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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 9:09 pm
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hello all you writers! This is post for creative writing and stories! I want to share a story that i have thought up and I would like for you, yes you, to tell me things that u liked or what you think I could have done better. THANKS!
Candesa danced around the sun bathed room, her long, white-blond locks swirling around her swinging arms. The sun was warming her white clad shoulders in a golden light and it swam in patterns on the floor. Here, the sun was brighter, the sky bluer, and the people happier and lovelier than in the mortal world. It was the world of Fincayra. [Taken from the book, "The Lost Years of Merlin" sorry about the confusion] Here, fairies danced, trees whispered, and nymphs swam through the rivers and wove through the forests. Candesa was one such nymph. She was a tree nymph, more beautiful then the rest, but often she thought that it was more of a curse than a blessing. Heros were forever chasing her through the greenery of the trees, having fallen in love with her the moment they saw her running like a deer through the trees.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 7:06 pm
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 7:38 pm
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:43 pm
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In a moment, Rhia stepped out if the trees. She had dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was dressed oddly, in a tunic that seemed to be woven of the forest itself. But, there was no doubt that she was beautiful. Wordlessly, Candesa pointed to the peak of Myydrin. She immediately understood and they both trekked off toward the mountain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Candesa immediately loved the mountain. The cool wind rolled around the two of them and she could hear the clear stream running next to them. There was a slight mist today, but the sun shone through it, giving it a golden, difused look. Rhia too, looked entranced, the trees and flowers up on the lower part of the mountain were truly beautiful, all emerald, gold, pink, azure, and lavender. Birds sang and in the distance they heard the lone call of a wolf. Candesa knew that he would not hurt them, for the wolves and other forest animals knew them both and did not mean to hurt them.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 7:53 pm
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It had been a wonderful day. Candesa and Rhia had not gotten to the top but the North Wind at the top was probably a myth anyway. It was night now and the luminous moon hanging in the ebony sky was somehow soothing as Candesa gazed at it. In the thicket a few feet away, an owl hooted. It was beautiful at night and sometimes, Candesa would stay up all night to just watch and listen to the night as the wind wrapped its cool hands around her. The night was beautiful, but so was the day, with its golden sun and bright blue sky. Sometimes Candesa couldn't decide which she like better. And slowly, ever so slowly, her eye lids began to close, marking her sleepiness from the busy day. In an instant her head thudded onto the pillow, the warm night wind becoming her blanket, the moon her lamp, and the owl her music.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:15 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 7:44 pm
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:26 pm
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Candesa sighed with pleasure. She was at home now, but she was soaking in a hot bath courtesy of several hours of lugging barrels of water from the River Unending and heating them on the stove. Several relaxing candles sat lit on the side of the tub and were making her a little sleepy. A bowl on her other side contained sprigs of fresh lavender for the tub and a few mint leaves. Her reason for all this unusual luxury? Her long, slender legs were aching from the impact jumping into the water had done. After this, Candesa was planning on some quick, relaxing yoga to get her looser and less stiff. After nearly 20 minutes, she climbed out and dried off, at the same time pulling on a clean, white tunic and her yoga robe. Abandoning the tub, she pulled out her mat and began to practice the graceful and complex positions. Unknown to her, a figure was watching her from the window of the small house, a figure, the watching trees figured, that might belong to someone muscular, perhaps a hero?
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:57 pm
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As Candesa began a complex pose, made for stretching and loosening the hamstrings, a twig cracked outside, startling her. Darting to the window, she faintly glimpsed a tall, muscular figure dashing through the trees. Thinking quickly, she rustled a quick command to the trees. She meant for them to get a good description of the person and deliver it to Rhia, so she could come tomorrow with the news. Sighing, Candesa walked back to the mat, folding it up and placing it into the closet, where it would sit for many days, gathering dust. Deciding that she needed a quick drink, she warmed up some water and steeped some mint leaves in the beaker and pouring some clover honey into it. She pulled off the yoga robes and put on her night tunic and cloth belt, before sipping the soothing tea. Candesa set the beaker on the cedar table next to her bed and climbed in. The soft blankets covered her slim form and she sighed again, but this time with pleasure. She took another few sips of the tea and let her head fall back onto the pillow. The moonlight from the window above bathed her in celestial light as she slowly fell asleep.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:22 pm
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The next morning, Candesa awoke to the bright, golden sunlight and urgent knocking on the door. Blearily, she climbed out of bed and walked to the hardy wood door. She flung it open and Rhia, leaning forward to pound on the door again, nearly fell onto Candesa's feet. Gasping with excitement and exertion, she burst out, "Candesa! The man you saw last night! The trees, they saw him well, for the moon was bright enough. They say he is tall and muscular, with brown hair and a tanned complexion. He was wearing a dark colored tunic, possibly black or dark blue, a black cloak, and leather sandals. He was running, but trying to stay in the sparse shadows, possibly not to be seen. I'm worried Candesa. The man you saw fits into the hero description, and he will probably come back."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:09 pm
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