Tuesday 6 October 2009
"When The Moon Turns Pale": Chaper One, Part One
Posted in Posted by Martha Finley
Drip.....drip.....drip, drip, drip..... fell the water from the roof of the library. A hole, no larger then a grown human's thumb, allowed the tiny droplets from outside to sneak their wet selves inside. The dripping sound it made began to drive the red headed girl, who was sitting by a little candlelit table , crazy. Perhaps even insane. She grimaced as it kept repeating, only two feet from where she now was reading.
Steadily turning the brown books leafy page, yellow and old from time, her finger slipped. Down it went, slicing against the edge of the page, and causing a horrible pain to reach her nerves.
"Ow!" she yelped in distress. Blood droplets, as big as the rain droplets were, slid down her finger and onto the wooden oak desk. Drip, drip, drip.
The nearest piece of cloth to her was the brown dress she wore. She wrapped her finger in the folds of the scratchy material, pressing it hard to stop the red stream.
She held it that way while standing up. With no free hand, she could not close the book that layed on the table. Rushing out of the room,she ran down some back wooden stairs, up some stone stairs, and into the warmth of the bustling castle kitchen.
Not to alarm anyone, she walked up slowly to her friend Breeanne. Her thin white hand reached out to touch the sleeve of the brown hair girl, who was stirring some stew in a large pot by the spitting fire. It's flames caused her face to glow the same orange color, and her face was covered in sweat. But though she looked to be suffering, a smile remained on her lips, and she faithfully did her work.
When the tug of her sleeve made her turn around, Valina, the red hair girl, held her finger up to show the wound.It was still gushing sticky red droplets. Breeanne hung the spoon on a peg hanging on the wall. She grabbed Valina's wrist, and pulled her out of the kitchen. No words were spoken, but Valina knew the exact place they were now heading to.
In a quiet like voice, Breeanne called through a tiny stone door at the end of the hallway, staright from the kitchen.
"Chess? Are you in there?" She opened the door, and dragged Valina behind.
Valina began to tremble in fear."Now Breeanne, you know I despise the thought of having my skin sewn back together.....and I am sure it just needs someone to wrap it so my dress can stop turning from brown to red." She made a gesture to show the red stain in her dress.
"Back here!" called a voice from further in the room. Sure enough, there sat Princess, or Chess as everyone called her as to not confuse her with the real Princess. Seeing the two figures step into the light where shesewed tiny vine designs on a silken white dress, she dropped her kneedle. Then shr saw the blood.
"Oh dear!" she exclaimed." What ever has happened to poor Valina?" she smiled a mean little grin.
Valina rolled her eyes, ignored 'Pin Prin', and waited for Breanne to speak.
Breeanne spoke little, and now was no different from any time. She made her way to the scrap material pile, and bent down to look through. Ignoring the silk, despising the sack, she finally found a thick piece of material made of cotton. It looked like the material from a servants apron, and Valina smiled to herself while happily thinking of how funny it was that Chess had to sew servant's aprons and dresses. The same dresses that she wore.
Breeanne asked Chess something, too quietly for Valina to hear what it was. Chess agreed, and sat down to return to her stitching.
Breeanne placed the material around Valina's finger, making a bandage. The bleeding had stopped some, which relieved Valina.
When finished tying a knot to hold it in place, Breeanne waved goodbye to Chess, then she waved goodbye to Valina. Smiling as she usually does, she moved back through the door, up the hall, and vanished into the kitchen.
Not wanting to be left alone with Chess, Valina nodded to the other girl, as is required, then half ran through the door and shut it as loud as she could behind her. No matter how much Chess picked on her status, she would never give her the saisfaction that 'Pin Prin', a seamstress, was better then her.
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Saturday 3 October 2009
Prologue
Posted in Posted by Martha Finley
Here is the prologue to my story "When The Moon Turns Pale":
Imagine. Imagine yourself a bird, a little bird. A little bird flying through the air trying to reach the large fluffy clouds that floated on the blue horizon. Imagine almost reaching your destination, when the sight of a brown stone castle comes within view.
