Friday, March 23, 2012

Love Me... Please

Unknown Author.

“Hi, Mommy. I’m your baby. You don’t know me yet, I’m only a few weeks old. You’re going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I’ve got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don’t have it yet, but I will when I’m born. I’m going to be your only child, and you’ll call me your one and only. I’m going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We’ll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up. You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn’t wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! He wasn’t happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don’t think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don’t think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward , and your hands flying up to protect me . I was okay but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That’s a sound I don’t like. It doesn’t make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I’m not sure if I do. It wasn’t right. You say he loves you, why would he hurt you? I don’t like it, Mommy. Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you’re so proud of me ! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I’m happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart. I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy. Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn’t talking right. He said he didn’t want you. I don’t know why, but that’s what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won’t let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don’t care if you think that he is a good person, I think he’s bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn’t want us. He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me, Mommy? You didn’t talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay? It’s been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven’t talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don’t you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms , and I feel safe and warm again. Why don’t you do that when you’re awake, any more? I’m 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren’t you proud of me ? We’re going somewhere today, and it’s somewhere new. I’m excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you’re as excited as I am. I can’t wait. Mommy, I’m getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don’t know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something’s going to happen soon. I’m really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me . Then I will feel safe again. I love you! Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop! Don’t worry Mommy, I’m safe. I’m in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did , and they said it’s called an abortion. Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don’t you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I’m really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don’t you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn’t I love you enough? Please say you’ll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I didn’t want to be here, I wanted you to love me! I’m really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you! I love you, Mommy.”

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Keep Her

The young mother of the child lay on the bed, cradled the baby in her arms, smiling at her. There was pain and joy in her eyes, as a tear fell, dropping onto the baby's face. The mother wiped it away quickly. A girl, about the mothers age, stood beside the mother.
"She is beautiful, Lili."
Lili looked up at her friend.
"You think so?"
Her friend, Nia, placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Why of course!"
Lili laughed quietly and the baby reached her hand out to touch her mothers long blond curls. She let her baby's tiny hand curl around her finger.
"What shall I name it?" she asked.
Nia knelt down and touched its blond head.
"I don't know... What's a word for beautiful?"
The name suddenly came to Lili.
"Adele Mariah. But she will be called Mariah, because her father conceived her bitterly." a tear ran down her cheek.
She felt all the strength going out of her arms. She was breathing hard
"Take the child, Nia, before I drop her."
Nia took Mariah gently.
"You'll be fine, Lili. You just need to rest."
Lili shook her head weakly.
"No... No my friend. I can feel the life fading from me."
Nia took her hand, her eyes watering with unshed tears.
"Please, don't."
Lili looked at her friend, eyes looking tired but sure.
"Promise me, promise me Nia one thing before I die."
"Anything." Nia whispered.
"Do not let Mariah know the pain I have had to endure. Never let a man use her. Let this child live in the light, with happiness. Not having all her hopes and dreams and love crushed. Please promise me this!" her hands were shaking and her face showed the pain she was going through.
Her friend's tears came then.
"I promise, to the best of me, I will not let a man do this to her. May God bless her."
With that, Lili lay her head on the pillow and breathed her last few, painful breaths then darkness took her and she lay still.
Mariah began to cry and Nia looked down at her. She suddenly realized how special she was. She had to keep her safe, and safe she would keep her.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I have named it... You just need to read it :D

Have named it, made a blog for it, and written the first two parts now you can read it!
http://saigthedaughter.blogspot.com/
I will not be posting anymore of this story on this story. This is the story that was originally named  The Zealous, but I've changed it to The Sage's Daughter. Please check it out!
Thanks!














The Marks have taken the country... Now they have come to place their Mark on the children.

