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The Medow
The moon shot out white against the blackened sky and made the edges of light glow. A single person sat in the frozen, snow-covered grass. Though it was a frosty night, she had dressed thinly. The woman looked up at the sky, not really seeing it. Her mind wandered elsewhere, for memories had clouded reality.
The Memory was from a long time ago. A sweet tangy smell of roses, lilacs, freesia, and sunflowers caught the attention of a hummingbird's sense, and it dashed off to find them among the millions of flowers beneath it's arrow-shaped body. The millions of colors around the tiny insect were no match to the color of the trees, the greens -green as nature could possibly create. Sunlight crept through unmoving branches, creating nicks and crannies of light on the shadows upon the flowering.
The trees surrounded the meadow, a forest cut short. It was an almost a perfect 'O' of trees, the flowers inside the small, quiet area. It was as if nature wanted her here. The little girl turned her topaz-colored eyes to her right, hearing movement, and grinned. She dashed into the bushes, blindly trying to touch her friend who was fleeing. Tripping, she skidded towards the ground, a large bush coming closer, and crackling as her small body flew into it, limbs snapping and digging into her shirt, prickly leaves scratching her face and neck. The soft earth was smooth under her, and the flowers below snapped under her weight as she slowly slid to the ground. Quickly, the girl got up, the bush she had flown into not letting go of her hair and ripping it as she dashed off and sought to find her friend once more, the air of pine and flowers following her.

Rain pelted onto the flowers, creating them to sway after each raindrop nipped apoun the bright petals. The rain had come often now, creating a sweet, airy smell of flowers, trees, and the animals that lived within. Often, when it was not raining two people would meet each other in the small meadow of flowers that were just coming up. Their lips had touched often now, their embrace much sturdier, their passion a rock. They had been creating time for each other. Sadly, one had to leave soon. The boy had to go to war now.
The boy took the girls soft hand and pulled her close, as if to shield her from the rain, which was soaking their clothes to themselves and their hair dampened. "I am not letting go." He said, a tear flitting into his eye and rolling down his pale face. The girl sighed and wrapped her other arm around him, pulling him even closer, their faces an inch's width apart. "Ok." She said, and they both stood in the pouring rain, company entwined.

The leaves had just fallen in the meadow, and many animals were gone, the chill of fall appearing out of nowhere. The flowers had died slowly, you could not see them any more, the leaves on the floor of the meadow covering them. Two adults were in the middle of the browning leaves, the woman in the man's arms. 'You came back...," she said, tears flowing down her pristine face, which was buried in the man's arms. "I said I would." He replied, kissing her lightly on the lips. She meekly smiled and held him tighter- the love for him had never been lost in those seven years he was gone. The leaves took a soft breath, the air around the two, ruffling leaves and swirling them around their feet, a swirl of brown, gold, and red. Gently, the man let go of the crying woman, and pulled out a blanket from his pack that lay beside their feet, unnoticed by the woman, and he spread it out atop the leaves, their battered bodies crushing under the weight of the two who lay apoun it. Softly, the man kissed her, his arms around her, warming her heart, mind, soul, and body.


The woman looked up at the moon now, really seeing it. "I love you." She said, to the air, a tear rolling down a thin cheek and freezing into ice as it touched the cold air. Her heart was shattered; no man could replace him… so much that they had shared. Now he would be at peace…in the meadow above… and that comforted her.

One day they would be together again.

Silently, she got up, leaving.

And she left her heart behind.

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Lifeclip


My eyes snapped open.
A dark room laid in front of me, a slight chill of wind swept over my bed, my auburn eyes blinking in the darkness. Another whip of air slid under my shoulders and lifted my hair up as I started to sit up in my white sheeted bed. My silk gown slid under me and I fell onto the hard-carpeted floor. I sighed and pushed myself back up.
Weird. I thought I heard something. I scooted myself back into my bed, warm from my body being there do long. And I dreamt. I saw daffodils, pixies and flowers blackened by dark splotches of ink. I saw a father holding his child up in the air and swinging him around with joy. I saw a boat on a lake, and many things more.
Behind my eyes, It got dark, and the dreams thinned, smacking me back into reality. I saw a glow of red behind my lids, and opened them. I was in a field of white daisies, fresh yellow pollen in the middle. A brilliant sun gleamed from behind a tree's bright leaves, and the wind slid around me, twirling the daisies and spinning them around me, floating...
floating...
WAKE UP!" My sister was standing next to me, her face holding a very big frown. I gulped. "You are sleeping way too late, Mom'll get mad, and I don't like her to yell," she said, turning on her heel and storming off. I groaned and took my thin sheeting and pushing it away with my toes. The sheet smarted to the left of me, still on my legs. I lazily stretched, yawned, and pulled my unhappy body out of bed. Then I stumbled to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror was enough to make me want to go to sleep again. I grabbed a brush to the left of me and drug it through my hair, ripping the knots out and a little hair too. I flinched as my roots were pulled from my head and put down my brush when I felt I had done a thorough job of causing pain to myself and making my hair look a little bit nicer. Turning on the faucet and splashing cold water on my face was enough to wake me up. The sound of running water and the feel of ice breaking on my face was enough to get me happily on track for the day. A banging sound came from the door. My mind still slow from my sleep, took a few seconds for me to understand it was someone banging on it to hurry me up. I flinched as it got louder and grumbled as I threw open the door and haughtily went out as my sister gave me a hateful look and slammed the bathroom door after she went in. My lips smarted, and a smile formed on my lips. Grumpy as usual. My heels thumped on my porcelain floor as I raced into my room to get ready. Throwing on a shirt and some jeans, I grabbed my stuff and swiped my pre-made food, that was supposed to be breakfast, and went out the door, running hard as I could as I heard the bus's breaks squeal as it thundered to my stop. Out of breath and nearly dropping my food, I lurched into view of the bus and it screeched to a stop, next to me.
Almost tripping over the black, rubbery steps, I entered the bus, ignoring a nasty remark from an annoying sixth grader, I "flumped" into my usual seat, and the bus lurched back into drive, pressing my slender back to the cold seat, the material rubbing on my shirt. I heartily ate my breakfast, the soft and cold pears leaving a shockingly sweet taste in my mouth after I finished. Skidding to a stop, our bus picked up another student, who always sits next to me and hogs all the room. The girl smacked her big butt on the blue leather, her backpack slamming into my face, the zippers scratching me. I winced and pulled away from the huge bag, pulling my things with me. As the blonde swept her bag out from behind her, and in front of her, i relaxed and scooted to the window, my stuff on my legs. The bus streaked to the school parking lot, all the stops for it finished.
School was coming.


