Songs from the amazing Amavikka religion and culture Fialleril made, set in the harsh desert sands of Tatooine and guarded closely by the slaves.
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The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.
She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.
The seventeen-year old is Queen.
That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).
The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.
And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.
She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.
Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.
Beware the ripples.
Beware the troubles held within.
Beware the troubles that come out
And no matter what you do:
DO NOT BEFRIEND ANY OF THEM!
Harmony Ametsenya is too young to face the cruelties of the city. At ten years old, she shouldn’t be hungry, she shouldn’t be cold, she shouldn’t be worried about where her next meal is coming from. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is.
Fourteen-year-old Msitu Ametsenya shouldn’t be either. But it doesn’t change the fact that she will keep Harmony safe at all costs. At all costs. No matter what.
Their lives are full of fear and pain work. Because in this city, nobody cares about two impoverished orphan children trying to stay alive. Nobody cares about the impoverished at all. The city is grey, made of metal and glass and concrete. The water is grey, full of pollution. The sky is grey, full of smog.
As Christmas comes around the corner, the first Christmas since their parents died, how will Msitu make it a time of joy and hope? Because after all, in a world run by greed and apathy, hope is everything.
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16-year-old Hope Carson. A simple girl that just moved in with her new family, is about to start a new school year with her friends. She expected this year to be just like others, except for her stepfamily of course, but when she bumped into the one guy, she always told herself to hate, drama is making their way to Hope's life.
17-year-old Blake Adams started his life like any other human. But when he got discovered on the age of 15, almost everything changed, but one thing that hadn't changed, was the hate he got for Kyle Carson. Blake is a very loving person, but when it comes to Kyle, all that love fades away and turns into nothing but hate.
Are Hope and Blake capable of keeping their relationship a secret from the whole world, and most importantly, Kyle. Or will everything fall apart, and will they be exposed?
Find out in this romance / drama story!
Please read the first chapter. Important!!
Basically a blog for when I need to rant or share an idea of mine. Feel free to comment and present your own opinions on whatever issues I bring up. :) Discussion and debate are welcome.
The poems here are not necessarily haikus, but they are my own version. Do enjoy, I tend to write on different subjects, just according to my feelings. But, I'm pretty sure you'll understand. Just so you know poetry isn't boring, it's just like music, but in this case you have to dive in deep to explore its meanings. Be in the moment, and try it. Taste the words in your mouth, let it nourish your tongue, and fill every fold of your mouth with its appetizing fibres.
Poetry is really not bland, it's you refusing to slow down to the life around you and take it ee-easy. Relax and simply enjoy the moment.
Instructions for reading: Remember, it's always better reading a poem aloud. If not, read slowly in your mind for the words to sink in, and to touch you.
The Circle is a collection of poems, that expresses the never-ending motion of the seasons, while the humans are dissatisfied all the time. In the cold of winters, or in the hot of summers, the humans need something else, that they doesn't have, so they can't be happy anytime.
Written by Kristóf Kozma, AKA bechryko
This is the story of KING LOUIS XVII, the uncrowned king of France.
He is the child of King Louis XVI of France and Queen Marie Antoinette. The Royal family is kept prisoners when the French Revolution starts.
This is the story of the boy's harsh sufferings and ordeals as a prisoner. It is the story of an innocent child that suffers because he is a symbol of Royalty. It is about his courage and bravery as well as his will to hope for happiness.
(This story is based on real-life events, but it is not historical or factual. It may also be too sad and harsh for some readers)
Lord Staimor Alcar, Champion of War would soon be forced to pay for the sins of his past. The mortal world must answer to the ancient creatures that had no place within the civilized world. The Five Kingdoms only hope is with a crippled son a daughter broken by war and a princess unwilling to accept her fate.
Caroline Rosewood was happy, healthy, and had a loving mom and dad.That is, until three years ago.Now, her dad is gone, her mother resents her, everyone at school outcasts her, and she's lost all her friends, along with her health.But Caroline doesn't care what her classmates think or gossip about. They don't know her, so they don't have the right nor capability to judge her.No, that's not the problem. The problem is her mother.
As a result of the downhill spiral that was triggered three years ago, Caroline has no one and nothing to turn to except for music.The keys, the notes and the melodies are all that gives her comfort, along with singing... In an empty room, of course.That is, until she finally lets someone in.