Monday, November 8, 2010

Broken Home

So I took a little break from the story (okay, like a major long one) But instead of spending my time working more on this story, I spent my time writing a depressing poem.  I have no idea why, because I do not feel depressed at all- quiet the opposite actually.  I feel very blessed, and love my life right now!  So anywho- here it is:


She fights back the tears
As she watches them fight
Wishing that they would stop
Wishing with all her might
She tries to block them out
The venomous word they shout
She holds her hands to her ears
Trying to stop the tears
As she runs from the room
The echoes, they follow her
Like demons in the night
 They taunt her and tease her
 As her world becomes drained of light
She doesn’t want to go back
Back to her broken home
Back to the emptiness
 Her world has become
The tears flow freely down
Down her cheeks
Down her chin
Down to the puddle on the cold, cement floor
Pain fills her body
Down to her core
“What did I do to make them fight like this?”
She cries
As tears once again fill her eyes
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
She sorrowfully screams
Hours have gone by
Or so it seems
She slowly gets up
As if in a dream
She walks back to the home
Of hatred and strife
A prison she’s been in all her life
The screams once again appear
Sounds of brokenness is all she can hear
She walks passed the room that the voices are in
Knowing that it won’t stop until one of them wins
She closes her door
And looks up to Heaven
Tired of having her parents at war
“What have I done to make them do this?”
She cries once more
Silence
No answer
She falls to the floor
“Just take my life, Lord!”
She pleads with her Father
“Take me Home, so I’m no longer a bother!”
She looks around her room
An idea
It pops into her head
She could be with her Father right now
Right now if she were dead
Without thinking she climbs out her window
Onto her roof
That is now covered in the winter’s white snow
The cool air hits her like a blanket of ice
But she doesn’t feel it
As she takes the Devil’s advice
And looks down at the ground
And takes a step without a sound
It took an hour
Before her body was found
This is a poem
About a broken girl
And her broken heart
Who left this world
 And her broken home.

Monday, September 6, 2010

A Shocking Discovery

Slowly as he got closer to it, Paul could hear small raps of breaths. He knew now that it was a human. Whether good or bad, he did not know. All he knew was that they had been overheard, and the eavesdropper needed to be caught.


As he got closer still, he could finely make out the form of a young man- not yet one and twenty, it seemed.

When he got close enough to the bush, He lunged at the form, and tackled it to the ground.

A painful grunt came from the stranger’s mouth, as Paul nailed his face into the rocky, dirt ground.

After the stranger stopped struggling, Paul loosened his grip on the man, and sat him up on his knees.

“Who are you and what all did you hear?” Paul demanded.

“No one and nothing!” The boy shot back, raising his head to look at Paul.

A ray of moonlight hit the boy’s face, just enough to barely make out his features, but Christine recognized him as the boy who cried earlier.

“I asked you a question, soldier, and I expect an answer from you!” While he said this, Paul raised his fist to strike him.

“No! Wait!” Christine pleaded, running the short distance between them. “I’ve seen him before!” She said. “He’s okay. He’s one of us.”

Paul seemed unconvinced, for he still had his hand in the air. Christine grabbed his wrist, and slowly lowered it down, not realizing how much her touch had affected him. Turning to the boy, she slowly released Paul’s wrist, and gazed into his eyes. Those eyes. That face. So familiar.

“Who are you?” She asked. “Why do you look so familiar?”

The boy’s breathing became heavier now, as if he was nervous of the question.

“I-I” He started to say. “I- can’t. I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” Christine asked, her temper now rising. How could someone look so familiar, and she not recognize them?

The boy lowered his head as if in shame. All he said was “I’m sorry.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed his chin with her hand and pulled it up so that he would look at her.

“Why won’t you tell us?” She yelled in his face.

Apparently the boy had had enough, for he blurted out in the same loud voice, “Because I’m your brother! That’s why!!”

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The second chapter to The Duchess of Derbyshire

Secrets unveiled


“Get your grimy hands off me!” Christine ordered as she attempted to push one of the men away.


They just laughed at her, and kept walking. Soon they came to an opening in the forest where there were more men and tents set up. From the looks of it, these men had been in this spot for quite some time. Christine looked around, searching for Paul. As if he could read her thoughts, one of the men whispered,

“They took him to our commander.”

Christine looked at him. He couldn’t be more than her age. His big blue-green eyes looked sorrowfully at her. Tears suddenly filled his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, but instead he turned and walked swiftly away. Puzzled at this, Christine watched him walk away, he somehow looked familiar. She tried to think of where she had seen him before, but nothing came to mind. The other two men led her to a post in the middle of the camp; there they tied her wrists together. She cried out in pain when one of the men tied the rope too tightly. He chuckled, but the other man slapped the back of his head and loosened the rope around her wrist.

