How was your Christmas? Mine was great! I had a lot of fun and I got some great gifts: clothes, iPod, shower stuff, books, money... all my favorites.
Are you excited about 2013? I can't wait! :)
I hope you aren't bored of this post, so here is something to make it more interesting: a story by me!
Soren
When I came back, she was gone. Everyone was
gone. I remember frantically searching through the empty town, calling her name
unceasingly. But then I broke into sobs when I realized she wasn’t here. Nobody
was.
Let me start at the beginning. Winter was finally
ending. The snow was melting, the sun was shining, the birds were starting to
sing again, and the soldiers had left. At least, for a little while.
I had ventured into the woods in hopes of finding
a suitable dinner for my sister and me. I was lucky. A buck had wandered
into my path and I killed it in an instant. It was a big buck, too. My spirits
had risen, for now we would be able to eat for days to come. I don’t know how I
managed to drag him all the way back home, but Father trained me well. If only
he could see me now. But those days were dead and gone and passed.
I remember her saying “Don’t leave me here
alone.” So, I put my arms around her like a big sister would and told her I had
to, in order for us to survive. I told her that if anyone came to the house
while I was gone that she was not to answer the door, but to hide in the cupboard
in the kitchen. She said she understood, but what if I didn’t come back? Then
what was she to do? She looked at me with her sad, brown eyes, making me nearly
cry. I so badly just wanted her to be safe and sound, with a home to live in,
food to eat, and people to love. So I told her, “I promise. And when I promise
something, I will never ever break that promise.”
I left and didn’t look back, thinking it was just
a normal day and that I would be back soon. But it was not a normal day. It was
the worst day of my life. Worse than when the soldiers started coming and our
neighbors starting disappearing. Worse than when Father was taken away. Even
worse than Mother dying. It was worse because now I had no one. No one to keep
me going, no one to hang onto when times got tough. I was all alone.
It was a horrible feeling.
Miri
They were coming for me. I could hear them –
their boots crunching in the snow, their swords clanking at their sides, their
harsh words muttered among them as they made a final search through the ghost
town. I cowered in the cupboard like Soren had told me to do, not making a
sound. Please go away, please go away, I prayed.
My heart skipped a beat when they knocked on the
door. When no one came, they grew impatient and threw open the door themselves.
I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. I could hear them rummaging through
our belongings and wandering through the small house, looking for signs of
life.
They were getting closer. They were the hungry
wolf pack and I was the miserable, lost little lamb.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” they
taunted.
I closed my eyes. Please go away, please go away. I
nearly screamed when the cupboard door was thrust open. I looked into the eyes
of my kidnappers.
“Ha! We found you!”
They pulled me out screaming and thrashing like a
wild animal.
“Let me go!” I cried. “Soren! Soren!”
I sunk my teeth into the hand that held me,
desperately trying to get away. He howled and clutched his hand, dropping me in
the process. I fell to the floor and jumped up, but there were too many of
them. Another soldier grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.
“She’s a feisty one, she is,” he said. “Let’s put
her in the back with the rest of them.”
I screamed again, praying someone would hear me, but
then everything went black.
What do you think? Want to know what happens next? I'll post more this week!
Have a great day! :)
