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| Topic Started: Jun 17 2006, 03:51 PM (1,533 Views) | |
| rachelr | Jun 16 2006, 09:08 PM Post #1 |
Little Goddess
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884 
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| gemini 2 | Jun 16 2006, 09:27 PM Post #2 |
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Thats really good rachel |
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| rachelr | Jun 16 2006, 09:33 PM Post #3 |
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Thankyou buddy :D |
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884
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| Welsh Shaun | Jun 16 2006, 09:48 PM Post #4 |
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It is good Rach, havent read any of your work for a while now. |
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| rachelr | Jun 16 2006, 09:53 PM Post #5 |
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:P Aww cheers Shaun! I deleted the stuff on EE ause it ws going to be published, and they siad take it off the iternet. But aint heard anything from them so may aswell put it back up 
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884
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| Welsh Shaun | Jun 16 2006, 10:27 PM Post #6 |
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Well when it does get published make sure to let us know. |
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| rachelr | Jun 16 2006, 10:34 PM Post #7 |
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haha I will 
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884
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| Delovely | Jun 17 2006, 05:24 AM Post #8 |
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That was nice, Rach.
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Some things must be handled smoothly, quietly.>< “This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.” | |
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| rachelr | Jun 17 2006, 05:43 AM Post #9 |
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Cheers :-) |
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884
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| *~Devotion and Desire~* | Jun 17 2006, 06:44 AM Post #10 |
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The Light of My Eyes By S. Hof I find little notes you write me, And they bring a smile to my face. You see a person you swear is me, But I can't help it if my heart's in a different place. I want to love you and call you mine, But I don't want to hurt anymore at all. I'm afraid of what comes with time, So much that I dread your call. I still love him while you love me. I want to forget him and be with you, But he won't set my heart free, And I don't know if I'll be with you. You seem too good to be true, So did he once upon a time. I've got everything to lose, So now I want to fly. I want to fly away from here, And leave everything behind. I want to forget you and him, And be happy 'til I die. Since he left, who I was is not me. I wish I met you before him, Because now all you'll ever see Is the light of my eyes growing dim. Sad poem much? 
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| *~Devotion and Desire~* | Jun 17 2006, 08:05 AM Post #11 |
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As promised in the writing topic, here is the prlogue to my baby story. It's pretty sad, I warn you now. A lot of people were angry at me for it, but as I told them, things have to happen for a story to unravel. Anyway, let me know what you think, please. Rough Draft Danielle Matthews and the Burden of the Gifted By S. Hof ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It all started on a warm August morning seven years ago when a woman named Carrie Matthews went into labor. Her husband quickly summoned the doctor and stayed by her side as she gave birth to their new son. Jonathan held his boy against his chest in the late hours of the afternoon, overjoyed at the thought of being a parent. He was just showing off his son to his friend, Michael, and younger step-brother, Alex, when the doctor called him back to Carrie. “Jonathan! Quickly! Another baby is coming!” Jonathan rushed back to Carrie’s side, leaving his son with Michael. “What are you talking about? That’s impossible! It must be something else.” He said furiously. “No, I’m telling you! Look! I can see a head, John. What else could it be?” “Well, I-Yaaahh!” His protest morphed into a scream as Carrie squeezed his hand as hard as she could. “Will you shut up and let the man get this baby out of me!” She snarled. Jonathan nodded meekly. He was silent during the rest of the birth, much to the relief of the poor doctor who was in no mood to be yelled at. As Jonathan sat through the second birth, he went through possible explanations in his mind. He could come up with nothing, however, and put it in the back of his mind. “All right, Carrie! Just one more push otta do it! That’s it!” The doctor told her. Carrie went limp from exhaustion as the doctor began to clean off their second child. “It’s a girl!” he pronounced. He