The Saig's Daughter:


He stood at the window, his hard eyes scanning the city. A light went out, then another and another. He turned his gaze to the tall buildings, watching as people went to and fro. He fingered a knife in his gloved hands, running it against his palm.
The door behind Him slid opened silently. His black cape swished slightly as He turned his head. A man, dressed all in black stood in the doorway.
“Come, Adar. Make your report.”
Adar walked slowly up to the caped one.
“My Master, Aymeric, America is ours in full.”
Aymeric aloud his servant a smile.
“You did well, Adar.”
He turned back to the window.
“Your plan succeeded.”
“No,” his Master corrected him. “My plan has just begun. Cand will take Abiodun by force, and the world will love us for it. Jacob will work his way into Dashia, but you, Adar, you will start to reform this land we have worked so hard for.”
Another light went out.
“Look, what do you see?” he asked?
His servant looked out, seeing the city lights and people.
“I see a destitute country, Master.” he said in a low murmur.
Aymeric nodded.
“This is what war does. But now, we must show the people how good it can be to live under us. Schools, factories, hospitals. The hand of the Mark's must been shown.”
“Of course. And they will.” Adar answered, his dark eyes watching the knife that his Master was holding.
Aymeric put the dagger in its sheath and clasped his hands behind his back.
“Activate CM7.”
Adar hesitated for a second, then bowed his head.
“It will be done as you say, Master.”
He turned and began to walk towards the door when Aymeric's voice stopped him.
“Adar, do all that I have said and you will get your prize... And much more.”
He heard the door close as he kept his eyes on the city outside, watching.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Character profiles.

If you like to write too, I would like to share some ways I come up with my characters, mainly, there profiles. This has helped me a lot with character development.


Name_____ . Put character's first, middle and last name (and possibly why they are named what they are).

Tags:________________ . Put what your character looks like. Such as blond hair/blue eyes. And if they talk a certain way or something.

Wardrobe:__________________. Put down what your character wears, when you mention different clothes on them and so on. 

Emotions:____________. Write common emotion your character show's in your story, such as sarcasm/depression/goofiness.

Reactions:____________. Put down what your character does/reacts to things that happen to him/her. Such as if someone told them that they loved her/him, what would they say/do?

Beliefs:_______________________. What is there religious beliefs/political/family beliefs?

Family:____________________. Write there family background! This is very important because family shapes what you think and do.

Friends:_______________________. Say who there closest friends are, with the other characters in your book so that you know who they feel comfortable with and who they don't.

Goals:______________. Write down your character's goals. A good protagonist usually has more then one goal. One main goal then maybe one or to side things.

Goal changes:____________________. You might be asking, what is this? But character's do change goals. Say a person is trying to get a job at a factory (goal one) but finds that the owner is not a Christian, so he tries to evangelize hi (goal two).

Actions character is in:____________________. Actions are scenes, but I like to call them actions, because there needs to be (in every scene) an Action/event that moves the protagonist towards his/hers goal. Put down which scenes/actions the character is in.


Yes, so this is something I've made up to help me. I hope it can help you to.

Adriel Valarien.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Beautiful Child

