tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54298675578506377882024-03-13T06:08:39.308-07:00Written By Talie LouiseNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-78038816163673806062015-02-01T11:46:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:04.270-07:00Je SuisI don't think I could ever describe myself in one word. I don't think anyone can; human beings are infinite in their complexities.<br />
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I can describe myself in a phrase though.<br />
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Pleasantly passive-aggressive.<br />
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My resting bitch-face creates the outward projection that I'm moody, but I'm the first to smile if I make eye contact with anyone.<br />
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I spend my life in public visualising the agonising death/maiming of anyone who jumps the queue at the bus stop, stands on the left side of the escalators or wears double denim.<br />
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However if any of these individuals were to engage me, I would smile pleasantly and speak to them with the hyper politeness of an employee of the month.<br />
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The phrase itself is an oxymoron and I often feel like one myself.<br />
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Mind, conscience and body in constant conflict to behave, show that my mother raised me correctly and not take a machete to the tourists on Oxford Street.<br />
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I am a bohemian punk, divided between wanting to marvel in the beauty of the world and wanting to watch it burn.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-45473700195635620012015-01-19T09:13:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:03.940-07:00Darling.Focus, darling, focus.<br />
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The worries of the world are too small to contain you.<br />
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The enemy is too weak to keep hold of you.<br />
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The stars are too dull to outshine you.<br />
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Let your standard fly high and your trumpets be heard throughout the land.<br />
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Be spectacular.<br />
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Be courageous.<br />
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Don't let them win.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-36560870275296214952015-01-05T05:33:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:03.719-07:00Review: Deliver Me<br />
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20877865">Deliver Me</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7159349">Kate Jarvik Birch</a><br />
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My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1146543434">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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I finished this in one night if that's anything to go by...<br />
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Absolutely gripped and horrified by Wynne and Odessa's world. The brutality of it all was almost too much to bear but I couldn't look away. <br />
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Some good messages about the state or potential state of our world in there too, if you want to get into all that.<br />
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I'm still reeling.<br />
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I hope there is a sequel. I don't feel ready to leave the girls yet.<br />
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1146543434">View all my reviews</a>Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-40596383003850618862014-10-03T05:59:00.000-07:002020-03-17T14:43:03.885-07:00An Introduction to Daila Kind<div><br></div>My name is Daila Kind. I am 18 years old and if I don't have a child by my 20th birthday, I will be considered useless and discarded.<br>
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My mother is a model citizen. She has more than met her quota. I am the oldest of nine.<br>
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She tells me to go to the clubs, to not be so fussy, to actually smile and talk to a boy at least, but I am just not interested yet.<br>
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Rumour has it, there was a time where you didn't have to have children. Ever. Women would simply work, or learn, or even live with other women. Romantically. Imagine that.<br>
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I sometimes think I would like to live in these times, but I can't even write my name, let alone do anything of use.<br>
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According to our masters, we are being of use. We have great purpose and we are rewarded accordingly.<br>
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It's true. Our city is one of lavish parties and wonderful houses. I can't even remember the last time anyone was sick.<br>
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We are fed, we are looked after and, generally, we are happy.<br>
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We pretend not to know the secret.<br>
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You see, our masters never mention it. They never give us more of a hint other than calling us "cattle".<br>
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They think we don't know that cattle were once the extinct mammals known as "cows".<br>
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They think we don't know that cows were bred as meat to be eaten by us.<br>
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They think we don't know that all the meat is extinct, even though it turns up on our plates.<br>
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They think we're stupid because we can't read and all we do is go to parties and breed.<br>
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However, we do know.<br>
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We worked it out a long time ago.<br>
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We know that when we turn 36 and are taken to The Hotel, we aren't going anywhere but onto someone else's plate.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-68161482571574139812014-10-01T05:08:00.001-07:002020-03-17T14:43:04.160-07:00Seven Nights Before the Fall<div>
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And bleak.</div>
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I dreamt that the world burned.<br />
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It started on my street; everything was alight.<br />
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First the cars, then the houses, then the people.<br />
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Wildfire doesn't spread this fast. Wildfire isn't as all encompassing.<br />
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I dreamt the puddles, the animals, the rocks were so violently aflame that it set the sky on fire.<br />
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The world was burning, smouldering, screaming.<br />
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No ash.<br />
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No smoke.<br />
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Just fire.<br />
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And then I dreamt the crows came back.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-63158025034528589122014-08-18T16:57:00.002-07:002020-03-17T14:43:04.105-07:00This Is A Train Of Thought; You Have Been Warned<br />
Insomnia.<br />
