be the last chance to say I loved him and I didn’t say anything. I clutched him to me instead and sobbed. Tears and his blood rolled down my face. I wept for what seemed like hours until he finally muttered something.
“Bethany.” His voice was weak but I gasped in hope, maybe father wouldn’t die, his wounds weren’t fatal… But when I moved him to look into his eyes they weren’t bright and sharp as they always were. They where dead and blank. As I stared at him in horror I realised with a stab of pain that my father was dead.
I began crying hysterically and didn’t stop. At one point I realised Edward was with me, weeping also. But when the pain and shock finally became too much I welcomed the numbness of unconsciousness gracefully.
The sun woke me as it always did. The body of my father and the sleeping form of my brother was cast in shadow next to me. With the sleep had come a kind of acceptance. An acceptance that my father was dead, and I hated the King for it, I hated Parliament for it and I hated myself.
But as I stared at the remnants of the battlefield a new knowledge filled me. This war had brought so much death, so much pain, how may men had already died because of it? How many more would die? Before me stood the future, a future so full of pain and despair. Behind me stood the past and the memories of peace and serenity.
And then there was now. The battlefield in front of me was littered with the past, the death of so many men, some caused by me. And as I watched I saw. I saw the true sea of war. The depth and impossibilities of it. How so many could drown and only a few swim. Before me was the tides of war, the souls of those who’d died, washed to the shore, and they would be swept away, again, forgotten by the sea as another wave rolled over and another tide swept away.
As the tide came it in turn started to roll away. And it took with it the poor men who drowned. Never to swim or breathe again. The tide retreated all the way to the ocean. And the fallen sank to the floor, and awoke in heaven. To watch as another tide came and brought more to the floor. An endless cycle, that would continue so long as there where men.
As the tide left the dead left with it and I was left watching them go.
…
“And so sir that is when I last saw my father. When I watched his spirit ride away on the tide. That’s where my father is now, on the ocean floor, in heaven waiting for us to join him.”
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Historical Note
Edmund Verney was born in 1590. He was elected to the House of Commons for Chipping Wycombe. Verney was critical of Charles I but on the outbreak of the Civil War Verney joined the Royalist forces. Sir Edmund Verney was killed at Edgehill in October, 1642.
In October, 1642, Charles I and his Royalist forces began marching on London. The Parliamentary army attempted to block their way and engaged the Royalists at Edgehill on 23rd October. It is estimated that both sides had around 14,000 men.
Verney demonstrates well the heart searching that went on before the outbreak of the Civil War. He had a long association with Charles I, having been his servant before he came to the throne (1613), and had maintained that relationship in the intervening years. By 1642 he had benefited from Charles's sales of monopolies, received a court pension, and had lent Charles large sums of money. However, he was also a Puritan, a MP, and a member of both the Short and Long parliaments, and was opposed to Charles's arbitrary measures during the Eleven Years Tyranny. Even his sons were split - his eldest son fought for Parliament (as did his older brother), while his two younger sons joined Verney and fought for the King. (Evidently Bethany succeeded in her pretence of being a boy.) Verney explained his decision to fight for the King in a letter, expressing motives common to many of Charles's supports.
I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend.
When war broke out, Verney was appointed to be the King's standard-bearer, but at the battle of Edgehill (23 October 1642), he was killed while engaged in intense hand to hand fighting, and the standard captured.
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I wonder what my history teacher will think?
Hope i get a good mark :S
Yours Forever
-Sky
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Photoshhoping
I went shopping for photos and above is the result :D
Lol thats's all fornow
Yours Forver
-Sky
Saturday 1 November 2008
Heheh.... Story!
Lol,
Here's a story i'm writing (it's not finished yet) for my history project.
I know; my teachers seem to be setting loads of story essays!
Oh well,
Prologue
The questioner sat back in his chair and stared at the woman clad in black, she glared at him as her sister wept on her shoulder. Jane Verney, wife of Sir Edmund Verney had refused to give him any information on her husband’s whereabouts. She’d also stopped her sister, Anne Verney, from answering their questions; the poor woman was reduced to tears in her sister’s shoulders.
“I am deeply sorry that you can not help us m’am,” Said the questioner, feeling deeply sorry. This was going too far, the war should be won on the battle field, not by questioning women and children. “I am forced to bring questioning to your children; bring them in.”
The woman and her sister fell back into the doorway, as the guard brought in the two children. Both looked roughly sixteen. As soon as they entered the room the boy stepped forwards, leaving his sister behind him.
“So, Mr Verney, I have some questions to ask you, first what is your age?”
“Fifteen.” The boy answered, but he answered not in that of a boy, but in a manner of a man.
“Your name?”
“Edward Verney.”
“Your sister’s?”
The girl took a step forward; the guard followed her, keeping an arm around her shoulders, in an almost patronizing way.
“Bethany Verney,” She answered, her tone also surprised him for it held the sureness and certainty of a true gentleman’s.
“Your age child?”
“Fifteen.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I can guess,” She said coldly.
“You’re father is with the King.”
“Yes.” The boy answered this time.
“May I ask what you think of this.”
“My father is a clever and loyal man; that loyalty was to his life long friend; the King, although he may not agree with the King, he chose to help his friend. I think the King is a fool and a scut, who’s ruining the country. But I have not a word against my father.”
“And you Miss Verney?”
“My thoughts are the same.”
“We are with Parliament.”
“We noticed.” The boy said, nodding at the guard, clad in his Roundhead soberness.
“So naturally we are enemies.”
“I would think so, however I have no wish of fighting you.” The boy said.
“Why would you indeed? You are outnumbered.”
The girl laughed bitterly.
“You are mistaken my dear sir.”
“I am?”
“Edward and I could beat you with our eyes closed.”
“You fight?”
“I thought you would have realised that, given the nature of how you found us.”
“Indeed,” The questioner said, “But if you can beat us so, why do you stand there talking?”
“As Edward said, we have no wish of fighting you. We wish to choose a side, for we have realised that this war is too dangerous for us to remain neutral. Our older brother Ralph is with you, as we should be, but we want to consider the King’s side also, for we are no fools.” The girl smiled sadly at them.
“You think you’re here on your terms?”
“I know we’re here on our terms. We could have fled the field, we’d beaten your men. But instead we allowed ourselves to be escorted here.” The girl said.
“Well, I was under the impression you were here to be questioned by me.”
“Yes, we also have a question for you though.” The boy nodded at his sister.
“‘I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl sighed, “My father wrote so in a letter to us.”
“So now I ask you, why should we fight for you when our loyalty lies with the king?”
“But you are too young to fight!”
“Yes, you would think so, however we have fought, and although we don’t intend to fight in any more wars, we wish to choose a side to support and help.”
“Well Parliament is stronger and we are right, so naturally we shall win.”
“‘And choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl said mournfully.
“Please!” Cried the questioner, “Let me ask you my question!”
“Ask away sir.” The boy said.
“Is your uncle fighting for the King?”
“No Parliament.”
“And when did you last see your father?”
Chapter 1
It was dawn. The sun’s golden rays crept through the dark gardens, reflecting off the fresh morning dew and spider webs. The roses gleamed red, the water droplets on their delicate petals glowing in the early morning light. A lark sang his mournful tune, until he was joined by another bird, and another. They chatted and sang and welcomed the new day.
Dawn was my favourite time of day. No one but the servants were awake, so I wouldn’t be missed. The best place to view the rising of the sun was on top of the bell tower; but since it was locked and very hard to climb to I couldn’t go there. Instead I had to make do with the roof of our estate.