“Why are you doing this to us?” Christine asked the man who had loosened the rope.

“Why don’t you ask your man when he comes and joins you?” He replied.

“He is not my ‘man’! He is quite the opposite!” She stated coldly.

His voice boomed as laughter flowed from his lips.

“So you give that kind of kiss to everyone you dislike? Does that mean that you’ll give me one too? Or do you like me?”

Her face burned with embarrassment. No one had ever said anything to her like that before, and she was speechless.

“I-uh- no.” She stammered. Her thoughts were suddenly jumbled together.

He laughed again, and walked away.

Christine sat there in the dirt, watching men sharpen their tools, and talk to each other. Sometimes there would be a disagreement, and a few punches would be thrown, but the hours drug on. Christine became very uncomfortable, and tired. She moved around a couple of times until she found a comfortable position. After a while she nodded off.

A foot kicked the sole of her foot, and she sat up, startled. She looked up, and squinted against the sun that was beating down in her eyes. A shadowy form hovered over her. She opened her mouth to scream, but a “Silence, Woman!” stopped her in her tracks. Instead of the scream, she cried out “Paul!” Then memories of the hours before came back, and the tone of her voice changed from relief to anger as she once again said his name. “Paul! How could you do this to me? Where have you been? Why are you freed, and I’m still tied up?!”

“Well, if you would shut your mouth, I would gladly untie you.” He retorted. He bent down, and took a knife out of his pocket and started to untie her.

“Who are these men? And why did they take us? Why did you have to see the Commander?” She tossed out questions.

He gave her a grim look and said “You ask too many questions. They should have gagged you too.”

Ignoring his remark she asked again “Who are these men?”

“They are soldiers.”

“Who’s?”

“Mine.”

Christine was stunned. “How can they be yours? You’re not royalty! And if they were yours, why did they handle us in this matter and tie me up?”

Paul, who by now had finished untying her, threw the knife on the ground and started to swiftly stomp away.

“Oh don’t you dare walk away from me again!” Christine yelled fighting to get up, for the hours that she had been on the ground had left her joints stiff and sore. “Answer my question Sir!” She persisted.

He suddenly stopped and turned around, which caused Christine to bump into him. She could feel the tingles shoot through her being once again. She took a step back, but still kept eye contact with him.

His voice was husky when he said, “You know nothing about me. All that I told you back there in your world was a lie.”

“My world? And yes- I know that. Are you going to tell me the truth now?”

He hesitated before saying, “This here is my world. This is where I grew up. Here I am known as Prince William- the next heir to the throne.”

“W-what?!” Christine exclaimed. Normally she wouldn’t believe a story like that, but seeing this place changed her opinion. “Why did they treat you they did back in the field?”

Paul sighed and said, “Three weeks ago my father became deathly ill, after much investigation, my uncle was discovered to have been poisoning his food. But before we could capture him, he released an army he had been secretly forming. They overthrew my father’s empire, and I was forced into hiding. And my father- I don’t know if he is still alive.”

Christine couldn’t believe her ears. This man was a prince? In hiding?

“How did you discover my world? And- once again- why did your army treat you like they did?”

Paul looked around before answering, “My old tutor discovered your world years ago. He was experimenting with some new potions when he accidently spilt two of them together, it exploded, and when the smoke died down, there formed a hole in the ground. He dared to go into the hole and in there was a staircase. He followed it down, and there was a tunnel. He followed the tunnel until it ended. That is when he came upon your world. He had never seen anything like it. People were everywhere, no one showed respect for anyone. There were thieves and liars, heartless and cruel men, and women were allowing themselves to be treated like trash.”

Christine looked down and her cheeks blushed when he got to the end.

Paul saw it, but continued anyway. “He spent a whole day in your world.  After that one day, he vowed to never go there again. He kept his secret hidden until my life was endangered. He saw no other way to keep me safe.”

Christine was silent as she processed everything Paul was telling her. He allowed a minute of silence, then continued.

“The reason my soldiers treated me that way is because my uncle got a hold of some of my professor’s potion, and is now able to change to anyone and anything he chooses. A week before I went into hiding he made himself look like me, and tried to get my army and his to combine. Luckily my commander knew better than to believe that, and asked for identification. Well my uncle of course had no idea he meant our secret password, and so he knew at once that it wasn’t me.”

“Why didn’t your commander take your uncle into custody?” She asked.

“He couldn’t do anything while my uncle was still dressed like me. Everyone there thought that he was me.”

“Oh. Right.” Christine replied.