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I have no idea whether it's the remnants of today's overdose of coffee running through my veins or just my brain going into panic mode that it can't deal with two solid weeks of work.<br />
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News flash; you're not that broken, you totally can.<br />
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It's ridiculous. I'm running on two hours sleep and my head is fried. I'm talking forgotten how to sleep, on the verge of hysterically crying fried.<br />
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Ker-fucking-splat!!!<br />
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It's twenty to one in the morning. I need to get up and be a fully functioning adult at five fifteen in the morning. How exactly is this going to work?<br />
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The brat and his console next door didn't help. I was thinking violent thoughts but I didn't act on them I swear. I'm just ranting on here because I can. Because I need to. This is my space after all, my little cave of the internet and I never ever use it.<br />
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Useless.<br />
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Don't be like that. You're not useless. Your brain is just a little bit fried. Stop editing, train of thought keep it together. Talie. Right.<br />
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Will edit after. Not even looking at the screen. I really don't want to see all the mistakes.<br />
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But I'm tired ker-fucking-splat tired and I don't know what to do about it apart from write.<br />
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I always seem to be able to write when I'm on the verge of a meltdown. Good sign? Yet to be determined.<br />
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It's hot.<br />
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My cat is a snuggle monster and I love her.<br />
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I'm addicted to my phone. Fucking dating apps wouldn't you know. Am I actually going to meet the man/woman of my dreams on Tinder? Probably not. Lulutrixabelle, you have inspired a nation.<br />
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Doing a little experiment on men though. Saying yes to everyone instead of being picky. Boys do it all the time yet they don't like it when its done to them. Stop editing. Stop looking. You can sort it after, this is supposed to be train of thought.<br />
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Right.<br />
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Dating apps.<br />
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Ridiculous inventions yet a life saver if you're a chronic hermit like me.<br />
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I don't have to leave my house for a week? Awesome.<br />
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Talking to this girl on one. She called me a cutie. I called her a cutie back.<br />
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Brain.<br />
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Frazzled,<br />
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Ker-fucking-splat.<br />
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I'm putting my life on the line before consulting my best friends. Jenny! Rhiann! Why are you sleeping???<br />
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I'm seeing them this week so its fine. If anyone will be able to ease my mind it's those two.<br />
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I HAVE TO SLEEP YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED FUCKING SLEEP<br />
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MY BODY IS ACHING FOR IT<br />
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BRAIN. HEAD. MIND. SHUT UP. I NEED REST. PLEASE. JUST SHUT UP.<br />
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Breathing hasn't helped thus far but writing has calmed me down.<br />
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I feel like I'm heading back to square one but I know I'm not. I'm okay, just backsliding a little<br />
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I'm gonna need to do this a lot to tackle the next two weeks.<br />
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Fucking work.<br />
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Can't you just give me money for being awesome and a drain on my mother?<br />
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Ta.<br />
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Shhhhh brain.<br />
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Ker-fucking-splat.Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-56828350665604095432014-05-22T12:00:00.000-07:002020-03-17T14:43:04.050-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These are some lyrics for a song I wrote. No tune, just words.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm freezing but it keeps me breathing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm crying but it keeps me sane</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In a world of disillusions</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Agony distracts me from the pain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I exist for misconceptions</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I embrace the kiss of fear</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Without them I'd be dying</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But I hate that I'm still here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hold me, strong and true</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stick needles in my eyes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Make me cry out for sweet relief</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Make me sad before I die.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">End the cycle, break the pattern</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Swimming in my blood in my bed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While my cells are decomposing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cease the demons in my head.</span></div>
Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-78766443233610667492014-01-21T02:50:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:04.325-07:00Never Disturb A DaydreamShort poem I woke up with in my head.<br />
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I know it's been a while, it's in my Love List to update both blogs more regularly.<br />
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If you don't know what my Love List is, stay tuned to my <a href="http://everythingtalielouise.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">other blog</a>, the post will be up very soon.<br />
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Never disturb a daydream,<o:p></o:p></div>
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You know not what you do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never disturb a dreamer,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Their wishes won’t come true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The endless roads before them,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The misty haze above,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The adventures stretching onwards,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The promises of love.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every mortal dreams,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those dreams should be pursued,<o:p></o:p></div>
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For should those dreams reach their end,<o:p></o:p></div>