I was risking a lot by being here. Not only was I sitting on the roof of one of the most expensive and important buildings in England, I was disobeying my father. My father has a dreadful temper. He is one of the king’s closest friends and supporters. He’s one of the richest men in England. And so I, his daughter, am expected to be a proper lady, who will marry a rich nobleman and bear many heirs.
As if.
I might have grown up to be a lady who sits at home and looks after her husband. If only I didn’t have a twin brother; Edward. Edward is everything a man should be, handsome, intelligent and strong. He enjoys hunting, riding, fighting and is quick witted. My father’s so proud. How does this affect me?
When we were younger we’d play together, the only children in a large household; though we’re still children now I suppose, just not young children. He soon discovered that I was a good fighter, a trusty friend and an excellent playmate. Together we’d climb the trees’ in the gardens, have sword fights using sticks and go riding around the grounds.
My father was furious of course, a young girl, climbing trees! Ruining her dresses! Riding horses like a man! Fighting, and beating I should add; though he’d never admit it, his son and heir! So I was forbidden to climb, fight or ride ever again. Naturally I rebelled and did all of them anyway, with the help of Edward. Only now, I had to be more careful.
I’m easily recognised; a fifteen year old girl, with flaming red hair and ‘intense’ blue eyes. My features didn’t help much. I said my brother was handsome; well he’s a part of me, my other half. In more ways than one; we both got our fathers strong looks, not to mention his strong will. I had strong cheekbones and a high neck.
Unfortunately, I also got my mother’s beauty. I have her red hair and pale skin. I have her soft nose and perfect lips. The combination of my parent’s appearances resulted in me looking like ‘a unique beauty’. My uncle, another powerful and important man, on first seeing me exclaimed; ‘By the gods George! You have an angel in your hands!’
My parents are extremely pleased with my ‘beauty’; it’s guaranteed to get me a good husband. Ugh. I’d trade anything to be someone else.
But as I was saying, I’m easily recognised. So in order to get out by myself I had to dress as a servant. I dress in simple trousers and use a rope for a belt; I wear a small blouse and a jacket. My hair’s stuffed into a hat. I go about barefoot; mainly because I’ve yet to find suitable shoes.
A bit of mud and I can pass as a man.
That’s another problem. Women aren’t allowed to dress as men. I’d be severely punished if my father ever found out. Edward; the traitor, disapproved of me climbing up here every morning dressed as a man. So he wouldn’t come up here with me. As we get older Edward get’s more and more like our father. He’s intensely into politics and has started to show signs of wanting me to be more of a lady. Fortunately, I’m his favourite sparring partner so he won’t tell on me.
So here I sat, breaking every rule my father enforced, breaking quite a few laws as well. Just to see the sun rising, just to be alone, just to be free of everything happening below me. So there I sat waiting for the church bell to ring, telling me it was getting late.
Then the bell did ring, but not how I expected it to. The usual way it rang was once in the morning, to hold the morning communion; to pray to God and thank him for the new day. Once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. This time when the bell rang, it didn’t stop ringing. Which meant only one thing. Someone had died, someone very important had died.
Um, i've written up to chapter 5, but i decided not to post it all; it's a bit long....
Yours Forever
-Sky
Here's a story i'm writing (it's not finished yet) for my history project.
I know; my teachers seem to be setting loads of story essays!
Oh well,
Prologue
The questioner sat back in his chair and stared at the woman clad in black, she glared at him as her sister wept on her shoulder. Jane Verney, wife of Sir Edmund Verney had refused to give him any information on her husband’s whereabouts. She’d also stopped her sister, Anne Verney, from answering their questions; the poor woman was reduced to tears in her sister’s shoulders.
“I am deeply sorry that you can not help us m’am,” Said the questioner, feeling deeply sorry. This was going too far, the war should be won on the battle field, not by questioning women and children. “I am forced to bring questioning to your children; bring them in.”
The woman and her sister fell back into the doorway, as the guard brought in the two children. Both looked roughly sixteen. As soon as they entered the room the boy stepped forwards, leaving his sister behind him.
“So, Mr Verney, I have some questions to ask you, first what is your age?”
“Fifteen.” The boy answered, but he answered not in that of a boy, but in a manner of a man.
“Your name?”
“Edward Verney.”
“Your sister’s?”
The girl took a step forward; the guard followed her, keeping an arm around her shoulders, in an almost patronizing way.
“Bethany Verney,” She answered, her tone also surprised him for it held the sureness and certainty of a true gentleman’s.
“Your age child?”
“Fifteen.”
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I can guess,” She said coldly.
“You’re father is with the King.”
“Yes.” The boy answered this time.
“May I ask what you think of this.”
“My father is a clever and loyal man; that loyalty was to his life long friend; the King, although he may not agree with the King, he chose to help his friend. I think the King is a fool and a scut, who’s ruining the country. But I have not a word against my father.”
“And you Miss Verney?”
“My thoughts are the same.”
“We are with Parliament.”
“We noticed.” The boy said, nodding at the guard, clad in his Roundhead soberness.
“So naturally we are enemies.”
“I would think so, however I have no wish of fighting you.” The boy said.
“Why would you indeed? You are outnumbered.”
The girl laughed bitterly.
“You are mistaken my dear sir.”
“I am?”
“Edward and I could beat you with our eyes closed.”
“You fight?”
“I thought you would have realised that, given the nature of how you found us.”
“Indeed,” The questioner said, “But if you can beat us so, why do you stand there talking?”
“As Edward said, we have no wish of fighting you. We wish to choose a side, for we have realised that this war is too dangerous for us to remain neutral. Our older brother Ralph is with you, as we should be, but we want to consider the King’s side also, for we are no fools.” The girl smiled sadly at them.
“You think you’re here on your terms?”
“I know we’re here on our terms. We could have fled the field, we’d beaten your men. But instead we allowed ourselves to be escorted here.” The girl said.
“Well, I was under the impression you were here to be questioned by me.”
“Yes, we also have a question for you though.” The boy nodded at his sister.
“‘I have eaten his bread and served him near thirty years, and will not do so base a thing as to forsake him; and choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl sighed, “My father wrote so in a letter to us.”
“So now I ask you, why should we fight for you when our loyalty lies with the king?”
“But you are too young to fight!”
“Yes, you would think so, however we have fought, and although we don’t intend to fight in any more wars, we wish to choose a side to support and help.”
“Well Parliament is stronger and we are right, so naturally we shall win.”
“‘And choose rather to lose my life (which I am sure to do) to preserve and defend those things which are against my conscience to preserve and defend’” The girl said mournfully.
“Please!” Cried the questioner, “Let me ask you my question!”
“Ask away sir.” The boy said.
“Is your uncle fighting for the King?”
“No Parliament.”
“And when did you last see your father?”
Chapter 1
It was dawn. The sun’s golden rays crept through the dark gardens, reflecting off the fresh morning dew and spider webs. The roses gleamed red, the water droplets on their delicate petals glowing in the early morning light. A lark sang his mournful tune, until he was joined by another bird, and another. They chatted and sang and welcomed the new day.
Dawn was my favourite time of day. No one but the servants were awake, so I wouldn’t be missed. The best place to view the rising of the sun was on top of the bell tower; but since it was locked and very hard to climb to I couldn’t go there. Instead I had to make do with the roof of our estate.
I was risking a lot by being here. Not only was I sitting on the roof of one of the most expensive and important buildings in England, I was disobeying my father. My father has a dreadful temper. He is one of the king’s closest friends and supporters. He’s one of the richest men in England. And so I, his daughter, am expected to be a proper lady, who will marry a rich nobleman and bear many heirs.
As if.
I might have grown up to be a lady who sits at home and looks after her husband. If only I didn’t have a twin brother; Edward. Edward is everything a man should be, handsome, intelligent and strong. He enjoys hunting, riding, fighting and is quick witted. My father’s so proud. How does this affect me?