You fly toward the structure, drawn by the beauty and valour it's large cold stones hold. You see a window, and without thought, you swoop down and enter, for it is open wide. The light that the sun pushed into your little eyes disappears, an a thick darkness fills them up in place of the gleaming light. Blinking, you land on a shelf with a thud, and dust surrounds you in a little puff. As your eyes begin to adjust, you look around to see the room in which you now stood.
On a medium blue chair, a girl with red-brown hair slouches over a brown covered book. Her eyes move back fourth, and her face screws up now and then in disgust at whatever she is reading. A few minutes more, and you tire of watching the large green eyes move and grow large. The scent of food reaches your beak's nostrils, and it captures your complete interest and attention. You spread your wings, small as your eyes, and soar through the air, reaching a door which you use to quickly exit .
The smell grows stronger, and stronger. You pass tall knights, standing in a single line along the wall. Their helmets with blue plumes on the top, cover their face, with only tiny slits in them to allow breath to escape their mouths. They use their spears, which they hold tightly in their steel covered hands, to swat at you. As you dodge them, you almost miss the turn to where the food seemed to be.
At the end of your small quest, you end up in a large kitchen fillied with cooks, maids, and the one thing your heart desires at the moment. Bread.
A young girl, about fifteen years of age, washes dishes in a small tin basin. She hums, and sways while putting each tea cup, goblet, and platter in the bubbling warm water. A smile is on her face, and she seems to be the only soul in the room not gossiping about some lord, lady, or any other bit royal with power over them. Her kind face diplays maturity, and her long brown hair hanging down her back, though not in spiraly curls, is still beuatiful for the way the sun shines on it through a window above her head.
The window....the sunshine calls you, and you follow it. Bread, and food is quickly forgotten and you rush away from the kitchen to be once more outside. Fresh air, and the scent of oak trees from the neaby woods seap into your mind, and you do spins in the air until a clashing sound reaches your ears, and curiosity edges it's way to you again.
Three boys, ages seem to be from sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, all clash swords together. The oldest, a curly brown male in armor up to his kneck, yells commands at the other two while they struggle for breath, and wipe their heads. The sweat has drenched their hair, and tired as they looked, the leader of the trio moves them on, commanding orders and showing them how to use the large pointy weapon.
The training continues, and the horses in the stable neigh in excitement and exhaustion of being bound to the large wooden stables. You fly through the stables, landing on a stall door. A song wells up in your heart, and a joyous tweet comes from your beak. Unfortuantly, you frighten the horses, causing a young man to come running at you with a large horse shoe, that looked more like it would fit a giant more then a horse. You fly up into the beams of the stable, hiding from the mad man with the large horseshoe below.
Singing a pretty song of spring, two young girls, around the ages of thirteen and fourteen, enter the stable to find the young man looking, with no success, for you. They giggle and grin, then hold up a basket of apples. Face red, he nods his head, and they make their way to the stalls. Each horse comes up to them, as they present a freshly pick, bright red, and juicy apple. They feed each horse, black, brown, white.
Hunger returns, and when the mad horseshoe man walks out, you glide down and land on the shoulder of the once with curly blonde hair. The other, with dark brown hair, gasp is suprise at you. She reaches out to touch your feathers, and seeming to realize your pain, she puts one of the apples on a nearby stoole for you.
You poke your beak into the core of the apple, greedily eating the treat. Another girl enters the room, leading a white horse with a horn on the forehead. Her face is covered in dirt, her dress brown. Her hair is golden, but you could hardly tell for the mud and dirt covering it. Followed by a snippy nosed, about sixteen year old boy, she nods her head as he seems to be correcting her. His black hair, and blue eyes do not seem to go together, and his face is far from any hint of kindness.
