Sing me to Heaven - Some of my writing (finally)

Monday, April 14, 2008 - Some of my writing (finally)

Here is some of my writing for your enjoyment and scrutiny! This is a part of something I wrote last week; it was too long to post it all. If any of you wish to read the beginning, I'd be happy to post it in some later entry. This is an example of my usual style of writing: to begin in the middle of a plot, and leave you hanging at the end! I rarely finish my story ideas because I have far too many! We'll see if I ever write more of this- only time will tell! I'd love to hear your input on this, all you HSB authors! And non-authors, too!

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Her mind in a frenzy, she contemplated her choices. Night was falling fast, and to go on was unthinkable. The dog still waited at her feet- waiting for what? Not for her, it seemed, for it gazed unflinchingly Northward. Abigail made up her mind to go back. Even if she didn't make it before dark, she would at least be closer if search parties were sent out. Once firmly set in her decision, she turned on her heel abruptly, and started back down the path- back home. At that moment, the dog leapt to its feet and gave a sharp bark, its body quivering with expectation. Assuming the dog meant to call her back, Abigail resolved not to listen to it, and took another step. But she went no farther, for at that moment a dazzling horseman clad in red, his cloak billowing round him, appeared on the brink of the nearest hill. Never had Abigail seen anything so grand and majestic as the proud young man on the white stallion, silhoutted against the sunset. The sight froze her where she stood. For what seemed like an eternity- and yet a brief moment- neither moved. Then all of a sudden the young man spurred on his mount and came thundering down. Never once did he check his pace, never faltered as he raced towards her; all the winds of the four corners of the world could not have challenged his speed. Terror and wonder fell upon Abigail, and instinctively she put up her hands in a vain effort to guard her face. But when he was almost upon her, the horseman suddenly checked his advance. Motionless, horse and rider towered above her. When the dust had settled he spoke. His urgent, commanding voice rang off the hillsides.
      "Greetings, lady Abigail. I am sent by the true king of the realm of Lorfinia. He bid me make all speed to bring to his presence a certain maiden native to this land. He said I should find her here, guided by Silvren. Thus, maiden, I must ask you to come with me. Or, if you refuse, I am bound by my honor to respectfully carry you across the mountains by force. Much speed is necessary, and there is no time for lengthy consideration. Will you come willingly to the realm of Lorfinia? I cannot promise you much comfort, but I believe you will not be unhappy." This said, the rider looked intently down into Abigail's wondering face. Bewildered, she tried to organize her thoughts.
      "Why am I needed?" She asked at last.
      "For reasons unknown to me, though I do not doubt that they are noble and right. I do my king's bidding without question. So should you," returned the young man briskly. No trace of any emotion showed in his face.
       Abigail pondered his words. Honesty rang in his voice, and she felt she could trust him. Yet her family would never know... When she spoke it was with hesitancy, fearing he would refuse. "I will come with you if I can get word to my family. They must know why I do not return. We've already lost my father; I cannot leave without telling them. We are a family." Her last words came out as a sob, much to her regret. But the tall rider did not refuse.
      "Very well, I will send Silvren. He has his own way of communicating, which is generally very effective. Silvren!" he called out quickly, and the little dog stepped forward attentively. "Go with all speed to the home of the lady Abigail and bear the news to her family. Comfort them as best you may, and assure them of her safety." As he finished, the dog dashed back down the trail and was lost in the shadows in an instant.
      "Now, lady," and the young man reached down to pull her up in front of him. She accepted the hand, and before she had time to think, was seated in the saddle with no effort on her part. He reached around her and picked up the reigns.
      "Wait- what shall I call you, please?" Abigail asked quickly.
      "My name is Ablier," he returned just as quickly. "Now, we must make haste." And with that, he spurred the horse back over the foothills.
       Never slowing, they sped through the pass- into the mountains. Disconcerted, Abigail was a stranger to adventures of any sort, and she looked back to catch a fleeting glimpse of her valley, her home, and wondered if she would ever see it again. She clung, trembling, to the mane of the horse, though indeed, she seemed in no danger of falling, so firmly did Ablier support her. On and on they raced, giving Abigail only blurred glances of the beauty of the mountains she had always longed to see. Towering waterfalls they passed, plunged through luscious green undergrowth, galloped across cliffs of a dizzying height. Ever farther they traveled. Yet still the sun glowed on the brink of the horizon. It was to defy time, to ride the pure white stallion. When the sun did set, it was not at all gradual, and then they continued their journey in darkness. The young horseman knew this land well, or his horse did. Abigail began to wonder when, if ever, they would stop.

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I was awarded the new Lovely Friend award by PoeticMaiden. Thank you so much, Cherise!

It was so hard to decide whom to award. After much thought, I settled on these bloggers, who truly are lovely friends:

Crochetcrazy. Renee is such a sweet blogger, and I am also blessed to know her in real-life! Her posts are always wonderful and she shines Christ in every word she types! Thank you for being a lovely friend, Renee!

Melarooski. Melanie is also my real-life friend, and I'm so happy to know her! She is moving up to Washington St. in May, and I'll miss her sorely, but at least I'll be able to keep up with her on HSB! I love reading her posts, which are always very amusing! Love ya, Mellie!

AuthorElf. It is not often that you know someone who is both a good friend and a good writer. Cyrilla is both. This future published author is one of the first bloggers I knew on HSB- before I signed up I used to comment on her blog! Apparently she bore it very easily, though I confused her, no doubt!

SincerelyAmanda. I'm so grateful to have this talented young lady as my friend. She is encouraging and sweet and I love reading her blog. She just finished a screen play script, which inspires me, because I've always wanted to do something like that!

Desi. Sarah is another of my personal friends! I just couldn't resist awarding them all! She absolutely adores horses and posts interesting facts about them. When I talk with her in person, she talks about lots more than horses, though, and it's so fun to be with her!

Oh, that was so hard! I could have awarded so many more people. All of my friends are lovely! I doubt the guys would appreciate this award, though! Someone should make a more masculine award for them!

Adios, friends!

~Grace

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Posted by crochetcrazy

Thank you so much Grace! That is so very sweet of you! I try to be a light to the world, but as I'm human, I often make mistakes.

Thanks again!
.:::Renee:::.
Romans 5:8