When we were younger we’d play together, the only children in a large household; though we’re still children now I suppose, just not young children. He soon discovered that I was a good fighter, a trusty friend and an excellent playmate. Together we’d climb the trees’ in the gardens, have sword fights using sticks and go riding around the grounds.
My father was furious of course, a young girl, climbing trees! Ruining her dresses! Riding horses like a man! Fighting, and beating I should add; though he’d never admit it, his son and heir! So I was forbidden to climb, fight or ride ever again. Naturally I rebelled and did all of them anyway, with the help of Edward. Only now, I had to be more careful.
I’m easily recognised; a fifteen year old girl, with flaming red hair and ‘intense’ blue eyes. My features didn’t help much. I said my brother was handsome; well he’s a part of me, my other half. In more ways than one; we both got our fathers strong looks, not to mention his strong will. I had strong cheekbones and a high neck.
Unfortunately, I also got my mother’s beauty. I have her red hair and pale skin. I have her soft nose and perfect lips. The combination of my parent’s appearances resulted in me looking like ‘a unique beauty’. My uncle, another powerful and important man, on first seeing me exclaimed; ‘By the gods George! You have an angel in your hands!’
My parents are extremely pleased with my ‘beauty’; it’s guaranteed to get me a good husband. Ugh. I’d trade anything to be someone else.
But as I was saying, I’m easily recognised. So in order to get out by myself I had to dress as a servant. I dress in simple trousers and use a rope for a belt; I wear a small blouse and a jacket. My hair’s stuffed into a hat. I go about barefoot; mainly because I’ve yet to find suitable shoes.
A bit of mud and I can pass as a man.
That’s another problem. Women aren’t allowed to dress as men. I’d be severely punished if my father ever found out. Edward; the traitor, disapproved of me climbing up here every morning dressed as a man. So he wouldn’t come up here with me. As we get older Edward get’s more and more like our father. He’s intensely into politics and has started to show signs of wanting me to be more of a lady. Fortunately, I’m his favourite sparring partner so he won’t tell on me.
So here I sat, breaking every rule my father enforced, breaking quite a few laws as well. Just to see the sun rising, just to be alone, just to be free of everything happening below me. So there I sat waiting for the church bell to ring, telling me it was getting late.
Then the bell did ring, but not how I expected it to. The usual way it rang was once in the morning, to hold the morning communion; to pray to God and thank him for the new day. Once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. This time when the bell rang, it didn’t stop ringing. Which meant only one thing. Someone had died, someone very important had died.
Um, i've written up to chapter 5, but i decided not to post it all; it's a bit long....
Yours Forever
-Sky
Tuesday 28 October 2008
What to blog???
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
I don't have anything to blog about!
Ahhhhhhh!
End of the world disaster!
*Wails pathetically*
Uh.......
Oh.
Well....
The world's at it's end,
And hey;
Guess what!
I'm not with family,
I'm not with friends,
I'm sat on my but,
Screaming;
"Oh c'mon this can't be it!,
The big finally,
The dreaded fall!"
Cause i mean, c'mon!
Isn't there supposed to be more?
Like flashing lights?
People running around?
Monsters taking over?
I mean the end is just a little bit...
Dull.
Hmph.
I was really expecting more.
Jeez, they really over exagerated this.
Oooohhh!
I wonder what that big red button would do if i push----
-----------------------BANG!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*poof*----------------------------------------------------------------------------
----Sky
I don't have anything to blog about!
Ahhhhhhh!
End of the world disaster!
*Wails pathetically*
Uh.......
Oh.
Well....
The world's at it's end,
And hey;
Guess what!
I'm not with family,
I'm not with friends,
I'm sat on my but,
Screaming;
"Oh c'mon this can't be it!,
The big finally,
The dreaded fall!"
Cause i mean, c'mon!
Isn't there supposed to be more?
Like flashing lights?
People running around?
Monsters taking over?
I mean the end is just a little bit...
Dull.
Hmph.
I was really expecting more.
Jeez, they really over exagerated this.
Oooohhh!
I wonder what that big red button would do if i push----
-----------------------BANG!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*poof*----------------------------------------------------------------------------
----Sky
Friday 24 October 2008
Photoshop!
I've discovered photshop!
And now i can do even crazier pictures!
WOOP!
Well, here's my two latest drawings improved on photoshop!
Yours Forever
-Sky
Tuesday 21 October 2008
Witchcraft...
"In this time,
And in this hour,
I call upon,
The ancient power.
Come to us,
Who call you near,
Come to us and settle here."
Quote from charmed, (cool TV program that's finished now.)
Below is a Quote from me :)
Magic of the heavens rise,
Take the darkness from my sight,
Clear the seas, clear the skies,
Let the darkness now be light.
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
LOL
Yours Forever
-Sky
And in this hour,
I call upon,
The ancient power.
Come to us,
Who call you near,
Come to us and settle here."
Quote from charmed, (cool TV program that's finished now.)
Below is a Quote from me :)
Magic of the heavens rise,
Take the darkness from my sight,
Clear the seas, clear the skies,
Let the darkness now be light.
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
LOL
Yours Forever
-Sky
Sunday 19 October 2008
Random Title, cause I really can't be bothered to think of one
My poem(s(i'm getting more published hopefull)) that are out there rocking the world aren't actually all that good. The worst one, which i did when i was eight, is about a waterfall, i would share it but i can't find the book it's published in; i'v just had a frantic search. When i find it i'll post my poem.
Er i'm not really in a poetic sorta mood but i'll have a random attempt for the sake of things.
From heaven,
Down to hell,
Spiraling downwards,
The angel fell.
Her golden cape,
Down to hell,
With bright white wings,
The angel fell.
Eyes a flame,
Down to hell,
A tortured soul,
The angel Fell.
Her soft white skin,
Down to hell,
Marked with blood,
The angel fell.
Her scream of pain,
Down to hell,
All hope lost.
The angel fell.
To hell.
God's wrath sent her down,
A fallen angel,
In her sins she'd drown.
Lol okay, maybe i don't actually need to be in a poetic mood to write good poetry.
Post more ASAP.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Er i'm not really in a poetic sorta mood but i'll have a random attempt for the sake of things.
From heaven,
Down to hell,
Spiraling downwards,
The angel fell.
Her golden cape,
Down to hell,
With bright white wings,
The angel fell.
Eyes a flame,
Down to hell,
A tortured soul,
The angel Fell.
Her soft white skin,
Down to hell,
Marked with blood,
The angel fell.
Her scream of pain,
Down to hell,
All hope lost.
The angel fell.
To hell.
God's wrath sent her down,
A fallen angel,
In her sins she'd drown.
Lol okay, maybe i don't actually need to be in a poetic mood to write good poetry.
Post more ASAP.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Saturday 18 October 2008
Can't think of an apropriate title
Fly On- Fangs' Blog,
Is my fav blog out there.
Neway, I'v posted loads on it,
I rly love the books and am totally obsessed.
So obsessed i'm writing my own stories of them, checking their blog thrice a day and rereading their boooks as well as reading any fan fics on them.
Also reading anything related 2 them.
Well,
That's all for now.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Oh yeah a note to the 'other' sky.
Sharing names is cool,
Sky's an awesome name.
Is my fav blog out there.
Neway, I'v posted loads on it,
I rly love the books and am totally obsessed.
So obsessed i'm writing my own stories of them, checking their blog thrice a day and rereading their boooks as well as reading any fan fics on them.
Also reading anything related 2 them.
Well,
That's all for now.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Oh yeah a note to the 'other' sky.
Sharing names is cool,
Sky's an awesome name.
Friday 17 October 2008
Subjects
English,
My best and worst subject.