This place begins to scare you, and with one last piece of apple, you fly away. The last person you see is a girl with the same black hair, and blue eyes as the yelling boy you fled from. She stands on the wall that surrounds them, stitching a scene of the outside country side into a blanket.
A strange place, full of strange people. But these different people, though seeming to live normal lives, have much more to them then you have seen.....
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Monday 14 September 2009
"The Dark Forest": Part Fourteen
Posted in Posted by Martha Finley
Hello Inklings! This is Martha Finley, and I am finally deciding to post the next part of "The Dark Forest".
Reflections of tall dark shadows illuminated the hallway as two girls, one the servant and the other Penny, a blacksmith's daughter. The shadows wiggled and shook from the way they walked through the corridors, hallways, and staircases scattered through the castle. They passed a window which revealed the light slowly and surely dimming around them. The brightness of the place was fading, and it worried Penny to no end.
"Terror....."came the young king's voice from the back of her thoughts."This place will become a terror for you...." She shivered as a tiny bit of cold air surrounded her shaking shoulders.
The servant girl, whom Penny found out was named Faithlen, held a lit candle in her hand for the few dark passges they hastend through. She was no longer speaking. A solemness passed her, and the only sound her mouth made as they walked was a tiny yelp as hot wax from the long white candle dribbled on her wrist.
"Owwww!" she cried, almost losing grip of the candle.
Penny, who was a few feet behind the curly blonde servant, rushed to help her. However the servant just made a face, and motioned Penny to follow through the endlessly large castle. Penny winced when she saw the wax clinging the other girl's skin. A redness surrounded it.....does it not hurt?
She was begining to feel uncomfortable. The livliness of the castle when she had gone to her room was nowhere to be seen. Taking her thoughts away from the stillness, she gazed at the hallways she then traveled. White floors, silver walls with rose paintings, candle holders fixed upon the walls, windows that showed the darkening outside, and doors which she guessed led to other rooms. Sighing, she put her thoughts back to following the servant girl......
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Thursday 6 August 2009
"The Dark Forest": Part Thirteen
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Servants were running about this way and that, carrying trays of food, white roses, or leading the younger royals around the castle to keep them out of the way. Penny watched in wonder as they laughed and smiled, not having a care in the world.
Their world should not be this happy, were the thoughts of Penny. They were cursed. The appearence they had now was not their real one, just as her own appearance was not hers. She wished this is what they all really looked like, but deep down in her heart she knew it was not so.
A voice came down the hallway to her." Penny, oh Princess Penny!"
Princess..... Penny sighed. No one had answered her when she asked about her being a princess. She told the King that she was the blacksmith's daughter, not the king's. Still they called her princess, and the confusement inside of her tore her feelings to bits.
She solemnly answered." Yes, may I help you?" A servant girl of about the same age as Penny with round cheeks, a bright smile, and the greenest eyes Penny had ever seen looked at her.
"Well, no your highness. There not a thing you can do for me." she giggled, causing little pieces of curly golden hair to fall from where it was held back by a bun on the top of her head. " But, I can help you. The feast is about to begin, and that simple dress you are wearing at the moment just won't do, no it won't."
Simple dress!
"Well," slowly began Penny. She dragged the word well for a moment." Perhaps you could help me find a more, um, a more less simple dress."
"I sure can, your highness!" The servant girl pulled at Penny's sleeve, looking at the fine white and silver material as if it were a sack." Nope, like I said this dess won't do. No, no, no it will not!"
She led Penny back down the long hallway, through many rooms, and back up the stairs to the same room she had been in earalier. The servent girl walked over to the wall on the far right side of the room, and knocked. Penny stared in awe as it opened, revealing a closet full of dresses. The servant girl acted as if it were common to have closets come out of walls. She went through twenty or so dresses before she finally pulled one out.