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A bird sat twittering, his feathers going black, then shimmering white as it continuously jumped in and out of a shadowy spot that was made by a tree looming above its small body. An explosion of noise sent it to jitter away, a flurry of feathers in its wake. The source of the noise was a girl's clumsy fall that sent her sprawling into the leaves before the tree in which the birdie was before. Picking herself up and brushing off a few dead leaves from her shirt and hair, she made her way back down the path, her eyes on the ground, making sure not to trip once again. Little details enthralled her, just as they would a child, such as a perfectly shaped rock, a dove, or any other odd thing that roamed in the woods just as she did.
This girl's name is Quianta, and her features of her body and soul are near to perfect. Here she could be pure, think pure, and see pure, through her icicle eyes.
Her face is like a powered ball of moon dust. It shimmers in the sun, its pale complexion goes perfectly along with her pink lips, and her eyelids are never colored with artificial color. Quianta's tastes in clothing are quite bland. She wears flats, jeans, and a tee to go out with, and rarely does she does anything so important that fashion would be needed. She is usually outside.
Just as she is now, in a forest where no humans would bear to lay a toe in because of the dirt and bugs, in a place people do not call home. And yet; it was as though she knew where she was going, but there was no path lain before her. Her feet stop, and she whistles, her eyes brightening with excitement as she feels the changes already coming upon her; only in her mind though. A pitter-patter of padded feet is heard from behind her with stealth. A yip and the great cat landed upon her, his strong body on hers in a millisecond. It opened its mouth, revealing shocking razor-sharp teeth.
Then it licked her, purring as it did so. "I didn't think you'd seen that it was me!" The girl spoke in a shocking meow, a purr and sigh mix, almost unreal to human ears. Just as quickly, the cat slinked off and lay down next to her, its huge brown eyes staring at her with intense concentration that you would never expect to see in an animal. Its pointed ears twitched, and its dark fur ruffled in the light breeze that was picking up within seconds. Suddenly, Quianta's body began to shrink, her legs becoming longer, her eyes growing larger, and her ears moving upwards and their tips shrinking into points at the tips. Fur began to sprout over her small body, which now looked like a Siamese cat that was beginning to produce a meager amount of hair. It soon was covering her from tail to ear tip; the ginger fur glistening in the still morn's sun….and opened her small mouth to purr.
She was a Cat now.

* The cats are house-hold size, they are not tigers.

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Water Fall

Her face was the color of milk, her large eyes a vibrant blue. Her once-pink lips had lost all color, nearly blending along with her marble-like skin.Dark brown hair flowered around her slender cranium, over her chest, and stopping at her waist. A white dress billowed around her frail body as she stood, her arms raised, a poise to jump off the railing.
And she did.
Falling, falling, falling.
The air whipped around her, her eyes closed, and the water met her. Like she had hit cement, her body smacked into the water, a huge burst of noise met her ears for amilisecond, and then it was muffled into a murmer of bubbles as her head went under...
Floating, floating, floating.
The pure dress billowed around her, the light spectrum hitting it and having colors explode on it. Her hair twisted airlessly, wrapping around her form like a net.
Bubbles escaped her mouth, and her mind went black.
Silence.


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Beauty Unseen
Many things are not seen- a car being parked, a gun being cocked- many people have good days, bad days, and just let their eyes slip from the life lying before them.
The quote:" Stop and smell the roses" Is quite relevant to this-- living life, seeing the beauty of it, and engaging in it. Enjoying it.

Many things are so pristine, so unique. Such as, the sky. It's huge, but is bigger than you think it is when you look at it.
The moon, some see it as a ball of dust and light reflect. They cannot see the marvelous age, the wise face of it, and the craters of young and old meteor crash sites.
This picture is unique. Simple, yet expressive.
Where is the Beauty?
Is it unseen?

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Dust

A light streams throught a window
A peice of nature
Blown
A circle of night,
A twirl of light,
The world is darkened grey.
A light shadow,
Thin as paper,
broken by a shadow,
it sits in the silence,

unseen


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Mark

A mark on her skin,
Nor thick, nor thin,
Nor ink nor juice.
Burning to the touch,
A firey spark,
A light itself.

spreading within.


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