(okay not as bad as technology and science; but i do well in those and hating them doesn't make them my worst subjects, just my worst nightmare)
I can write poetry, speeches and stories.
But that's about it.
I despise anything uncreative.
I adore anything creative.
So my favourite subjects are;
(from best to worst)
Drama
English-creative
Art
Music
French
Spanish
Maths- shock horror!
RE
PDC
PE
History
Geography
German
English- uncreative
Technology
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Hell
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Brussel Sprouts
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Science
Hm...
Who can guess what subject i despise?
Ah well
Post more soon
Yours Forever
-Sky
My best and worst subject.
(okay not as bad as technology and science; but i do well in those and hating them doesn't make them my worst subjects, just my worst nightmare)
I can write poetry, speeches and stories.
But that's about it.
I despise anything uncreative.
I adore anything creative.
So my favourite subjects are;
(from best to worst)
Drama
English-creative
Art
Music
French
Spanish
Maths- shock horror!
RE
PDC
PE
History
Geography
German
English- uncreative
Technology
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Hell
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Brussel Sprouts
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Science
Hm...
Who can guess what subject i despise?
Ah well
Post more soon
Yours Forever
-Sky
Thursday 16 October 2008
There's two sides to every story.
"There are two side to every story..."
Oh, it sounds so grown up and wise hm? Well here's a little fact.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY WRONG!
There are never two sides to every story.
There are THOUSANDS.
THOUSANDS of sides to every story.
So the next time someone says that correct them for me ;)
Oh and on the subject of stories.
(start of a story I've written about maximum ride- note i'm not james patterson, and all copyright goes to him, this is purely the beggining of something i wrote in apreciasion of his work)
(Copyrighted, even though that kinda stuff gets shot to hell on the internet)
What would you do?
Homeless,
Hunted,
Hated.
Would you flee?
Would you fight?
Would you give up?
Or would you save the world?
This is my story.
This is what I chose to do.
What happens, happens.
What’s happened has happened.
Let the story begin.
Oops!
G2G
Yours Foever
-Sky
Oh, it sounds so grown up and wise hm? Well here's a little fact.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY WRONG!
There are never two sides to every story.
There are THOUSANDS.
THOUSANDS of sides to every story.
So the next time someone says that correct them for me ;)
Oh and on the subject of stories.
(start of a story I've written about maximum ride- note i'm not james patterson, and all copyright goes to him, this is purely the beggining of something i wrote in apreciasion
(Copyrighted, even though that kinda stuff gets shot to hell on the internet)
What would you do?
Homeless,
Hunted,
Hated.
Would you flee?
Would you fight?
Would you give up?
Or would you save the world?
This is my story.
This is what I chose to do.
What happens, happens.
What’s happened has happened.
Let the story begin.
Oops!
G2G
Yours Foever
-Sky
Tuesday 14 October 2008
Who me draw manga on paint? Never...
Um okay maybe just this once.
I have way too much spare time.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Friday 10 October 2008
Story extracts!
All of these come from a story i wrote for a geography essay,
Enjoy =]
...Alice looked up at the guy holding the gun. ‘Now why’s this familiar? What is it with Psychos and pointing big guns at me? Must be a trend or something.’...
....“Hold your arm out.” The psycho growled.
“Bite me.” Spat Alice.
The Psycho turned red with anger. “Hold. Out. Your. Arm.”
“Go. Jump. Out. A. Window.”
He seemed to forget that he wanted to inject her arm, because next thing she knew, he was stabbing the syringe into her neck. Her last thought was, ‘Jeez this guy should get some aftershave…’...
...“Apparently there’s a birds eye view of the Amazon tour, every hour on the hour. A company called BSS; Best Sight to See, are the owners of the tour.”
“Uh, okay fine, will it take us to Alice?”
“No but I have a plan.”
“Of coarse you do,” Kat huffed.
“Yup.”
“Does it involve breaking, stealing, or generally blowing up, stuff?”
“Definitely.”
Kat sighed and rolled her eyes at him, “Then what are we waiting for?”...
...She was about to do some further research when Daniel came round the corner driving an Aston Martin Vanquish. “Oh my god!” Kat, who’d recently become a car fanatic almost fell to her knees, she ogled at he car, “Daniel, where did you find one?” She murmured.
“I know, great find huh? The owner will hardly miss it: I mean it was extremely funny getting it, anyway who has CCTV, lasers and a massive electric fence to protect a car? Well it was fun evading it.”
“You stole another car.” Kat groaned, her eyes staring hungrily at the car, “But a vanquish Daniel! You know they’re my favourite car! You have to let me drive!”
“No I don’t”
Kat growled and suddenly flung herself into the driver’s seat, which Daniel had jumped out of a second earlier. Which, to be honest, was the best thing to do if he didn’t want to be slaughtered. Kat stroked the driving wheel gently then made a contented noise in her throat before, waiting for Daniel to grab his laptop.
He jumped in, rolling his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out at him...
...Alice stared at him coldly, “Have I threatened you before? You seem familiar.”...
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...Kat looked around the aeroplane at the people surrounding her. Daniel; grinning manically at the thought of his plan. The plan he wouldn’t tell her. Hmph. There was a short man with a large nose, dressed in a loose but professional suit. A skinny woman who was wearing extremely bright lipstick and had heavy mascara on sat next to her. A tall man who had a pulled sort of look; he looked like he was about to sneeze; permanently. A lean man who was wearing a white t-shirt saying ‘Brasilia World of Paradise’ on it. And then the tour guide; whom had bright red hair pulled into a ponytail and his left ear was pierced three times. He was clean shaven and had dark green eyes; his ears looked slightly sunburned, but other than that he was nicely tanned.
All of a sudden Daniel sprang up and walked towards the cockpit.
“Where are you going?” Demanded the tour guide.
“Going to the toilet.” Daniel flashed his teeth at the ‘guide and pushed his way through the door.
“…But the toilets are down the other end of…”
The plane suddenly lurched downwards and Kat quickly dove into the cockpit to find the two pilots unconscious on the floor of the cockpit. Daniel sat grinning in the captain’s chair, flicking switches and pulling levers.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Shrieked Kat.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Daniel pressed a big red button and one of the seats ejected through the roof. Air started streaming in.
“CRASHING THE FREAKING PLANE!” Screamed Kat, grabbing his chair and sucking in her breath as the air in the cockpit got sucked out.
“Yup! I told you the plan involved breaking stuff!” Grinned Daniel tilting his head to one side as if deciding which button he should try pressing next.
“PIG!” Kat yelled before grabbing both pilots and pulling them into the main hanger. The tour guide and the passengers where all sitting down; gripping their seats and wearing oxygen masks. Another lurch of the plane and then the plane started spinning.
The guard looked in interest as the passing plane suddenly dropped in altitude and started flying slightly more towards him… The guard looked at the ‘base, it was an illegal ‘base because hunting chimpanzees was illegal. Since that’s what they did it was obvious that their headquarters nicknamed ‘the base’ was illegal. It was also extremely well hidden; as was their private runway. But that plane was getting awfully close…
He hated animals and especially hated the Amazon; what with all the rare and ‘beautiful’ wildlife it served as a home to. That’s why he’d taken the job. As he watched the plane began twirling madly…
Oh God! The aeroplane was coming straight towards the ‘base in a spiral of doom! He turned just as the plane hit the building. The explosion was phenomenal. There were no survivors.
‘Jeez’ Kat thought looking out the window, ‘where’d the other aeroplane come from? And why’d it crashed into that hidden building?’
“Kat, you wouldn’t happen to know how to land a plane without killing everyone in it would you?” Asked Daniel brightly.
“Nope not a clue.”