The dress was of silver, long flowy sleeves, and white roses stitched into it. The dress was long, for it had a back that would drag the floor. Indeed this dress seemed finer then the one Penny wore at that moment, but still, Penny could never call the white dress simple. No, simple was completley not the word she would use to describe it.
The servent girl danced around as she came over to Penny, holding out the fine dress of silver with white. She held it out towards Penny, and Penny took it. Then she walked back over to the closet and reached down ito the bottom of it. She mumbled a few phrases that Penny could not understand, and then finally came out, her hands grasping a medium sized white box.
The girl looked around, scratched her curly blond head and muttered." Oh, where did I put it? The king will no doubt be angered if he finds out I-" the rest of the sentence Penny could not understand. The girl looked around the room as if one who was it in a game of children's hide and seek.
"If you tell me what you are looking for, mabe I could help ou find it?" The other girl ran around the room, obviously not able to hear Penny in her panic.
Suddenly raising her voice, Peny yelled,"I could help you if you just tell me what your looking for!" The room became silent.
The servant stood up, for she had been on her hands and knees searching the floor for whatever it was that was missing.
"No need to shout, your highness." She wiped dust that had been on the floor where she was looking from her white servant's dress." I am only in search for your crown. It is silver, and has tiny gems on it at the front. Each gem, fine looking gems might I add, is in the shape of a rose."
"That crown!"
" What do you mean 'That crown'? Have you seen it before?" She was now looking behind the mirror.
Penny stood up, and walked over to the other girl.
"Yes, I have seen it." She reached for the top of her head. Now holding the object that had rested on her light brown hair, she held it before the servent. " Might this me the crown?"
The servent shouted for joy, and grabbed the beuatiful shiny gem covered crown.
"Oh thank you your highness, wherever did you find it-Oh never mind. It is safe, and the king shall not be angry." She put it on the bed, where the Penny had also laid the dress and the white box. She smoothed out a few wrinkles in the dress, and then turned and faced Penny.
"Now, before we make Prince-um, I mean King Matthew," she nervously laughed," angry by our being late, you best put the dress on." And with that she left the room, a skip to every one of her steps....the good LORD willing, to be continued.
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Tuesday 21 July 2009
"The Dark Forest": Part Twelve
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An old face was what she expected to see, but no, the face was young. The king was no older then she. His face was kind, and he looked down at her with eyes of laughter. She could not help but to smile, and he smiled back. "Welcome Penny." greeted the king." Has it been only a few hours since last we met?" He laughed.
Penny looked at him, and then her face turned red. The boy she had met earlier was the king! Never had she been more embarassed in her life, nor had she felt such humility. She bowed her head.
"Your Majesty, I-"her voice cracked, and she broke into tears. The king saw her distress and ordered everyone in the room, except for the old queen, and Penny, to leave immediately. Murmuring voices followed , but all obeyed until the last person walked out, shutting the white doors. The king led Penny to the throne and set her in it.
"Penny, it is alright." he said." I should have not laughed at you." He smiled as he looked into her eyes." You looked so funny in those boys clothes, that I could not control myself."
Penny looked up, and the tears stopped. A quiet moment passed by, and then laughter came from her lips. The mood became more cheerful between them, and after asking for forgivenss, the king agreed.
They talked for a long time. Penny had not been called princess since she had entered, and so she completely forgot about asking why she was called princess. The room once again filled with people, and the King, the queen, and Penny stood before them.
"My people, today we have met our visitor. She has everything a girl needs, now that she is with us." He looked at Penny, and then back to the listeners." We have shown her the good of where we live, but she must know that this is not what life is always here."
The king walked over to a window, and opened it. Penny watched as he put his hand out the window. It turned black, and wrinkled. The life in it drained slowly away. She walked over to him.
"What is this? What is wrong with your hand?" Taking his hand from the window, he answered.
" I am positive that you have heard the tales of the people who lived in the Dark Forest, of the witch, and of our being turned into creatures?" Penny nodded her head yes, but questions still filled her eyes.