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They always will come true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-36739196321084739732013-11-08T16:50:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:03.773-07:00The Wait.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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100 word poem written for Drablr and wanted to share :)</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a whisper in the forest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a rumour in the breeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a promise in the springtime.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s an echo in the leaves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s flashing in the darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s wonder in the rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a blessing in the lightning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s movement in the building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a comfort in the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a tremor in the hillside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a beauty in the scurrying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There’s a fondness in the lies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fondness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Seethe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obliteration,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hysteria.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Moments.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breathe.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-32707895007169569922013-11-03T12:59:00.001-08:002020-03-17T14:43:03.664-07:00Never And Always<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a short poem. Things that I know I need to heed but forget every so often. Enjoy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never let it beat you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never let it win.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never let it conquer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never let it sin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never let it overwhelm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never give it time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never entertain it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never show to it your mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always keep your heart watchful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always keep yourself safe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always try to remember.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always know your grace.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always find some gladness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always seek some fun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Always remember they love you,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Father and the Son. </span></div>
Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-55504064278773301192013-10-21T14:51:00.001-07:002020-03-17T14:43:03.995-07:00Cornered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hallo. I really need to update this more. I've been saying it on my other blog for months now, but I just need to find my feet and my rhythm. It'll happen. I'm making headway so stay tuned for more!<br />
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There's this amazing website called <a href="http://drablr.com/" target="_blank">Drablr</a> where authors can put up short stories of 100 words or less. I would definitely recommend checking it out! The micro fictions are short, snappy and, from what I've read so far, really good! I've put one up there so far (bad Talie!) and decided to share it with you today. So here is Cornered:<br />
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I snuck a look at my companion. Peeked at him from the corner of my eye. I daren’t look at him directly. I daren’t acknowledge his existence. He would attack if I did. Like a rabid dog fuelled by his anger, such was his rage in his hatred of me. It was mutual. I had run and he had found me, hurt me again. He tapped my shoulder and I shuddered. I didn’t look. He didn’t want me to, just wanted to remind me that he was there. He was going nowhere fast. My oldest and most hated friend.</div>
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Despair.</div>
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Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-37462225591654861252013-08-23T12:00:00.000-07:002020-03-17T14:43:03.828-07:00Neverworld<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A sample of a fantasy story that I wrote about a girl and her family living in a dangerous police state on a distant world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">~*~</span></div>
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<i style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rule
1: We are the Organization and all residents of The Neverworld must abide by
our Principle of Behaviour. Any resident found to disregard these rules will be
subject to imprisonment or disposal.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hydra rose
slowly as she always did. Her long tendrils of light reluctantly stretched to
the mountains and beyond. The dew drenched fields of weeds and wild flowers
craned their stems, as if desperately trying to drink in the hazy morning
light. Everything sighed and swayed and waited patiently for the oncoming day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hydra
was eventually joined by her sister. Omega sped through the light blue sky,
urgent to finish her cycle. The two suns were at their highest point, resting
together, side by side, when Nico Sommorri awoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rule
41: All residents must be registered every morning after 5am and before 8am.
Any resident who is late or does not register for a single day will be fined.
Any resident who does not register for two or more consecutive days will be
subject to imprisonment or disposal.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> She blinked into existence suddenly, disturbing the straw
bed in her corner. She took a moment to look around her family’s sparse living
quarters, squinting through the flurry of dust that her awakening had created.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> The dull grey room was well within Organization
guidelines; no art adorned the walls, no flowers decorated the rickety dining
table. There was nothing else in the room apart from a few counters, one with a
hob built into the top and one with a tap and sink, a wardrobe filled with
regulation clothing and a bookshelf with a few tattered regulation books. There
was nothing interesting, nothing to stimulate the mind. A single door was
opposite where Nico took her rest, leading to her parents’ bedroom. There was
space inside for one mattress and nothing else. To her left lay the front door
which led to the communal areas for their sector.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Rule
73: All residents of the Organization will be subject to random inspections of
their quarters. If any item(s) is/are found that are non-regulation, all
residents of the quarters will be subject to imprisonment or disposal.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> The door opened as she stared at it. Her heart jumped as
her mother walked out, cradling a slightly swollen stomach. She had almost
forgotten about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> They would find out soon, Nico was sure of it, and then
it would be death for the infant and, probably, her mother. She refused to
think about the possibility that this child could bring death to them all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Rule
17: Each family is entitled to ONE child. If multiple children are born within
a single birthing, one must be favoured and the other(s) will be disposed of.