“Oh okay, just wondering”...
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...He quickly rushed towards the burning wreckage that was the plane. He jumped inside and quickly checked that the passengers where okay; they were. However Kat wasn’t. She was lying face down on the floor of the aeroplane.
“Kat?” Daniel said softly, “You dead?”
“What d’ya think?” She grumbled weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, she pushed herself upwards carefully. Her face was bruised; the left side was turning a horrible purple, but other than that she seemed unharmed.
“Jeez that must hurt,” He smiled at her.
“No duh!” She sat up and then suddenly smacked him across the face.
“Ow!” Daniel complained, “What was that for?”
“For crashing the plane!” She shrieked. Her pale grey eyes contrasted even more with the mangled side of her face; dark purple really set of the light, almost bright silver, tones in her eyes.
“Aw c’mon it was fun while it lasted-”
“PIG!” She yelled, jumping up and storming out of the aeroplane.
Daniel followed her and smiled wickedly as he spotted the small black vehicle.
“Oh Kat…” He slurred her name into two syllables.
“What!”
He flashed his teeth at her; grinning wildly. “That was just phase 1, now for phase 2…”
“WHAT!” Kat turned to stare at him; eyes wide, mouth hanging open in horror.
Daniel jogged off; leaving her gaping at the spot where he’d been standing.
A sudden call from above her made her look up.
“Oh My GOD!” Kat screamed, “YOU STOLE A HELICOPTER!!!!”
“Catch!” Yelled Daniel; throwing down a rope ladder. Kat caught it and began climbing all the while yelling, “I SWEAR; WHEN THIS IS OVER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!”
When she saw Daniel sitting in the pilot seat expertly controlling the helicopter she punched him hard in the back. “You can fly a helicopter but not an aeroplane!” She hissed.
“Yeah! It’s really luck actually; I mean it came free with a key, autopilot settings, a half eaten chocolate bar and a manual! Great huh?”
“Jerk.”...
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...“Ka-at,” Sang Daniel from the ‘drivers’ seat.
“What?” She bit her lip to stop herself from calling him anything really rude.
“I do believe I’ve found it!”
“Found ‘it’’,” Kat repeated.
“Mhmm.”
“Planning on telling me what ‘it’ is?”
“The place where Alice’s plane landed.”
“WHAT!” Kat ran up to him and looked down at the strip of cleared land.
“Jeez,” Daniel laughed, “How many private runways are there?”
“How can you be sure this is where Alice was?”
Daniel smiled and pointed at his mobile- which was propped on the ‘dashboard’ and had the same map with a red dot on as the laptop had.
“GPS is really very useful.” He smirked at her, “Plus I get free top up!”
Kat shoved him and he laughed; delighted to have annoyed her so much.
“Land.” She demanded, and then a thought struck her.
“Daniel… there aren’t any flight paths charted over this area."
“Hence the word ‘illegal psychopathic kidnappers’,” ...
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...“Daniel is it?” Asked Paul.
“Oops! MY mistake!” Alice grinned, “This is Kaniel and Dat.” She gestured at Daniel and Kat. Daniel snorted and muttered, “Kaniel?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, we want our hostage back; so, give her to us and no one gets hurt.” Paul snapped.
“Well unfortunately we do mind, so drop your guns before I shoot you.” Kat snarled.
“I’ll shoot her.” Paul said, aiming his gun at Alice’s forehead.
“Paul, Paul, Paaaaaauuuuuuuul. Why does that sound familiar?” Daniel asked, completely ignoring the situation and casually waggling his gun around, one second it was pointed at Kat the next at Alice, then at Paul, then at himself.
“Well Agent nine, it would, since you replaced me!” Spat Paul.
“What! I’m not agent nine!” Cried Agent nine in protest.
“Yes, ‘Kaniel’ is unemployed; he’s never been able to get a job… too annoying…” Kat smiled at Paul and rolled her eyes at Daniel.
“Yes, and ‘Dat’ here works at a very fun nightclub in my local neighbourhood...” Daniel said waggling his eyebrows at Kat who gaped at him in shock and utter horror.
“Well agent nine, agent seven,” Paul nodded at Kat, “I have you two to thank for this. If you hadn’t stopped me from stealing all the money from MI6 I wouldn’t have been kicked out! That and the fact that they replaced me because ‘I wasn’t good enough’! I decided I’d repay you by stealing all the money from MI6 via that little pest,” He jerked his thumb at Alice, “and then taking over the world... if I have time.”
“So it was you who stole all that money then was dumb enough to lose it!” Grinned Daniel.
“Yes well, I’m sick and tired of you stopping my plans! Prepare to die!”
“Well that’s friendly.” Alice said...
<>
Enjoy =]
...Alice looked up at the guy holding the gun. ‘Now why’s this familiar? What is it with Psychos and pointing big guns at me? Must be a trend or something.’...
....“Hold your arm out.” The psycho growled.
“Bite me.” Spat Alice.
The Psycho turned red with anger. “Hold. Out. Your. Arm.”
“Go. Jump. Out. A. Window.”
He seemed to forget that he wanted to inject her arm, because next thing she knew, he was stabbing the syringe into her neck. Her last thought was, ‘Jeez this guy should get some aftershave…’...
...“Apparently there’s a birds eye view of the Amazon tour, every hour on the hour. A company called BSS; Best Sight to See, are the owners of the tour.”
“Uh, okay fine, will it take us to Alice?”
“No but I have a plan.”
“Of coarse you do,” Kat huffed.
“Yup.”
“Does it involve breaking, stealing, or generally blowing up, stuff?”
“Definitely.”
Kat sighed and rolled her eyes at him, “Then what are we waiting for?”...
...She was about to do some further research when Daniel came round the corner driving an Aston Martin Vanquish. “Oh my god!” Kat, who’d recently become a car fanatic almost fell to her knees, she ogled at he car, “Daniel, where did you find one?” She murmured.
“I know, great find huh? The owner will hardly miss it: I mean it was extremely funny getting it, anyway who has CCTV, lasers and a massive electric fence to protect a car? Well it was fun evading it.”
“You stole another car.” Kat groaned, her eyes staring hungrily at the car, “But a vanquish Daniel! You know they’re my favourite car! You have to let me drive!”
“No I don’t”
Kat growled and suddenly flung herself into the driver’s seat, which Daniel had jumped out of a second earlier. Which, to be honest, was the best thing to do if he didn’t want to be slaughtered. Kat stroked the driving wheel gently then made a contented noise in her throat before, waiting for Daniel to grab his laptop.
He jumped in, rolling his eyes at her as she stuck her tongue out at him...
...Alice stared at him coldly, “Have I threatened you before? You seem familiar.”...
<
...Kat looked around the aeroplane at the people surrounding her. Daniel; grinning manically at the thought of his plan. The plan he wouldn’t tell her. Hmph. There was a short man with a large nose, dressed in a loose but professional suit. A skinny woman who was wearing extremely bright lipstick and had heavy mascara on sat next to her. A tall man who had a pulled sort of look; he looked like he was about to sneeze; permanently. A lean man who was wearing a white t-shirt saying ‘Brasilia World of Paradise’ on it. And then the tour guide; whom had bright red hair pulled into a ponytail and his left ear was pierced three times. He was clean shaven and had dark green eyes; his ears looked slightly sunburned, but other than that he was nicely tanned.
All of a sudden Daniel sprang up and walked towards the cockpit.
“Where are you going?” Demanded the tour guide.
“Going to the toilet.” Daniel flashed his teeth at the ‘guide and pushed his way through the door.