"Penny, the city covers what we really look like. The light, it makes one more beautiful then they truly are." He put his hand on her shoulder."At night, when the light goes away, this world will become nothing but a terror for you."
"But-"
"A terror."
GOD bless you all,
Martha Finley
Tuesday 7 July 2009
"By The Golden Sea": Chapter One- Part Three
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Harmony and Prince Windlon sat and talked for hours, but it only felt like minutes. Saying their good bye's, Harmony walked home on the road, and he went home to the sea.
After a few more minutes of walking, Harmony found herself walking up the path that led up toward her house. It was a small house, nothing fancy about it. Made up of stone walls and a roof of grass, any person who walked by could tell that no rich person lived here. No, just a man, his wife, and their four children.
Harmony opened the front door, and walked in. She looked around the room, and smiled. Everyone was asleep, but her dog who was standing by the table. He looked up at her, and whined. He pranced happily to her, and sat down before her. Laughing, she walked over to the table, and handed him a piece of bread. He gobbled it down, and his tongue hung out his mouth as he looked longingly at her, waiting for more food.
"Now Charlie, you know you cannot have any more."she rubbed his head" I just gave you my food, so be thankful." The dog looked at her, and then layed down by her mat.
Her stomach growled, and she sighed. She always had a heart when it came to Charlie. She had found him when she was 8 years old. He was a puppy when she saved him from starvation. Almost ten years later, she still seemed to be saving his stomach from growling, even if her stomach was the one that grumbled all night long.
She layed down on her mat which was by the table. Tossing and turning, she could not fall asleep for hours. Finally she went to sleep, and a peaceful sleep it was.
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Saturday 27 June 2009
"By The Golden Sea": Chapter One- Part Two
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The streets had emptied out now. The only sounds were of the ocean and of the wind. A chill began to surround her, so she walked faster. The birds were no longer in the sky, and darkness was settling in the street. Fear over took her, and she ran.
While she was running, she began to hear footsteps behind her. Trying her best to remain calm, she looked behind her, and she realized that she was being followed. Not knowing what to do, she ran faster and faster, but every time she glanced back beind her, she was still being followed.
She finally made it to the town gate. She took care not to make it seem that she knew she was being followed, and she slowed down. Then, when she got to the other side of the gate, she bolted straight towards home. The footsteps seemed to silence , so when she could run no longer, she looked back once more only to find she was alone.
She remained alert, and continued home. The trip home was always a lonely one, and in the dark she felt as if she were the only one alive. Praying to God always made her feel better, and so did looking out at the golden waters of the sea. The sea was just as lively as the village, and thinking of the ones who lived in it-
"Do not take another step, or you shall never take one again." The voice that spoke was rough, and it sounded as if someone were trying to cover up their real voice. Remaining in a standing position she answered,
" W-Wh-What do you want?"she questioned". I have no money on me, and the little bag I have is full of nothing but my drawing supplies."
"I do not want money or your drawings."He laughed." I want only to know why a young girl would be traveling on such a lonely road this late in the evening, when the only light there is comes from the moon, which is not very much light if you ask me.
"Well, I did not ask you, sir. So I advise you to leave me be, or I shall scream so loud that the Prince of the ocean will send a wave that will knock you off your feet." She turned to look at him, but she could not see him.
" I am not one to hide behind, but beside". She turned to look, and she realized he stood beside her.
A dark cape covered his face, and the height of him had to be at least 6 feet. Harmony's fear came over her again as she look up at him. She took a few steps back, and was prepared to run, when he caught her by the hands, and pulled her to him.
" Do not fear, I only just want to know something from you." He held onto her tight as she struggled to get free.
" Please,let me go" she pleaded." Let me go or I will call the Prince of the sea."
"Ah, so you are a friend of the Ocelians , the people of the water. I have heard that not many people above the water want anything to do with the prince, the king, and their people."