Right then, a noise in the bushes next to them stopped anymore talking. Paul put his finger to his lips, signaling for Christine to be quiet. Slowly Paul moved towards the bush, whoever or whatever was in there could have easily heard their conversation. If it was a man, then they were in trouble.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Duchess of Derbyshire





Christine slowly rose to her feet, her big, almond-shaped, green-blue eyes scanning her surroundings with confusion. She looked franticly around for Paul, but he was nowhere in sight.

“I never should have followed him into the door in the wall!” She exclaimed. “Why is he so- erg!”

She balled her hands up to make fists, and with an exasperated sigh started walking through the tall, untamed, grass.

“Paul!” she cried. “Paul where are you?!”

She heard a twig snap in the woods a few feet away, and spun quickly around. She couldn’t see anything, but timidly made her way to that area. She shivered as thoughts of a wild beast hiding in the woods, ready to pounce, filled her mind.

“P-Paul.” She stammered. “T-this is the last time I’m calling out for you! I’m going to leave you! I’m going back to the chamber!”

Suddenly leaves started to crinkle, there was a low growl, and then a shadowy form rushed towered her. She held up her arms in a protective stance, and with a scream, closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of it all. Laughter suddenly broke out into the air. Christine opened her eyes to find Paul standing before her, arms crossed, with an amused look on his face; his own blue eyes dancing with fun. “That wasn’t funny Paul!” Christine yelled, as she rushed towered him. “It could have been a lion, and I could have been attacked and killed!”

His laughter grew louder as she said this, which made her anger rise even more. Before she thought, she felt her hand swiftly flow across his right cheek. The laughter stopped, and was replaced by a glare, as he lifted his hand to his, now reddened cheek. His other hand flew up to return the slap, but caught himself in time.

“Never” he said in a horse voice, “do that again. I am no gentleman, Madam. The next time you strike me, it will be returned.”

As he said this he turned away and started walking in the direction of the woods. Christine let the breath out that she had involuntarily held, while he was making his short speech.

“Well that is the first truthful thing that you have told me since we have met!” She shot back.

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She gathered the skirt to her dress up in her arms and stomped to where he was.

“That” she stated, “Meant that since the moment we were introduced, you have told me nothing but lies!”

“Oh! And that was so long ago!” He sarcastically shot back, “Because I’m supposed to tell everyone woman that I meet at a ball- a fortnight before- the entire truth about my life!”

“Well it would be easier for people to trust you!” She declared.

“Oh it didn’t seem you had any problem trusting me when I said my father was the Duke of Derbyshire, and that I was to inherit the whole property!” He accused.

She gasped, and he could tell that he hit a nerve. She lifted her head up to look into his eyes, for they were now close enough that she could feel his warm, breath on her hair.

“I would have danced with you anyway.” She whispered. “I would have danced with anyone to get away from Mr. Dunnford!

He chuckled, and she laughed. Suddenly she realized how close they actually were. She quickly stepped back, to put proper distance in between them. As she did this, her foot got caught on the hem of her dress; she lost her balance, and with a small scream, fell backwards. Paul reached out with one of his strong arms, and caught her around her waist; and with the other, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to himself to steady her. She made some unsteady raps of breaths before he could tell that she was calm and steady, though he still did not release her. The closeness of her body to his shot chills up and down his whole being. She looked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes, now scared and confused-the look of pure innocence. He wondered on the inside how a woman of her age- almost one and twenty- could still have this much innocence still in her. The thought took control of him, and he looked deeply into her eyes, mesmerized by it all. He suddenly could contain himself no longer, as he lowered his head to kiss her. He could hear a slight gasp escape her lips as realization dawned on her as to what was happening, though she did not pull away. As his lips touched hers, she moved her head back slightly, unsure of what she should do, but he pulled her closer, and moved his head closer to hers to make up for the small distance she had just put between them. This time when their lips touched, she didn’t fight it, and he kissed her more passionately then anyone he had ever kissed before. Heat filled his being as he did this, and he heard her moan. He suddenly pulled away and released her. She stumbled backwards, confusion written all over her face. Whether it was from the kiss or that fact that he had suddenly pulled away, he did not know. All he knew was that he had never felt this way in his entire life. She made him feel powerless, and he didn’t like it. He lost all control when he was around her, he needed to get away. Without a word he turned and started walking swiftly into the forest.


When Christine’s senses finely returned, she realized what he was doing. She huffed and started to follow him,

“So is that how it’s going to be?!” She yelled. “Kiss me and then just walk away?”

He turned around to say something, but right then thirty men in unusual uniforms surrounded him. Christine started to scream and kick as three of the men grabbed her arm and started dragging her into the woods.