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xEsaulx
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Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

My Summer Home

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.

I finished singing along with my CD of Taylor Swift as I cleaned my room. To me, I don't think I'm that great at singing. To others, well I wouldn't know what they would think. I only sing in the privacy of my bedroom or maybe even in the shower at times. I couldn't compare to my favorite country singers. Taylor Swift knows what she's doing and I guess I don't. Simple as that. All of the country singers I like and admire have two things in common; one of them is something I share. The thing that I don't share is their beauty.

Am I beautiful? That is something I tend to ask myself on occasion. I would love to be able to have Jessica Andrews' angelic, flawless face that looks so innocent and carefree. LeAnn Rimes has the most wonderful eyes green eyes in the world. Carrie Underwood, don't get me started on her. I would die to be able to dress as well as s he does, or maybe to have her smile. A perfect figure can go a long way, which is something that Julie Roberts has that I don't. I don't have to worry about it as much s others do. I think mine is fine the way it is, but I wish it was better. The color and the way Taylor Swift's hair curls is something I can only imagine having. I always laught at the thought of how I would look if I actually had each specific trait I liked about these five women.

Honestly, I only wish I could look like that. I am happy with the way I look...at times. I have a face, I think, that is close to meeting the standards of "flawless". Tiny freckles are visible on my face, which my mama always says makes me look cute and adorable. LeAnn's eyes are only a fantasy compared to my brown eyes which look through the glasses that I'm supposed to wear when I read. I'm not really into fashion as some people are, so me not being able to dress like Carrie Underwood isn't so much of a big loss to me. I usually wear simple clothing, jeans and a blouse underneath my jean jacket. I wear cowgirl boots too; I have about three or four pairs. My fgure is not something that I worry about at all; I think I'm in reasonable physical condition. My long dirty blond hair never curls; it always stays straight which I get frustrated over.

More later xD

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I hope so. You know I love your writing.

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xEsaulx
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Awww thanks! *tackles and hugs* :P

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Kool kool...looks like a another amazing story!

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More soon?

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Jun 4th, 2007 08:41 PM

xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

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Location: The Land of Quar

I'm trying, honestly. I have work now and final exams. sad

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Jun 7th, 2007 12:50 AM

danielle marie.
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Aw, it's okay. Take your time. big grin

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Jun 7th, 2007 01:26 AM

xEsaulx
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Location: The Land of Quar

I lost my manuscript and I haven't been on lately

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Jun 20th, 2007 12:46 AM

xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

((So I found the manuscript which was originally only two pages long and I skipped over breakfast entirely and went straight to the chores but I added so much detail. And I have NINE pages now and counting. I feel HIGHLY confident in this story and I will post FREQUENTLY))

"Emily, wash up for breakfast, an' make sure your older brothers are up an' ready for the chores. Pa's already started. "

That's my mama who so happens to be the most terrific person in the world. She does everything imaginable, to cooking all the way to cleaning and has enough time to help with the day's chores and manage to relax with the family at the end of the day. I wonder how she does it at times. I suppose it is the best if she keeps her trick hidden from the rest of the family. Maybe someday I will be able to learn it.

Before leaving the bedroom, I grab my white cowgirl hat, placing it on top of my head. I never go anywhere without it. Over the years I managed to start a collection of the hats, it is sort of like my trademark. On me, right now, I am wearing my favorite hat that means the most to me. I got it from Ma and Pa last summer when I first rode a horse on my own. The only person I can be compared to really is Terri Clark, and that is because she has worn the same type of hat I wear all the time on each of her albums, at least three that I am sure of.

The other thing I share in common with the five, plus Terri, is my love for country. I live and breathe it like the rest of my family. You see, we live on a large ranch in Minnesota. From what Pa says, his family's been living here for many generations and I hope that my brothers and me will continue to uphold the tradition. I could not think of living anywhere else but here. The ranch is a part of me, no one could possibly imagine what it would do to me if something ever happened to it. It's my life, it is the only thing I know, just like my Pa. My mama used to be a city girl before she met him and since then she has never stepped foot into one of those places. To say the truth, I'm frighten by the thought of going to a city. I prefer the nice quiet outdoors free from pollution and also because of the horses.