"Well, perhaps you have heard wrong." she struggled from his tight grasp on her hands, but was unable to free herself. Breathlessly she said. "I am a friend of the Prince's.
"A friend of the prince's, eh?" He leaned toward her ear and whispered" Do you think of him as only a friend?"
Then she knew, and her face brightened. She looked at him and said,
"Yes, only a friend." She found the strength she needed, she got out of his grasp. Then she uncovered his face. She laughed as she realized who her captor was.
" Windlon, how could you scare me like that?" She hugged him the way a friend hugs another friend." I almost fainted in fright."
" My dear, I mean't no harm. I only wished to know how you did, that is, how you did with your preformance infront a certain important lady?" His eyes were looking into ger own, and the stars over head reflected in them.
Harmony's answer was made known to him by the look of disappointment on her face. Sitting on a boulder that laid by the road, she looked down at her feet. Windlon went to where she sat, and placed his arm around her shoulders.
" The look on your face shows me the answer." He let go, and sat down beside her." You are perfect for being a messenger between here and the Stone Castle. Why would she not accept you?
"I may be perfect for the job." She looked straight into his questioning eyes. " I was just....just...."
" You were just what?" He seemed as if he were trying to read her heart. She sighed, and answered with three simple words.
"I was late."
"You late?!"Come now, Harmony, do not tell me you were day dreaming once again."
"Then I will not tell you I was day dreaming" she sadly replied."I will tell you that I was drawing pictures of scenes of the sea. Birds flying home to their babies, fish coming up to have a look at our world, boats lazily sailing by as the sun glowed brightly behind them....I completley forgot the time."
A moment of understanding passed between them. As they sat there, they both became lost in thought. Both were dreamers, and dreamers can relate to other dreamers, for dreams are thoughts that can only be shared wth another who has dreams of their own. Sitting side by side, they thought of the future, or should I write dreamed of the future. Yes, they dreamed.
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Sunday 21 June 2009
"The Dark Forest": Part Eleven
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"Do not worry, my dear. You will be fine, I should know" smiling the old woman led Penny to the king.
Penny's fear was gripping her stomach. She could not undertand why this king, a king she knew nothing of, wanted to see her. Praying and holding on to thoughts of home were the only things that kept her from fainting. She had never known such a fear as she had now. Noticing the people she passed, she realized they were of high status, and guessed she must be near the place where the king was.
They continued on for quite sometime, until they were infront a large white door. The door had two very tall guards infront of it, but when they saw the old woman and Penny, they bowed thir heads and opened the door. The taller of the two entered the room and called out,
" Her Highness, Queen Glada, and her highness Princess Penny are here to see your Majesty, King of the Dark Forest". He stepped aside and bowed his head.
Princess? Penny thought. I am no princess, perhaps......
Before she could voice her thoughts, the old woman, or the Queen, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the large throne room. Keeping her head faced to the ground, she followed the lead of the old queen, and all the way she felt the prick of the stares she was being given by the people of the court.
The king rose when he saw the Queen, and Penny. He stepped lightly down from where the throne was, and made his way to them. Penny dared not to look him in the face, but she knew he was infront of her, for all fell silent and two feet stood before her. Not a mouth said a word, and the silence was too much for Penny to bear. She lifted her head upward to look upon the face of the king....to be continued, the good LORD willing.
GOD bless,
Martha Finley
Wednesday 18 March 2009
The Dragon Prince:Chapter One, Part One
Posted in Posted by Martha Finley
Here is the first part of my new story, "The Dragon Prince" :
Back and fourth she walked.Up and down the hall she paced. Looking to and fro as she went, and being silent as she nervously waited for what was to be the most important news she would recieve in her life. Hearing a door open she suddenly stopped, but to her dismay only a maid came out of the golden colored double doors. The maid bowed, and went on her way. Felyn sighed loudly and began to pace once more. Finally she realized that worrying would not help her, and so she sat down on the stony ground.