carefully handed the child off to Jonathan. As he stared into the eyes of his new daughter, it no longer seemed to matter how they had wound up with two kids. All the mattered was that this beautiful girl and that handsome boy were his. “Well, they seem perfectly healthy,” said the doctor, hours later. He looked exhausted as he packed his things away. “Except for one little detail,” said a good-looking boy of thirteen who sat resting in an easy chair. “There’re two of them!” “I know, I know. I don’t understand it either. But there’s no getting around it. They’re twins.” The doctor sighed. “We could kill the girl one.” The boy suggested. “Alexander!” said Michael sharply. “That’s a terrible thing to say!” “Well then what do you suppose they do about it?” “It’s not my place to say, but she isn’t a monster. She’s their daughter. She should be raised as such,” answered Michael stiffly. “And that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” said a new voice. Jonathan stepped into the room holding two bundles of cloth in his arms; one was light pink and the other light blue. He carefully handed the bundle of blue cloth to Michael. “Gentlemen,” Jonathan began, looking around the room proudly. “Meet my son, Daniel.” Alexander, the doctor, and Michael all peered into the bundle. Michael began making weird faces at the baby, but stopped after he caught Jonathan’s eye. Jonathan cleared his throat and his audience looked at him expectantly. Carefully, Jonathan placed the light pink bundle into Alexander’s arms. “And meet my daughter,” He said, more softly this time. “Danielle.” Alexander stared into the small face of the newborn, and she stared right back, her light blue eyes wide with curiosity. “At least she isn’t ugly.” Alexander said softly and smiled. *** Three years passed and the Matthews twins learned to speak in that jumbled mess small children do. Jonathan took up a job as a lumberman while Jasmine stayed home and gardened while she watched the twins. When he came home every evening, Danielle and Daniel tackled Jonathan. They would climb on top of his chest and demand a story be read to them. He would read them one even though before it was over, the twins would always fall asleep, their arms hooked together and their heads resting upon one another. Jasmine would carry Daniel up to their room with Jonathan and Danielle close behind. The twins already began to look alike. Both had light brown hair and light blue eyes. Their skin was always slightly pale no matter how many hours they spent in the sun. And they were inseparable. A week before the twins’ third birthday, Jonathan received a phone call. He spoke quietly into the receiver, too quietly for anyone but the person on the other end of the line to hear what he was saying, but he looked angry, then afraid. Finally, he hung up. “Don’t go outside today.” He said in a low voice. “Stay inside with them.” “But why…?” began Jasmine, looking bewildered and slightly frightened. “You never know what can happen.” Her husband answered with a fake smile. He kissed her good-bye with no more explanation, and then bent to give each of the twins a hug; each lasted longer than usual. “I love you.” He whispered, holding them tightly. Finally, he stood and left, still wearing his fake smile. For the rest of the week leading up to their birthday, the twins were confined to the house. This made them fidget and put them in a foul mood towards their parents. No longer did they ask for a story and they didn’t help their mother make cookies. In fact, that did their best to avoid their parents as much as possible. But, they became too anxious to avoid Jasmine and Jonathan for very long on the morning of their birthday. The sweet aroma of freshly baked cake drew them, however reluctantly, from their room and into the kitchen. “See? I told you it would work.” Jasmine whispered to her husband. The two of them stood in the doorway, unnoticed by the twins. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t rub it in.” He retorted. “Hey guys!” He said more loudly this time, sweeping them into his arms before they had a chance to run off. “Happy birthday!” He said, giving each of them a big, wet kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.” They mumbled, wiping the slobber off of their faces. “I’ve got some news.” Jonathan said after a moment. He set them on the counter, away from the cake. “Your mom and I have been talking, and we’ve decided to move.” “Move?” The twins asked in unison. “Yep. To a place beyond your wildest dreams!” “But why?” Daniel asked his father. “Well, we’ve decided, your mother and I that is, that we just don’t like this place much anymore.” “I like it.” Said Danielle stubbornly. “Well, you’ll like this better. It’s got a big forest all around it and the house is huge! You’ll have lots of fun playing there.” “If you’d let us play.” Danielle muttered. Jonathan scowled at her. “You know, for a three year old, you have quite an attitude. You must get it from your mother.” “I’m still here, John.” Jasmine said, smiling sweetly. “Oh crap. Now you’ve gotten me in trouble. Are you happy now?” Danielle giggled. “Apparently, you are. Now listen. We’re leaving in a couple