In between my room and Tim's happens to be the bathroom. From time to time, I am rushed, which I don't mind at all. It happens to be part of our daily routine, something I would never dream of changing. Tim's the first-born child in the family. Luckily, he's the easiest to wake. I stood in front of the door, it stood slightly ajar. I peek in to see if I could see Tim. I see him sitting at his desk, writing something. Probably to his gal, who he loves dearly, anyone can see that. I knock; he didn't answer. I open the door slowly, walking into the room.

"Ma wants us to get ready for breakfast. After we are to start shores," I say, waiting still for him to answer. I roll my eyes and mutter whatever going back toward the door.

When I start to step out of his room, I felt someone grab my waist and lift me up into the air, swinging me around. I scream in surprise when Tim snuck up on me like that. "Mornin' sunshine."

"Finishin' that letter to Samantha?" I ask when he let me down. He didn't answer as he follows me out of the room. We walks across the hall where Chad, the middle child's room was.

As we open the door, I mutter something to myself as we see him still sleeping. I haven't figured out how he could be still sleeping at this hour. Everyday I am up at five in the morning preparing for school and helping out with the chores before heading out. Chad did that too, only when school was around. Me, I'm never able to sleep in like that. I'm so used to being up early.

"Chad," says Tim trying to wake him up. He gestures to me, I understood what he meant.

I left the room, making sure to tread lightly on the floor. I remember to take my boots off as I descend the stairs as silently as possible. Around the corner, I see Ma in the kitchen cooking relentlessly. The target happens to be only a few feet away from where she kept busy with the pancakes. I tiptoe on the kitchen floor hoping to make it unnoticed. My hand reaches out when I hear Pa cry out for Ma. Lucky for me that she went the other way out of the kitchen, so she didn't have to look back at me. I quickly open the freezer door and pull out a small handful of ice cubes.

Racing back up, I didn't worry about being quiet. I pass my boots as I reenter Chad's bedroom. My hands grew numb from holding the ice cubes in my hand. I look at Tim, who started to grow impatient.

"Took you forever. Ain't you able to go faster than that?"

"Sorry, Ma was cooking. Pa called her so I-"

"Just give 'em here," he orders. I gave him the ice cubes.

He then tells me to remove the covers, which I did so obediently. Tim then places each of them on his neck. Chad almost jumps out of his bed yelling! I fought hard to contain my giggles. That didn't work so well. I flee from the room, knowing by now what will happen if I stay.

"Not that again!" hollers Ma from downstairs. She never approves of our methods to wake up Chad. We've been trying to come up with more and more creative ways of waking him up, ever since the start of summer at least.

We, me and Tim, race down stairs before Chad can get to us. When we go into the kitchen, Ma threw us two a look of disgust, but I can see a small trace of a smile from her. Once Chad comes down we help her set up the table for breakfast. Pa comes in and goes to the sink to wash his hands before sitting down with us. I smiles at the thought of us all eating together like we always do day in and day out. I know some other families take it for granite, but we don't. So I know how hard it'll be when my big brother leaves to go to college. That's if he still wants to go...

"So," Pa says breaking the comfortable silence. "Did you two come with any new ways of wakin' poor Chad up yet?"

Ma gives him a disapproving look, he smiles innocently. I take a bite of my blueberry pancakes. I enjoy and savor the delicious flavor of it, flowing throughout my mouth. I wait to see who will be the one to explain what happened to Chad. So far it didn't look like my big brother would say anything, so it has to be me.

"Not exactly, we used ice cubes again," I say sheepishly.

"Ah, well next time I'm sure you'll get him," he says giving me a wink.

"Now Pa, do you think you are settin' a good example for them?" she asks him.

"Ma, what harm will it bring 'em if they have a little fun."

I look left and right to both Ma and Pa to see what they have to say. As I look at both of them I realize how much traits each of us have from them. The color of my hair comes from my Ma as well as my figure. The color of my eyes obviously comes from my Pa. He always has that special way of cheering us up with his warm chocolate eyes. Both Chad and Tim have Pa's height as well as his build. It helps a lot when they work on the ranch. But while I have Pa's eye color they have Ma's, a sort of dull green. Their hair isn't brown either, but blond like Ma's. All of our traits are spread around like that. There are some things that each of us have in our grandparents as well. Like my spontaneous behavior I get from my mimi, Ma's mama.

Chad clears his throat, letting everyone know he wants to change the subject. He always has to be the victim of our pranks. "So, Pa, what is there left to do?"