"Oh,this is too much,"she looked at the doors , and sighed once more." How much time does it take for one to make such a small decision?"
The truth was that this was no small decision. Felyn of course did not know this. She was young, and sheltered. Being a Lady, she normally got her way, and had hardly any patience. She was not spoiled, but the world around her had always seemed to be revolving about her. Now her life was taking another turn. A turn we all must take one day. A turn that most of us do not want to take for it is a strange, dark, and almost scary place to go. This turn is called by many "Adulthood". Felyn would never admit she was afraid of growing up, but mabe her fear of entering adulthood was the reason for her unpatient way of acting that one lonely, rainy, and cold day so many years ago.
Looking up at the painting of the King that seemed to be staring crossly at her from across the hall, she shuddered. The face that was made up of paint had such a likness to the King that if one saw only the face in the darkenss of night, they would with no doubt believe it was him. Looking quickly away from the image, she leaned agaist the wall and closed her eyes. Sitting there in the quietness she began to recall all the things that had happened within just a few short days. Everything had begun to change so suddenly . Now her life's future was hanging by the decision that two men in the other room were making.
Opening her eyes, she reached slowly into her skirt pocket. Grasping what was in it, she pulled it out. Holding it in the palm of her hand she kept her hand closed, as if she could not bear anything to happen to it. After just holding the object for a few moments, she slowly and cautiously opened her hand. In it layed a ring with the brightest colored ruby one could ever imagine. Looking at it closely, she picked the beautiful object up with her other hand. Feeling it with her fingers, she sighed. Then, kissing the ring, she placed it safely back in her pocket. Not soon after, the golden doors opened once more. A servant came up to her with the message that her presence had been requested by the one's behind the doors. Standing up, she followed the servant with her head straight up and a look of complete calmness on her young face.
Entering the room, the servant reverently nodded his head toward Felyn and left. When the door closed loudly behind her ,she stood in place and waited for what was to come. The two men were standing at the head of a the long golden clored table that was set in the middle of the room. They both looked at Felyn, and motioned for her to come forward. She looked at them, and went steadily forward. Slowly she took every step, and with every step she took her courage was strengthened. Finally, she stood infront them, and looked from one to the other. Finally her eyes rested on the shorter one,
"Father" she said to the short man, with the black beard, straight nose, and stern face,"Have you come to a decision?"......to be continued
I pray you all have a great week in the Lord, and God bless you all,
Martha Finley
Sunday 25 January 2009
Sample of my new story.
Posted in Posted by Martha Finley
Hello everybody.This is Martha,and it's been awhile since I've posted anthing.It was before Christmas.Anyway,I just wanted to post a sample of the new story I'm writing called "The Girl With The Blue Ribbon".I know it's sort of a bad title.I might come up with a better one,but for now,that is what it is.Now I'll post just a sample,and then the rest later on this week.Here it is:
The sound of dripping water was all Cassandra Silvers could hear from her little room that was on the second floor of her father's large three story brick home.It was raining outside,and as she looked out the window,all she saw was the little wooden Baptist Church that sat plainly,and yet beautifully across the street from where she now lived.There was not another soul in sight,so she turned away from the window,and unpacked her few clothes and belongings,and began to slowly put them away.
As she was putting away her clothes,tears began to slowly form in her dark blue eyes,and roll down her white cheeks.Her heart was filled with what seemed to be an everlasting sadness.Nothing could make her happy now,nothing could bring them back.Trying to regain her composure,she wiped the tears from her eyes,and finished putting her belongings into the proper places for them.
When she had put away the last dress,she went,and sat in front of her mirrior.Taking a silver colored hair brush,and a light blue ribbon,she began to fix her hair for dinner.When she had just finished placing the last curl in a place where it would not stick out,a voice called to her from the other side of her bedroom door.....
I pray you all have a great week in the Lord,and God bless you all,
Martha Finley