Any residents found to have multiple pregnancies in their family will be
subject to imprisonment or disposal.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Airea
stretched as she walked to the cupboard, her tall curvy form flickering rapidly
as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Good morning,” said Airea. “Would you like
tea?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes,
thank you, Mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Airea
bustled around the counters, fetching and filling the kettle and retrieving the
mugs and leaves from their respective storage places. Nico watched her with
interest, her long ebony hair, so like Nico’s own, swishing as she moved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She
wondered how her mother could still move around with such poise and grace. She
knew that Airea thought herself doomed, yet it didn’t affect her mood or her
posture or her general attitude to their lives. Nico had yet to decide whether
her mother was brave or simple.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791125024693912298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429867557850637788.post-81848900406275694612013-08-22T12:00:00.000-07:002020-03-17T14:43:04.380-07:00You Whom I Could Not Save<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A sample of a short story I wrote about a woman dealing with emotional backlash after her abusive husband is killed.<br />
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You expect everything bad to happen
on the dreariest of days. When someone dies, the skies cloud over and the
heavens begin to weep. Everyone walks around wearing black with their umbrellas
close to them and their heads down. No one laughs. No one even cracks a smile. Everyone
and everything around you can feel pain, as raw and severely as you can.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It
was a bright sunny day when Theo died. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the
birds were singing rapturously, flitting around in their infinite joy. People took
their children to the park where they ran and jumped and laughed. Everyone was
happy to be alive; just blissfully happy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
loved Theo with all my heart. I seemed to be the only one who could see through
his surface, the only one who knew he wasn’t a bad person at all. All he ever
did was raise a hand to me if I disrespected him, and I know he only did it
because he loved me and I needed to be taught. He loved me, my Theo.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
had the most beautiful eyes, so green and deep I could almost believe sometimes
that he had hidden fields in there. Theo didn’t like me staring at him. He’d
push me away and hit my shoulder, telling me to stop being so weird. I would
after a while. When Theo got angry, his eyes turned dark and shallow. That was
when I knew I’d made him angry, when I knew I had made a mistake. I’d make sure
his attention was elsewhere before I stared at him most of the time. He really
was beautiful.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When
it happened, I had just got home. I’d been to the hospital for an ultrasound.
Our baby might have been knocked the night before, I had told the nurse,
because I had fallen down the stairs. I could tell she didn’t believe me, but I
didn’t care, it was none of her business. Just as I thought we were finishing,
she managed to say something that shocked me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“<st1:city w:st="on">Helena</st1:city>, congratulations,
you’re having a girl.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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A
girl? A <i>girl</i>? No, that can’t be
right. I told her to check again. Theo wanted a boy. He specifically told me
that we were having a boy. We had bought blue paint for the nursery and blue
stripey baby suits.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She
pushed and prodded the probe until I thought my bladder would burst. She could
sense my panic, I could tell. With a voice full of uncertainty and regret, she
confirmed, “you’re having a girl, Helena.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
shook all the way home. He would forgive me eventually, but until then, my
darling Theo would be so angry that I had failed him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
made a mental note to stop by the off licence and pick up his favourite friend
Mr Daniels, thinking it’ll soften the blow. The owner smiled his big welcoming
smile at me when I walked in. I offered a shy one back. Theo says not to trust
men, that their minds are on one thing and one thing alone. He tells me that
he’s the only one I will ever need.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You
alright there, Helena?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
nodded, handed over the last of the change in my purse and waddled to the door
with my purchase, my bump seeming to weigh me down with its guilt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
stepped out into the radiant sun shining much more brightly than before. It was
rather hot for April, I’m sure on purpose. Even the weather was against me
since I let Theo down. By the time I made it past the estate, onto our street
and up our overgrown front path, I was sweating hard and breathing harder. I
wanted to get through the door and collapse onto the bed, but there was too much
to be done before Theo got home.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our
quaint little council house was spotless to the naked eye. However I knew that
there was something the matter with it. Theo would find something wrong. I’m
not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, Theo often reminded me, so I missed
stupid things that I should have seen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
was rescrubbing the kitchen floor (the skin on the top of my fingers was
peeling off so I knew I was nearly finished) when the front doorbell went.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My
hand flew to my stomach, just as my heart leapt into my mouth and tears sprung
to my eyes. If that was Theo, home early, he would be so angry that I wasn’t
finished yet. I would have to put off telling him about the baby. Except he
would ask about the scan, then I couldn’t lie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By
the time I reached the front door, I was shaking. Tears were freely rolling
down my cheeks and the excuses were escaping my mouth before I’d even touched
the handle. I didn’t want to disappoint my Theo. I hated to see him
disappointed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
opened the door, slowly, eyes downcast, beginning to mumble and stutter
apologies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Miss
Baxter?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Looking
up, I saw two official looking men in matching rigid black suits staring at me
