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Sologni; the Ice Forest

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2013 by Myra's Circle

There is a forest that now only lives in our hearts, but once, long ago, was real.  A forest full of ice, and snow, so cold it could freeze even the warmest of hearts.  A forest of one thousand trees, that had been frozen for a thousand years, called Sologni…

OK, lets just skip through the intro.  I think you get the point.  It’s a forest that’s been frozen solid for a long, long time.  I was walking through the iced forest when it all started.  You see, I was a lonely girl, with no one to understand me.  The forest was were I belonged, the one place that only I dared to go.  It belonged to no one, but when I would walk through the forest, I could forget all my troubles.  No, wait, I’m not making sense.  Lets start at the beginning.  My beginning.  My name is Natalia Rose, and according to my friends, I live the ‘perfect’ life.  Yeah right.  As if they’d know.  My parents hate me, and I’m an only child, so I don’t have brothers or sisters I can turn to.  My grades are horrible, and I never sleep, but at least I have a good public image…  but that’s not the point.  My life is probably the worst it can get around here.  And that’s coming from someone who lives in a cursed village.  That was what I always figured.  Anyway, enough about me.  I won’t bore you.

As I strolled at a leisurely pace through the forest, I noticed a single drop of water, coming off one of the trees.  I blink, and it disappears.  Must have been my imagination.  Shrugging it off as too little sleep, I continue walking.  Then there’s another drop.  I frowned as I watched it drop in front of my eyes.  No, I thought, no, it can’t be melting.  Not after a thousand years.  It’s not possible.  As I watched two, then three, then four more drops fall off the trees, I began to panic.  This wasn’t just paranoia.  This was actually happening.  Sologni, the ice forest, was melting.  “No… no… NO!”  My tears mixed with the water drops, adding to them, making it worse.  If the ice melts, then the trees, and all their magic will die.  The trees encased in ice were the only thing protecting my village, from disintegrating into ash, as it should have long ago.  “NO!” I screamed as I watched my home melt away, flooding everything else with it.

Now, as I walk through the forest of dead trees, without any trace of life, I think about all the innocent lives taken the day that the curse was unleashed.  I think maybe it was God’s wrath upon us, for watching all the evil-doers, and not ever trying to stop them.  So what is the village’s curse, you ask?  Well, it’s over now, but it was a terrible thing.  A prophecy foretold that when the forest of one hundred frozen trees melts, the town of Bermuda would become nothing but ash, to be swept away by the winds.  And it came true.  Right in front of my eyes.  My tears were saltier that day, than on any other.  I sit down on the cold, unyielding ground, my dress splayed around me, as I hope to be rescued.

Wind

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Hopeful Stories, Love Stories, Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 23, 2012 by Myra's Circle

“Fly Wind, fly!  You’re free now!  Fly to the edge of the earth and back, and tell me of your amazing adventures.”  whispered the little girl to her Giant Sky Eagle.  Nearly everyone in Wind Valley had one, mostly for transport or for a pet.  Wind didn’t budge.  The little girl could tell he wouldn’t go anywhere without her, so she said, “It’d just be for a little while.  You could come back for me.”  she told him soothingly.  “GO!” she shouted when that didn’t work, tears springing to her eyes as she watched her friend fly away.  “I’ll see you when you come back for me,” she whispered loudly, “When you come to take me to a better place than here.”  The little girl stayed on the ledge until Wind disappeared from her sight.  She shouted some parting words to her swiftly departing bird, “Remember me.”

 

Years had passed before she saw Wind again.  The girl was now fifteen.  It was a clear day above Wind Valley, but not underneath.  Underneath Wind Valley, fluffy white clouds floated harmlessly from place to place as Wind Valley stayed in it’s place in the sky.  No one walked the earth below anymore, as the air was too toxic.  The air up in Wind Valley was beautiful, and not polluted, as there were no factories or cars.  The girl was standing on the same cliff that she had ten years ago, when she had released Wind.  She closed her eyes, letting a westerly breeze blow through her hair, filling her nostrils with the sweet scent of flowers.  The girl had come here every day since then, hoping Wind would come back and take her somewhere else, on an adventure.  She hated Wind Valley, as beautiful as it was.  She was to rule as queen when she turned sixteen, but she was afraid of ruling.  She was never able to do all of the fun things that other teenagers were.  Wind, in other words, was her only way to escape that bleak life, and that dark future.  The girl figured that if she could escape, then no one would be able to tell her to be a queen anywhere.   The girl looked down, watching the clouds drift.  Somewhere above the clouds, she saw a blue shape shifting.  She squinted, trying to make out what it was.  It was coming towards her at an alarming rate.  She blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing.  Wind had come back to her!  As it plunged into her, she could have sworn it squawked her name.  KAIRI!