of days, so go and pack your things. Only the small stuff; your mother and I will take care of the larger things. All right?” “’Kay.” The twins said. They hoped of the counter and ran off, babbling excitedly and not making any sense at all. “So, I have an attitude?” Jasmine said, coming over and putting her hands on her husband’s shoulder, rubbing them roughly. “Well yes dear, but that’s why I love you.” Said Jonathan meekly. He thought he had been saved when Jasmine began to walk away, but as he turned away, an apple smacked in to the back of the head. “Ow!” he yelled. He could hear Jasmine’s satisfied chuckle as she retreated. The rest of the day was uneventful. Jasmine helped Danielle and Daniel pack their things away while Jonathan set up for the party downstairs. Finally, evening came. The four of them stood in the living room, Danielle and Daniel sitting at the table while Jonathan and Jasmine stood. The cake had been cut and it was time for presents. Jonathan left the room and returned a moment later, two neatly wrapped packages in his arms. He and Jasmine broke out into another round of “Happy Birthday” as he handed the twins their presents. Daniel tore his open first. Inside was a small wooden box. He quickly opened it and found a beautifully carven figurine in the shape of the lion. It was incredibly detailed; you could count its teeth. Jasmine took it and strung a piece of string through a small space and then tied it around Daniel’s neck. “This is very special, Daniel. Never take it off, all right?” She smiled. Next, Danielle carefully opened her package and found a box identical to Daniel’s. Inside hers, however, she found the figurine of a wolf, also very detailed. She watched curiously as her father strung it and tied it around her neck. “Keep this with you always.” He said, smiling. She lifted it from her chest, staring at it with interest. As Jonathan stood, there came a knock at the door. He tensed and Jasmine paled. Jonathan gave her a curt nod with his head and she quickly picked up the twins and raced up the stairs and into their room. Sitting them on the bed, she clasped their hands tightly. “You must stay here. Stay here until either Daddy or I come to get you. Understand?” The twins nodded, their eyes wide. She stared at them for a moment before giving them both a warm hug. “I love you.” She whispered. Then, she stood and left the room, closing the door with a snap. The twins listened as she walked down the stairs. They heard their father talking with whoever it was who had been at the door. The voices steadily grew louder and then there was suddenly a crash. Daniel and Danielle listened fearfully to the fight below. There were several more crashes and shouts. Then all the sudden, the loud bang of a gun shook the house. For a moment, there was silence, then a loud thump. The twins heard their mother scream, then another shot sounded and then there was silence. The twins did not cry, they did not make a sound. Despite their young age, they somehow knew they would never see their parents again. And as they sat there silently in the dark, they heard footsteps on the stairs. They listened fearfully as the footsteps came nearer and nearer. The steps did not stop at any of the other doors along the hall. They seemed to know exactly where to go. Then, they stopped. The doorknob turned and the door swung open. A tall man entered, his face hidden in the shadows. Without a word and without hesitation, the stranger crossed the room and picked up Danielle. She shrieked and fought to get down, but it was no use. Despite the man[‘s strength, Danielle was determined. She wiggled and beat at his face, scratching with her small nail. She didn’t even notice as the necklace caught onto her fist. She broke the string and it flew across the room, hitting the wall and landing with a soft thud. After a moment, Daniel realized what was happening. He jumped off the bed and began pounding on the man with his tiny fists. The man glanced down and, with no obvious effort, shoved Daniel into the wall. The boy fell and didn’t move. The stranger turned, holding Danielle tightly, left the room, not bothering to close the door. He went down the stairs and, walking into the living room, casually stepping over the motionless bodies of Jasmine and Jonathan. This only made Danielle shriek louder. The man winced and gave her a piercing glare. She quieted, her mouth partly open as she stared at him. He had red hair and a red beard. His face was slightly tanned and his eyes were an ice cold gray. After a moment, he continued on out the door. There, another man, who was much shorter, ran towards them. For a moment, Danielle thought he would help her, but the red-haired man handed her to the second man and turned away, back towards the house. The man held Danielle just as tightly as the first had as he ran through the dark towards a black van. The man climbed inside the passenger seat with Danielle on his lap. He seemed impatient and drummed his fingers on the side of the car. Danielle twisted around and stared at his face. He, too, had tanned skin, but his hair was as black as the night sky and he had no beard. He must have felt her gaze because