sombrely. I nodded slowly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Miss
Baxter, my name is Detective Inspector Rupert Fields. May we step inside for a minute?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I
stared at him blindly and didn’t move.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Something
had happened. Something had happened to my Theo. Please, God, tell me he’s
alright. Please…<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
shorter, balding one looked at my protruding stomach then the sparkling ring
adorning the third finger on my left hand. He shook his head sadly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Miss
Baxter,” he said, “we’ve been following your fiancé for some time now. We
suspected he’d been involved in some…illegal activities. Unfortunately…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He
looked to his partner for support.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Unfortunately,”
DI Fields continued, “the men he was dealing with weren’t happy with him and
they got to him before we could.” He paused. “I’m so sorry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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They
continued to talk for a while, explaining something about investigations and
prosecutions, but I couldn’t hear them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My Theo was
gone. My beautiful vengeful angel. Gone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is a poem that I wrote inspired by my favourite book, Green Angel by Alice Hoffman.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is I, Green is my soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is my work, my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
sit, lay, live quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My
time shall rise,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Like
the moon, like the moths.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
future unfolding,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
book page turning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rising,
rising, next age shall appear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
wait. Patience itself unending.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is I, Green is my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is my soul, my work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
remain, I remain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sweet
unfairness, I remain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sweet
goodbyes soured by remain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ignorance.
Work. Pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
future imploding,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
book page burning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Closing,
closing, normality evades life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
wait. Suffering, itself, unending.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is I, Green is my work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Green
is my soul, my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ever
quiet, ever scarred. Patience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ash,
embers. Cleared, erased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Moon
stones, stone heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Towers
of remorse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
future healing,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
book page creating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Growing,
growing, I grow anew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
wait. The light returning to the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is the beginning of my dissertation piece entitled Under The Egyptian Sky.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~*~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The crickets stopped. Chione froze
under her blanket, all thoughts of sleep pushed to the back of her mind. She
knew all too well what the silence meant. They had come for her as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> There
were rumours at first. Whispers of screams on the wind and the youngest of the
family taken in the dead of night. No one dared believe it true. Until the
gaggle of childless mothers in the market grew every day in numbers. Until
their wailing couldn’t be ignored any longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Chione raised her head
from her straw pillow and peeked through the open window, not to see her silent
captors but to just lay eyes on her beloved home once more. For one last time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She knew that after this
night she would never see her father fix the canals again, nor her brother
herding the noisy cows down to the bank of the Nile and back. She would never
again see her mother’s kind round face or her sister’s dazzling eyes. All she
had ahead of her was the uncertainty of where she would go, but the certainty
that she would never return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The moon and the stars
gave her father’s fields a soft glow. The inundation had been long and hard
this year but with Isis’ blessing, the crops would be full and rich once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Chione’s mother screamed
from the far side of the house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When the rumours of
kidnap had been confirmed, Chione had been relocated to the store room. It
would take them longer to find her but find her they would and she had come to
the decision it was pointless to run anywhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The young girl slowly
lowered her head back onto her straw bed and offered a prayer to the gods.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Ra,
help me,</i> Chione
begged silently. <i>Just, please. Help.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Her mother’s screaming
was joined by the frantic shouts of her siblings and father. One of her
brother’s yells of indignation was cut short. There was silence again, for a
moment that seemed to stretch forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then Chione’s sister
wailed. It was a long, haunting note, full of pain and loss. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That was the last noise
Chione ever heard a member of her family make.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A stampede of feet,
joined by the violent discarding of items in the corridor. Suddenly, the wooden
door was thrown off its hinges, with all the force of the Nile herself and
Chione was dragged by what felt like a thousand hands, kicking and screaming
into the night.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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