Rennie looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Putting a hand on the back of her head, she fingered her blond and black dyed hair. She let her hand fall again, glaring at herself.
“Its hopeless.” she thought. “We do I need to do this everyday?”
There was a simple answer, but Rennie couldn’t help thinking the question. She quickly smeared black lipstick on her cracked lips.
There.
It covered up the bleeding parts anyway. Setting it down, Rennie grabbed her backpack from the floor and slung it across her back. It was a Sunday: No school, which she was thankful. Opening the door to her room quietly, she looked around. No one was in the living room. She stole silently across the carpet, her shoe’s making little thumping noises. She opened the back door and stepped out. It was a cold fall day, but the sound of the wind was drowned out by cars driving past there house. Rennie set off, heading towards the local park where she might have a bit of peace and quiet for a while. She pulled out her phone and checked the time. 8:23, plenty of time before she had to go back for lunch. Putting it pack in her pocket, she looked up at the sky. It was clear blue, a classic not-a-cloud-in-sight kind of day, but she didn’t feel cheered up. It just was another day that she was alive. She bit her lip, chiding herself for thinking that. But it was true. She bowed her head, looking at her shoes.
As she approached the park, she heard several people laughing. Rennie looked up and saw the Gang. They didn’t really have a name, just the Gang. The Gang outside, the Bullies at school and Rennie didn’t want to know what they were called at home. It was a little surprising that they went to school at all, but they did. They went to her school. Fear began to rise in her throat. She looked at the ground again, trying to the small and unimportant.
“Hey, look guys. Its Rennie.” Tyler, the leader of the group said. A tinge of scorn was in his voice.
Rennie kept walking and ran slap-bang into a Gang who had stepped in her path. He smiled.
“Looks that way.”
Rennie turned to see several of them walking towards her.
“Why don’t you stay for a while, Rennie?” Tyler said, his white teeth showing.
Rennie took a step back, biting her lip.
“Why do you need to wear lipstick, girly?” he asked. He reached out his hand and touched her cheek lightly. “Is it to hide how ugly you are?”
Rennie slapped his hand away. Turning, she pushed past the guy in her way.
As her face was turned, a tear ran down her cheek.
Tyler called after her, “I can’t wait to see you at school, you little…” She shut out the last word he said and just kept walking. Her tears were flowing freely now as she hugged herself. Little sounds of her pain escaped her lips, but no one heard them.
She walked towards a pond, its water still and cold. Rennie walked to the edge and starred at her refection. Her mascara was running down her face so much that it looked like she was crying black tears. She bent down and touched the grass. This was wear her older sister had committed suicide, it seemed like a good spot. Rennie let the backpack fall from her shoulders, taking the weight off her back. Reaching inside, she felt around until her hand fell on a knife handle. She grasped it in her fist and pulled it out. It was a long switch blade, but it only had one long blade. She unfolded it, testing the edge with her finger tip. It cut in a little and she let the blood flow. Rennie had been sharpening it all the last night but had not really made up her mind until today.
Gripping it tight, she stretched out her arm, the knife pointing at her chest. Taking a breath, she stabbed.
The world grew dark then a hand was holding hers.
“Rennie? Is she awake, Doctor?”
She felt someone touched the side of her neck.
“She’ll wake up when she’s ready. I’ll be back to check on her in a few minutes.”
Rennie heard a door shut and she opened her eyes. She was lying on a hospital bed, with a bandage covering a wound on her chest. She looked up and saw Jaylyn, a girl from school, standing beside the bed. Jaylyn smiled.
“Your awake. The doctor wasn’t sure about it for a second back there.”
Rennie felt her chest gingerly.
“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” she said, almost bitterly.
Jaylyn looked confused then sad.
“Why… Why did you try to kill yourself? I think I would have died if you had succeeded.”
“Your lying.” her friend answered.
Jaylyn knelt beside the bed, her bright blue eyes shining with earnestly.
“No! Rennie, I’m not! Do you know how many people have been wanting to see you? How many people are praying for you?”
Tears began to roll down Rennie’s cheeks again.
“I just don’t have anybody left… I don’t.”
Jaylyn’s eye’s softened with un-shed tears.
“Rennie… I’m so sorry. But people love you! There are people that care.”
“Who would want to care about me?” she asked, hopelessly.
“The one who created you cares. He cares for his children.”
Rennie was a Christian, but life had overcome her faith. She looked at her friend again.
“I… I know. But no one else does.”
Jaylyn held Rennie’s hand.
“That doesn’t matter. None of our opinions matter. Only His. And he thinks you are a beautiful child of God.”

Friday, March 9, 2012

The light of the Dawn

Poem by me.

I will hold you close, to keep you warm.
And when they come to take me,
Tell them all the things I’ve said to thee.
For death is not needless, but nether are thine words.
Hold all I have said to your heart.
There, I will dwell ever, even in the darkest hour.
Til the dawn breaks, but you’re spirit holds.
Yay, even as the sky falls on thine shoulders,
Hold close, little one, these things you have been told.
These things that have made you’re spirit grow old.
Hold them ever, dear sister.
As mist swirls around thine feet, hold them, my sister, hold them.
No words of comfort will you meet on this darkened road,
And fears will beseech thee, ’Come, I am your sister. Follow me to my abode.’
And your tears, it will see and lick them up.
But no! Dear sister, no!
Away with thine tears!
Behold, another little one follows thee,
Ever watchful to thee.
Will you not care for the little one,
Who has strayed so far from her home?
And as the dark One see you both,
Shun him, pay him little heed.
For you and she did not come so far to be defeated by thieves!
I wish to see you, but your road is long.
In the passing memory will we behold our sisters.
Laden with grief, let it not be.
I will see thee soon, dear sister.
And hold your young one close,
Until they come to take you away.
For both of you shall see the light dawning,
The dawning of the day.

