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A Knight, A Damsel, A Foe"And the wine flowed and tales were told and jokes were cracked, and then silence was made and the King's poet with two fiddlers stepped out into the middle of the circle. Aravis and Cor prepared themselves to be bored, for the only poetry they knew was the Calormene kind, and you know now what that was like. But at that very first scrape of the fiddles a rocket seemed to go up inside their heads, and the poet sang the great old lay of Fair Olvin and how he fought the Giant Pire and turned him into stone (and that is the origin of Mount Pire-- it was a two-headed Giant) and won the Lady Liln for his bride; and when it was over they wished itA Knight, A Damsel, A Foe
by ~SimplyBoo
Threads-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You're late, you're late, you're late.Threads
The words echo in my mind. I know that's exactly what Aelae is going to say to me when I get to the weavers' cottage. Because, frankly, I am late, as usual. But can I really help it that my husband demands breakfast every morning? I hate him, I really do, but he's who mother and father chose for me. Why, I have no idea. His looks leave much to be desired, his attitude is far worse, and his family is almost as dirt poor as ours. Which leaves me working my fingertips off at the weavers' cottage trying to ear
by ~SimplyBoo
EnoughDo you feel like a manEnough
When you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
"Ready or not, here I come!"
The words rang through the forest as a young Peter Pevensie crawled further into the bushes pushed up against the wall of his home. "He'll never find me here," he whispered to himself, referring to his little brother, who was 'seeking' all of them. Grinning to himself, he leaned against the brick wall and settled in directly below the window sill.
Moments passed. Long, boring moments.
Peter sighed, pulling the pine needles from the bushes in silent b
by ~SimplyBoo
HeritageHeritageHeritage
Money, religion, wisdom, love, fame.
Each of things has often been described as the definition of life. I have known most of my life that anyone who believes such things is wrong. Heritage, the passing of attributes and possessions from one generation to the next, is the meaning of life.
Some stockpile money, all in the hopes of becoming wealthy, but in the end, material possessions will all be inherited by future generations. Even the richest man will succumb to death, and even the most decorated casket becomes nothing more than a box in the ground.
Some devote their lives to relig
by ~SimplyBoo
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"The closer you come to the light, the greater your shadow becomes"
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~*~Pokey~*~
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o p e r a t i o n:
o n e i g h t w o
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I don't feel what you feel
I don't want to feel this incomplete
No one here can tell me
How to fill this space between
Everyone knows you're my one regret
Everyone knows you're my one weakness
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*You haven't felt freedom until you ride bare back*
*Just don't fall off*
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