“…But the toilets are down the other end of…”
The plane suddenly lurched downwards and Kat quickly dove into the cockpit to find the two pilots unconscious on the floor of the cockpit. Daniel sat grinning in the captain’s chair, flicking switches and pulling levers.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Shrieked Kat.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Daniel pressed a big red button and one of the seats ejected through the roof. Air started streaming in.
“CRASHING THE FREAKING PLANE!” Screamed Kat, grabbing his chair and sucking in her breath as the air in the cockpit got sucked out.
“Yup! I told you the plan involved breaking stuff!” Grinned Daniel tilting his head to one side as if deciding which button he should try pressing next.
“PIG!” Kat yelled before grabbing both pilots and pulling them into the main hanger. The tour guide and the passengers where all sitting down; gripping their seats and wearing oxygen masks. Another lurch of the plane and then the plane started spinning.
The guard looked in interest as the passing plane suddenly dropped in altitude and started flying slightly more towards him… The guard looked at the ‘base, it was an illegal ‘base because hunting chimpanzees was illegal. Since that’s what they did it was obvious that their headquarters nicknamed ‘the base’ was illegal. It was also extremely well hidden; as was their private runway. But that plane was getting awfully close…
He hated animals and especially hated the Amazon; what with all the rare and ‘beautiful’ wildlife it served as a home to. That’s why he’d taken the job. As he watched the plane began twirling madly…
Oh God! The aeroplane was coming straight towards the ‘base in a spiral of doom! He turned just as the plane hit the building. The explosion was phenomenal. There were no survivors.
‘Jeez’ Kat thought looking out the window, ‘where’d the other aeroplane come from? And why’d it crashed into that hidden building?’
“Kat, you wouldn’t happen to know how to land a plane without killing everyone in it would you?” Asked Daniel brightly.
“Nope not a clue.”
“Oh okay, just wondering”...
<
...He quickly rushed towards the burning wreckage that was the plane. He jumped inside and quickly checked that the passengers where okay; they were. However Kat wasn’t. She was lying face down on the floor of the aeroplane.
“Kat?” Daniel said softly, “You dead?”
“What d’ya think?” She grumbled weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, she pushed herself upwards carefully. Her face was bruised; the left side was turning a horrible purple, but other than that she seemed unharmed.
“Jeez that must hurt,” He smiled at her.
“No duh!” She sat up and then suddenly smacked him across the face.
“Ow!” Daniel complained, “What was that for?”
“For crashing the plane!” She shrieked. Her pale grey eyes contrasted even more with the mangled side of her face; dark purple really set of the light, almost bright silver, tones in her eyes.
“Aw c’mon it was fun while it lasted-”
“PIG!” She yelled, jumping up and storming out of the aeroplane.
Daniel followed her and smiled wickedly as he spotted the small black vehicle.
“Oh Kat…” He slurred her name into two syllables.
“What!”
He flashed his teeth at her; grinning wildly. “That was just phase 1, now for phase 2…”
“WHAT!” Kat turned to stare at him; eyes wide, mouth hanging open in horror.
Daniel jogged off; leaving her gaping at the spot where he’d been standing.
A sudden call from above her made her look up.
“Oh My GOD!” Kat screamed, “YOU STOLE A HELICOPTER!!!!”
“Catch!” Yelled Daniel; throwing down a rope ladder. Kat caught it and began climbing all the while yelling, “I SWEAR; WHEN THIS IS OVER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!”
When she saw Daniel sitting in the pilot seat expertly controlling the helicopter she punched him hard in the back. “You can fly a helicopter but not an aeroplane!” She hissed.
“Yeah! It’s really luck actually; I mean it came free with a key, autopilot settings, a half eaten chocolate bar and a manual! Great huh?”
“Jerk.”...
<
...“Ka-at,” Sang Daniel from the ‘drivers’ seat.
“What?” She bit her lip to stop herself from calling him anything really rude.
“I do believe I’ve found it!”
“Found ‘it’’,” Kat repeated.
“Mhmm.”
“Planning on telling me what ‘it’ is?”
“The place where Alice’s plane landed.”
“WHAT!” Kat ran up to him and looked down at the strip of cleared land.
“Jeez,” Daniel laughed, “How many private runways are there?”
“How can you be sure this is where Alice was?”
Daniel smiled and pointed at his mobile- which was propped on the ‘dashboard’ and had the same map with a red dot on as the laptop had.
“GPS is really very useful.” He smirked at her, “Plus I get free top up!”
Kat shoved him and he laughed; delighted to have annoyed her so much.
“Land.” She demanded, and then a thought struck her.
“Daniel… there aren’t any flight paths charted over this area."
“Hence the word ‘illegal psychopathic kidnappers’,” ...
<
<
...“Daniel is it?” Asked Paul.
“Oops! MY mistake!” Alice grinned, “This is Kaniel and Dat.” She gestured at Daniel and Kat. Daniel snorted and muttered, “Kaniel?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, we want our hostage back; so, give her to us and no one gets hurt.” Paul snapped.
“Well unfortunately we do mind, so drop your guns before I shoot you.” Kat snarled.
“I’ll shoot her.” Paul said, aiming his gun at Alice’s forehead.
“Paul, Paul, Paaaaaauuuuuuuul. Why does that sound familiar?” Daniel asked, completely ignoring the situation and casually waggling his gun around, one second it was pointed at Kat the next at Alice, then at Paul, then at himself.
“Well Agent nine, it would, since you replaced me!” Spat Paul.
“What! I’m not agent nine!” Cried Agent nine in protest.
“Yes, ‘Kaniel’ is unemployed; he’s never been able to get a job… too annoying…” Kat smiled at Paul and rolled her eyes at Daniel.
“Yes, and ‘Dat’ here works at a very fun nightclub in my local neighbourhood...” Daniel said waggling his eyebrows at Kat who gaped at him in shock and utter horror.
“Well agent nine, agent seven,” Paul nodded at Kat, “I have you two to thank for this. If you hadn’t stopped me from stealing all the money from MI6 I wouldn’t have been kicked out! That and the fact that they replaced me because ‘I wasn’t good enough’! I decided I’d repay you by stealing all the money from MI6 via that little pest,” He jerked his thumb at Alice, “and then taking over the world... if I have time.”
“So it was you who stole all that money then was dumb enough to lose it!” Grinned Daniel.
“Yes well, I’m sick and tired of you stopping my plans! Prepare to die!”
“Well that’s friendly.” Alice said...
<
...Alice stood under Christ the Redeemer and looked at giant statue. She was so small in comparison. No one here, excluding Kat and Daniel, knew who she was, cared who she was… She felt the same overwhelming power she’d found in the Alps and breathed deeply, looking at the beautiful city around her.
And she realised then. This was a world of beauty, a world full of such amazing things, such amazing people. She knew she was amazing. And she knew that the world needed her. She would be there for the world. She’d help craft this beautiful picture, full of life and love. She would destroy the black stains of hatred and pain. She’d sculpt the world into a better place.
She’d change the world....
And she realised then. This was a world of beauty, a world full of such amazing things, such amazing people. She knew she was amazing. And she knew that the world needed her. She would be there for the world. She’d help craft this beautiful picture, full of life and love. She would destroy the black stains of hatred and pain. She’d sculpt the world into a better place.
She’d change the world....
Your's Forever
-Sky
Thursday 9 October 2008
Avenging Angel :)
I clense your soul,
I heal your heart,
In spirit and mind,
You are free.
May light guide you,
And darkness fall,
I shall protect you,
Wherever you go.
Above is how to really bug Vampires :} lol, mad huh?
Below is the mosat annoying song in the world!
Join the army,
Travel the world,
Meet interesting people,
And kill them!
Tralalala!
I hate that song.
*shivers*
On the subject of hating things,
This is the most annoying line ever!
If men aren't angels, then angels aren't men.