he glanced down at her. He stopped drumming his fingers and began making faces at her like people always did when they thought they were playing cute with the baby. Danielle had had this done to her many times. So she began to copy to faces he made. The man, annoyed, finally looked away and began to drum his fingers again. Danielle followed his gaze and could just make out the redheaded man outside her home. He was pouring something on the side of her home. When he finished, he pulled something out of his pocket. He fiddled with it for a moment until a tiny light could be seen. Then he threw it onto the side of the house, which instantly burst into flames. She yelled again, making the man jump from under her in surprise. He clamped his hand over her mouth and held it there for a minute as the first man jogged back to the van and jumped into the driver’s seat. He finally pulled his hand away as they drove away. Danielle remained quiet as she stared, open mouthed, at her home. She understood everything that had happened, but was powerless to do anything about it. Powerless to stop the van as it sped off and disappeared into the night. |
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| *~Devotion and Desire~* | Jun 17 2006, 10:17 AM Post #12 |
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I really love it; it's got a great sound to it...At least it did in my head. Did you write it? |
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| Just Joe | Jun 17 2006, 03:51 PM Post #13 |
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Since the Admin of this site is Isis (all hail the goddess), I thought it appropriate to start our lesson with her
:D Isis was the sister of Osiris (who was also her husband), Nephthys and Seth , the daughter of Nut and Geb and the mother of Horus the Child. Isis is depicted as a woman wearing a vulture head-dress and the solar disk between a pair of horns (which is sometimes underneath the symbol of her name , the throne). Occasionally she wears the double-crowns of the North and the South with the feather of Ma'at , or a pair of ram's horns. Isis as a woman (not a goddess) is portrayed with the ordinary head-dress of a woman, but with the uraeus (the serpent headed crown of the Pharoahs) over her forehead. As the wife of Osiris, Isis assisted her husband during his earthly reign. In the Pyramid Texts, allusions are made that indicate that Isis foresaw her husband's murder. Following his death, Isis tirelessly searched for his body so that he may be properly buried and may rest in peace in the Underworld. Through her magic, she brought Osiris back to life so that he could impregnate her with their son Horus. Isis was a vital link between the gods and mankind. The pharaoh was her son, as the living Horus. In the Pyramid Texts the pharaoh suckles at Isis' divine breasts. There are numerous statues and imagery of Isis holding the young Horus in her lap. Often the images of the queen-mother and current pharaoh were styled in the same way. Isis protected Horus during his childhood from his uncle Seth who wished to murder him. It was her hope that he might one day grow up to avenge his father's murder. In the Book of the Dead, Isis is regarded as the giver of life and food to the dead. She may also be one of the judges of the dead. Another of her roles was to protect Imsety , one of the four sons of Horus , as he guarded over the liver of the deceased. Isis was a great magician and is famous for the use of her magical skills. For example, she created the first cobra and used it's venomous bite to coerce Re (also known as Ra) into revealing his secret name. From the beginning of Egypt's history to the end, Isis was the greatest goddess of Egypt. She was the beneficial goddess and mother whose love encompassed every living creature. Isis was also the purest example of the loving wife and mother and it was in this capacity that the Egyptian people loved her the most. Her worship spread well beyond the borders of Egypt, as far away as England. The works of the classical writers identified her with Persephone, Tethys, Athene, etc, just as Osiris was associated with Hades, Dionysos and other foreign gods. In fact, the early Christians deferred some of her attributes to the Virgin Mary. As a loving and protective mother, Isis appealed to the Eastern peoples who were familiar with her cult. The images of Isis suckling the Horus child undoubtedly inspired the multitude of icons showing the Madonna and Child. |
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| cloud_dancer | Jun 17 2006, 05:58 PM Post #14 |
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Thats wonderful as always Rach
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| rachelr | Jun 17 2006, 09:11 PM Post #15 |
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thankyou cloud dancer  *~Devotion and Desire~* thankyou for the reply, yeah I wrote it, have written around 50 now this year, hoping to sell a few soon :D |
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We feel sorry, because we cry. Angry, because we strike. Affraid, because we tremble. William James 1884
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