The Moon Pond

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Love Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 5, 2012 by Myra's Circle

It had been five days since we had been abandoned by our friends and family, left in a desolate wasteland.  At least there was a hut there.  As I sat on a make-shift chair in the shabby little hut, I watched my lover, Garth as he collected firewood.  I looked down at my swelling stomach and sighed.  I was six months pregnant, and I was worried that the baby would die if we tried to raise it here.  When Garth came back, he started a fire and some food, then settled down on the chair next to me.  We watched the moon rise together every night, but this time, it seemed even brighter, more lubricant.  “Elissa, do you think we’ll be trapped here for the rest of our lives?”  whispered Garth, sounding like a scared little child.  “I really don’t know, Garth,” I replied with great sadness in my voice.  Garth got up and got the cooked food off the fire.  Schnitzel tonight.  Garth handed me one on a plate he had found in one of the cupboards and smiled.  He took one for himself and settled down again.  After that we talked long into the cold night.

 

I noticed something very strange happening during the night.  The moon seemed to move closer and closer with each passing hour.  By about midnight it had settled on the ground, the surface shimmering, like a pond.  I rushed outside, grabbing Garth’s hand and gazed at the moon pond.  Suddenly, I knew that we shouldn’t touch it.  “Don’t touch it!”  I cried to Garth.  I looked  over at him and realised that his eyes had glazed over and he was reaching out to touch the pool.  I snatched his hand away.  I must have been immune to the call of the moon pond, because I didn’t get the urge to touch it like Garth.  Garth was on the opposite side of the moon pond now.  He grabbed my arm and yanked it and I feel into the moon pool.  Sinking, sinking.  Did this pool have an end?  I decided no.  I was stuck sinking forever, eventually losing my identity.  Tears streamed down my face as I realised that I could never have my precious baby, never spend days playing with her.  I was lost in the moon pool.  I sunk lower and lower, yet at the same time, going no where at all.  All noise from the surface had been blocked off.  I heard a splash and looked around, seeing Garth.  He no longer had a glazed look in his eyes, and he embraced me.  I fell into his arms in the never-ending moon pond, weeping.  Weeping for my lost life, my lost baby, my lost everything.  It was only later I realised that Garth jumped in because he loved me.  I decided that I would spend the rest of eternity in his arms.

Lost in the Road

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 30, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I cycled round and round and round,

I pedalled faster, homeward bound,

I tried to find my way back home,

But unsuccessful, unlike some.

Some people have it easy,

Never feel queasy,

‘Bout being lost,

No matter the cost.

And as I rode and rode and rode,

I thought about how I’d been lost in the road.

Live Again

Posted in Nature Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I listen unfeeling,

to the tree bark un-peeling,

My mind is reeling,

I’m tired of dealing,

My body is keeling,

From the rough sealing,

Of my coffin feeling.

I breathe in the scent of trees,

The world is all I see,

There’s nowhere else to be,

I feel ever-so-free,

To be me,

Is my final decree.

Elephant Feet

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Hello little elephant,

Stomping its massive feet,

Your eyes full of wisdom,

Your feet full of exhaustion.

Stomp!

Stomp!

Here you come,

Shaking the earth,

With tired feet.

Your skin  is weathered,

From time in the sun,

Only occasionally your feet will run,

Trudge!

Trudge!

Stomp!

Stomp!

Why do you seem so sad?

Your wise eyes remind us,

Of your strong elephant feet.

Katniss’s Song

Posted in Book Talk, Posts with tags , , , , on June 12, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

 

This is the song in The Hunger Games.  It’s really sad.  I nearly cried at this part.