On the subject of Angels;
“I am the begging,” She whispered, “I am the end, I am the light and I am the dark, I’m the saviour and I’m the destroyer, and now I’m your greatest nightmare. Go to hell you bastard!” She pointed the gun in between his eyes, and took the shot.
His last memory was of her, an avenging angel standing above him, protecting herself and her friends. And as he slowly felt his consciousness disappearing he realised what she’d reminded him of. He shivered unhappily; she had the air and power about her that seemed to be held in churches, the age and knowledge subtle but brilliant. A timeless aura filled with respect and light. She was the most terrifying and beautiful person he’d ever met. And she’d killed him.
Random story extraxt written by moi!
Unfotunately not under copyright :(
Ah well
Thats enough for now!
Yours Forever
-Sky
I heal your heart,
In spirit and mind,
You are free.
May light guide you,
And darkness fall,
I shall protect you,
Wherever you go.
Above is how to really bug Vampires :} lol, mad huh?
Below is the mosat annoying song in the world!
Join the army,
Travel the world,
Meet interesting people,
And kill them!
Tralalala!
I hate that song.
*shivers*
On the subject of hating things,
This is the most annoying line ever!
If men aren't angels, then angels aren't men.
On the subject of Angels;
“I am the begging,” She whispered, “I am the end, I am the light and I am the dark, I’m the saviour and I’m the destroyer, and now I’m your greatest nightmare. Go to hell you bastard!” She pointed the gun in between his eyes, and took the shot.
His last memory was of her, an avenging angel standing above him, protecting herself and her friends. And as he slowly felt his consciousness disappearing he realised what she’d reminded him of. He shivered unhappily; she had the air and power about her that seemed to be held in churches, the age and knowledge subtle but brilliant. A timeless aura filled with respect and light. She was the most terrifying and beautiful person he’d ever met. And she’d killed him.
Random story extraxt written by moi!
Unfotunately not under copyright :(
Ah well
Thats enough for now!
Yours Forever
-Sky
Wednesday 8 October 2008
About 'the light'
Just to explain;
My poetry and stories aren't meant to be depressing.
I know some of them are.
I'm not a Christian but I believe there's something more.
I believe that i'm psychic (jokes).
appologies if anything i write is misleading; i'm not depressed or convinced the worlds doomed;
(GO ME!)
anyway on an upnote another poem...
Well actually this is from Max's POV.
Max as in maximum ride.
Anyway, it's from when she's locked in an isolation tank.
It's daunting and um well plain scary according to my firends.
Ah well!
Enjoy;
My poetry and stories aren't meant to be depressing.
I know some of them are.
I'm not a Christian but I believe there's something more.
I believe that i'm psychic (jokes).
appologies if anything i write is misleading; i'm not depressed or convinced the worlds doomed;
(GO ME!)
anyway on an upnote another poem...
Well actually this is from Max's POV.
Max as in maximum ride.
Anyway, it's from when she's locked in an isolation tank.
It's daunting and um well plain scary according to my firends.
Ah well!
Enjoy;
Darkness,
Tinted red,
Inside my mind,
Inside my head.
Blankness,
Hazed and dull,
Inside my head,
Inside my skull.
Loneliness,
Alone in pain,
Inside my skull,
Inside my brain.
Trapped,
Unable to escape,
Inside my brain;
Inside there's hate.
Scared,
I can't see, breathe, smell or hear,
Inside there's hate,
Inside there's fear.
Determination,
They may have me now,
Inside there’s fear,
Inside my soul.
Patience,
Waiting for them to drop their guard,
Inside my soul,
Inside my heart.
Patience,
Waiting for them to drop their guard,
Inside my soul,
Inside my heart.
Prisoner,
I’m in a cage,
Inside my heart,
Inside there’s rage.
Rage,
They may have me,
But not for long,
One day soon I’ll be free.
Revenge,
When the time comes,
They will flee,
But I will get them.
I’m in a cage,
Inside my heart,
Inside there’s rage.
Rage,
They may have me,
But not for long,
One day soon I’ll be free.
Revenge,
When the time comes,
They will flee,
But I will get them.
And soon they'll see;
Their greatest nightmare.
Their greatest nightmare.
It's me.
Yours Forever
-Sky
I'm in a poetic sorta mood :D
Darkness is cold,
Brittle and bare,
Without a soul,
Without a care.
The light can shine,
But never compare,
To the darkness,
In there.
Light just pushes,
What won't go away,
There's always darkness,
In night and day.
Beware the dark,
Those who value your lives,
But don't use the light,
Thats no way to survive.
Don't run from it,
But embrace it instead,
The darkness in spirit,
Inside body and head.
Lol g2g
Yours forever
-Sky
Brittle and bare,
Without a soul,
Without a care.
The light can shine,
But never compare,
To the darkness,
In there.
Light just pushes,
What won't go away,
There's always darkness,
In night and day.
Beware the dark,
Those who value your lives,
But don't use the light,
Thats no way to survive.
Don't run from it,
But embrace it instead,
The darkness in spirit,
Inside body and head.
Lol g2g
Yours forever
-Sky
Tuesday 7 October 2008
Art done by moi!
Right guys no jokes I did this on paint.
Paint!
'Cause i got bored :I
And Yeah, I just changed the highlights and eyes but i drew the original so it doesn't matter!
Yours Forever
-Sky
Poems #2
Hi this is kind of an antidote to my last poem,
Enjoy;
I fly so high,
I fly so free,
The world,
No longer bothers me.
I fly with peace,
I fly without fear,
The end of the world,
Is no longer near.
I fly in fresh air,
Not amongst smoke,
The world can breathe,
And no longer choke.
I fly amongst blue sky,
Not black or brown,
The skies are clear,
And so’s the ground.
I fly with the knowledge,
That the world’s been saved,
No more darkness,
No more hate.
I fly without burden,
The world is so clear
The pollution and dangers,
Are gone from here.
I fly with happiness,
I fly with friends,
I’ll fly forever
Until the world ends.
Hoped you like it,
Yours Forever
-Sky
Enjoy;
I fly so high,
I fly so free,
The world,
No longer bothers me.
I fly with peace,
I fly without fear,
The end of the world,
Is no longer near.
I fly in fresh air,
Not amongst smoke,
The world can breathe,
And no longer choke.
I fly amongst blue sky,
Not black or brown,
The skies are clear,
And so’s the ground.
I fly with the knowledge,
That the world’s been saved,
No more darkness,
No more hate.
I fly without burden,
The world is so clear
The pollution and dangers,
Are gone from here.
I fly with happiness,
I fly with friends,
I’ll fly forever
Until the world ends.
Hoped you like it,
Yours Forever
-Sky
Friday 3 October 2008
Poetry
Light filtered through the clearing,
Falling in slants of golden colour,
It lit the valley up.
The bright colours of the rainbow,
Twirling round, and round, and round.
The beauty and the feeling!
It’s impossible to describe.
My small bit of paradise.
The shaft of colour’s fading,
The light gone away,
A dim and dusty aura,
Takes the rainbow’s place.
The valley falls to twilight,
All sunlight now forgot,
The beauty still remains though,
The paradise does not.
There are no pretty colours,
There is no longer any light,
The time of sun has gone now,
And darkness fills my sight.
The cold is cruel and brittle,
The suffering long and fierce,
And only distant memories,
Of a paradise still exist.
There is no lovely valley,
There is no hope, just fear,
The world has been in darkness,
For many, many years.
Once there was brightness,
That lit this world right up,
But all that’s left here now,
Is a beauty that was left to rot.
The world has been poisoned,
Its soul destroyed by us,
For we are the people,
Of the planet earth.