The Zealous.


Okay, this is part of the Zealous book, but before your like what??? I'm not posting in order... And I have decide not to do first person. So yeah, enjoy! :)



Blair ran out of the house, her face stricken with grief. Isacar steadied her.
“Blair, where is she?”
Blair couldn't stop her tears.
“They took her! They took Bethel!”
Isacar held her close, trying to comfort her.
“Why? What did I do wrong!?” her sobs came out in gasps, letting Isacar hold her.
“They did something wrong, not you, Blair.” Isacar said fiercely, a tear springing to his eye. Bethel was like a sister to him, who had helped his little sister with her disabilities. There was nothing that he could do to repay her for her sweetness... And now she was gone. He tried to contain his rage. Rage at the Mark's, rage at himself for having no words for Blair. He heard footsteps running up behind him. He turned his head, seeing Ben.
“Ben, what's wrong?” he asked.
His little brothers face was scared.
“Isacar... The Mark's took Ange and Luther.”
“What?” Isacar's face looked like he had grown several years older all of the sudden.
Jane took Blair's hand.
“Go, your Mom's gonna want you.” she said in her usual gruff tone of voice, hiding her own emotions back for all there sakes. Isacar nodded his thanks then left, running with his brother down the gray street.
Blair looked into Jane's eyes.
“What am I going to do now?”
Jane looked sure, nodding her head.
“Were going to get Ange, Luther and Bethel back from the Mark's. That's what we all are going to do.”

Blair sat on the bench in the old park, staring at her reflection. She had no more tears, though her grief knew no bounds. A cold wind started to blow, whistling a soft melody. She gritted her teeth against its sharp chill. The day after Jaylyn had been taken away, Blair had been fired from working at the clothes factory. She didn't even get a last pay. Grief does things to someone. It blocks their common sense and replaces it with a empty feeling that they can't cope with. She bowed her head, hugging herself.
A hand on her shoulder startled her. She turned, but it was only Isacar. He sat down next to her, looking at her with his deep brown eyes.
“Blair,” he said softly. “We need to go. Everything is ready, you just need to come.”
She looked down at her hands.
“Isacar... I don't know.”
She felt him touch her cheek gently with his finger tips. Such a tender show of love was rare in there society that Blair didn't know what to say. She looked up at him again and forced a smile.
“I wanted to give you this,” he said, taking her hand.
Blair looked at what he was holding. It was a ring, its band colored silver and its glass gems sparkling. She was speechless, almost.
“Isacar...” she breathed.
He smiled, fingering it.
“I've wanted to give you this for a while, but you know how I am with words. I asked my mother what I should say.” this amused them both. “These aren't real gems, or real silver.” he said, seeming annoyed with himself.
“That doesn't matter. Besides, if they were, someone might try to steal them.” she giggled at the thought.
There was a moment of silence, then Isacar spoke again.
“I wanted to give this to you, because I knew if you weren't coming with us, then I wanted to marry you before I left.”
It was a very unplanned wedding, but they didn't care.
“Does your mom want you to marry me?” she asked, wanting to know.
He nodded.
“I think she has ever since both of our parents met.” he blushed.
Blair made up her mind.
“Put the ring on my finger and I'll come with you.”
He put it on gently.
“I wouldn't take it unless we were going to be together.” she said, almost in a whisper. But then a thought made her hesitate.
“What about your mother? What will happen to her and your brother?”
Isacar nodded.
“She asked me to find our siblings. She said 'Come back with your shield or on it, my son. I believe that God will give you his blessing.'”
He helped Blair up. Blair was struck by his mother's strong words and faith in her son and God.
“So, what's the plan?”


Hope you liked it :)