We destroyed our world’s true beauty,
And spoiled her bright and lovely name,
We polluted and we poisoned,
And set the world aflame.
I mentioned I was good at poetry right?
^_^
Yours Forever
-Sky
Falling in slants of golden colour,
It lit the valley up.
The bright colours of the rainbow,
Twirling round, and round, and round.
The beauty and the feeling!
It’s impossible to describe.
My small bit of paradise.
The shaft of colour’s fading,
The light gone away,
A dim and dusty aura,
Takes the rainbow’s place.
The valley falls to twilight,
All sunlight now forgot,
The beauty still remains though,
The paradise does not.
There are no pretty colours,
There is no longer any light,
The time of sun has gone now,
And darkness fills my sight.
The cold is cruel and brittle,
The suffering long and fierce,
And only distant memories,
Of a paradise still exist.
There is no lovely valley,
There is no hope, just fear,
The world has been in darkness,
For many, many years.
Once there was brightness,
That lit this world right up,
But all that’s left here now,
Is a beauty that was left to rot.
The world has been poisoned,
Its soul destroyed by us,
For we are the people,
Of the planet earth.
We destroyed our world’s true beauty,
And spoiled her bright and lovely name,
We polluted and we poisoned,
And set the world aflame.
I mentioned I was good at poetry right?
^_^
Yours Forever
-Sky
Tuesday 30 September 2008
For Queen and Country
Okay a new career choice has just opened appeared!
I mean I've always thought I'd become an actress or join the army.
But now a new choice has appeared!
Prime Minister/ President.
Depending on which country i decide to live in.
Well what do you have to be able to do to be the leader of a country?
Well you have to be smart.
Check.
You have to care about your country.
Check.
You have to be good with the law.
Minus a billion check.
You have to be good at making speeches and meaning what you say.
Checkaroo!
You have to care for the world.
Whoop! Check!
What else do you have to be?
I don't know.
Oh well.
I'll consider it.
I mean I'd make a pretty darn good world leader.
Plus I might actually sort out poverty once and for all!
*CHEERS!*
It's just all the law and campaigning and publicity and being famous.
*Shivers*
Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.
I have no problem with the press.
Just most of the FREE (For God's sake people we need to sort that out!) world to know your name and who you are.
I could save the world.
But I'd get the credit, and that is the opposite of what i want.
Anyhoo I'll post more soon.
Yours Forever
-Budding Author/ President/ Prime Minister/ Actress
I mean I've always thought I'd become an actress or join the army.
But now a new choice has appeared!
Prime Minister/ President.
Depending on which country i decide to live in.
Well what do you have to be able to do to be the leader of a country?
Well you have to be smart.
Check.
You have to care about your country.
Check.
You have to be good with the law.
Minus a billion check.
You have to be good at making speeches and meaning what you say.
Checkaroo!
You have to care for the world.
Whoop! Check!
What else do you have to be?
I don't know.
Oh well.
I'll consider it.
I mean I'd make a pretty darn good world leader.
Plus I might actually sort out poverty once and for all!
*CHEERS!*
It's just all the law and campaigning and publicity and being famous.
*Shivers*
Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.
I have no problem with the press.
Just most of the FREE (For God's sake people we need to sort that out!) world to know your name and who you are.
I could save the world.
But I'd get the credit, and that is the opposite of what i want.
Anyhoo I'll post more soon.
Yours Forever
-Budding Author/ President/ Prime Minister/ Actress
Sunday 28 September 2008
Monty Python
Right simething else random about me I Love Monty Pythons movies.
My favourite has to be 'The Life of Brian.
God, it cracks meup just thinking about it.
Lol.
Always look o the bright side of life.
Rofl.
Well, I've got a lot of work to do, so i may not post 4 a while.
Yours Forever
-Sky
My favourite has to be 'The Life of Brian.
God, it cracks meup just thinking about it.
Lol.
Always look o the bright side of life.
Rofl.
Well, I've got a lot of work to do, so i may not post 4 a while.
Yours Forever
-Sky
Thursday 25 September 2008
Amazing.
Empathy.
A pretty cool gift.
Being able to tell how others are feeling.
Being able to see things from anothers point of view.
You'd have to be a very strong willed/ minded person to cope with that.
Imagine if you were an empath?
What would you do?
Help the others you can feel suffering?
Ignore everyone and go somewhere where no one will ever find you?
Blame the world for your troubles and cope with the extra emotions.
Would you save the world?
I want to.
A dream shared by many.
I can use empathy, anyone can if they really want to.
I can see how the people who don't help feel.
I can see how those who suffer must feel.
I've joined numerous causes to try and save the world.
But I'm not enough.
If you read this, PLEASE help.
Get your friends to help.
Get your friend's friends to help.
Eventually the world will be saved.
But how is empathy related to this?
Imagine if you could feel how half the people in the world feel.
Slaves, homeless people, those in poverty.
If you felt what they felt you would pobably die right then and there.
You wouldn't be able to cope.
But they do.
They're braver, miles braver, than any of us.
They're brave enough to survive.
Though even the brave need help.
The world needs help.
I need you're help.
We need you're help.
You.
Sitting there reading this.
Go do something!
Even if all you do is tell someone.
Tell them about how we need help.
What harm would it do?
Just passing on a simple message?
None.
But it would do a world of good.
Because knowing is the first step.
Caring is the second.
Doing is the third.
This message summarised;
Open your eyes,
Look at the world around you,
It's a disgrace.
Your world needs you.
It needs saving soon.
Your world needs you.
There are people suffering,
Your world needs you.
Tell someone, anyone,
The world needs you.
Do something.
The world needs you.
The,
World,
Needs,
You.
Help them
Help those suffering; dying.
Help change the world.
We need you.
You're the only one who can save us.
PLEASE, PLEASE save us.
Tell someone,
Do something.
Save the world.
A pretty ordinary day huh?
I'll post more soon.
Yours Forever
-Sky
A pretty cool gift.
Being able to tell how others are feeling.
Being able to see things from anothers point of view.
You'd have to be a very strong willed/ minded person to cope with that.
Imagine if you were an empath?
What would you do?
Help the others you can feel suffering?
Ignore everyone and go somewhere where no one will ever find you?
Blame the world for your troubles and cope with the extra emotions.
Would you save the world?
I want to.
A dream shared by many.
I can use empathy, anyone can if they really want to.
I can see how the people who don't help feel.
I can see how those who suffer must feel.
I've joined numerous causes to try and save the world.
But I'm not enough.
If you read this, PLEASE help.
Get your friends to help.
Get your friend's friends to help.
Eventually the world will be saved.
But how is empathy related to this?
Imagine if you could feel how half the people in the world feel.
Slaves, homeless people, those in poverty.
If you felt what they felt you would pobably die right then and there.
You wouldn't be able to cope.
But they do.
They're braver, miles braver, than any of us.
They're brave enough to survive.
Though even the brave need help.
The world needs help.
I need you're help.
We need you're help.
You.
Sitting there reading this.
Go do something!
Even if all you do is tell someone.
Tell them about how we need help.
What harm would it do?
Just passing on a simple message?
None.
But it would do a world of good.
Because knowing is the first step.
Caring is the second.
Doing is the third.
This message summarised;
Open your eyes,
Look at the world around you,
It's a disgrace.
Your world needs you.
It needs saving soon.
Your world needs you.
There are people suffering,
Your world needs you.
Tell someone, anyone,
The world needs you.
Do something.
The world needs you.
The,
World,
Needs,
You.
Help them
Help those suffering; dying.
Help change the world.
We need you.
You're the only one who can save us.
PLEASE, PLEASE save us.
Tell someone,
Do something.
Save the world.
A pretty ordinary day huh?
I'll post more soon.
Yours Forever
-Sky
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