"Well, I took care of the cattle already. The garden can use some tendin' to. I'm sure Ma will want to do that. Tim and Chad can help me make the new fencing that Torpedo knocked down last week. Emily do you mind feedin' the horses an' tendin' to them. Just make sure you stay clear of Torpedo for the meantime. I'll feed him later. an' make sure Bess has food too. She's growin' old ain't she?"

"Sure thing, Pa," I say to him. Taking care of the horses is simply the best thing for me to do. I love being with them. And I get to ride them afterward to stretch their legs out and so they can get exercise.

"Pa, don't you need to get lumber for the fencin'?" Chad asks him.

"Oh, Paul's comin' over any time now to drop it off. He had extra from fixin' up his shed."

"How long will it take, do you think?" Tim inquires, taking his turn to speak.

"Well if we get started right away after we are done here, we should be finished at nine."

Normally there is more to do, but we kinda finished everything that had to be done yesterday. Normally there are other things we have to do, make sure the fruits and vegetables are growing properly and free from weeds. Depending on what time of the month it is it can take us all day working on chores, or just a couple of hours, like today. No one slacks at all, and we each help each other when we are done. There isn't really anything else we do here at the ranch.

"What's the big rush, Tim?" I tease, laughing at him. I figure he wants to make sure he can get down to the post office to deliver the letter in time.

He continues to eat in silence. I smirk with satisfaction. I know I beat him again. There wasn't really anything they, Tim and Chad have against me, whereas I have several things against them. Being the youngest has its advantages, I can act innocent easily. Well maybe age has nothing to do with it. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only gal in the house so they don't think I am capable of anything mischievous. All I can say is shame on them.

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danielle marie.
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Wonderful!!

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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

FINALLY! First person to comment on my HARD work wink

*hugs* Thanks so much!

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Jul 4th, 2007 12:47 AM

danielle marie.
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I only tell the truth. big grin

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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

Another portion will be up later. I was just waiting to see if anyone else would comment xD

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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

"I need someone to help me with the dishes after before y'all get started with the chores. Any takers?"

Of course as expected no one is really eager in helping with dishes. But each of us in turn volunteer. We each like to pitch in to get things done as I mentioned. We really do act like a family, doing everything together, even the simplest thing like chores. I smile again at that thought of all of us offering to help Ma. She too smiles at the help she receives.

So the solution is simple. She assigns each of us a certain task in the kitchen to help out. Me, I empty the wash bin and fill it with fresh water. Sure, we do have a sink, but it isn't big enough for us to put the dishes in. Tim and Chad clear off the table while Pa tales the rag and wipe it down. By the time I get in the three men were sitting at the table talking. I struggle slightly with the wash bin. They sorta forget how much trouble I have with it. I can't exactly carry it fully in by myself. It's hard to get that last step. Both of my brothers jump to aid me. Such great people, right?

"Thanks," I give them a weak smile. I hate having them to help me with that. They constantly have to watch out for me to make sure I don't go and hurt myself. The only thing I can really do by myself is take care of the horses. But even with that Pa still comes in once in a while to make sure I'm still breathing.

"I'll call y'all in for lemonade in a bit, okay?" Ma says leaving the house to start the garden work.

We disperse from the kitchen. Us three climb the stairs to our respective rooms. I get my gloves I keep in my closet as well as my lasso I use for catching the horses if they got loose. Pa is the one who taught me how to make them, but I never really get how to get them to stay that way. Tim made the one I have right now, and it's been in good peak condition since. Before heading back down stairs I slip my boots back on and adjusted my special hat.

Tim and Chad are already gone as well as Pa. I make my way to the barn where we kept the horses. Bess, our aging dog, walks past me, probably going to eat her own breakfast. As I open the barn I am welcomed with a very familiar feeling. The feeling of being at peace, being at ease with the critters that I learn to love. The horses neigh, as if they were greeting me. I grind at them all. The loudest of them happens to be good ole Torpedo, the same horse that knocked down the fence that Pa and the guys are fixing up.

Torpedo, the most rambunctious one of them all, a mustang at that, attracts me more and more to him each day. There was something about him that makes me like him. I will, like to more than ever ride him, but Pa clearly forbids it until he is able to calm him down. He saved him a few weeks ago, he got his hoof stuck real good somehow and Pa freed him and brought him back to make sure he was well fed. He thought that the poor critter was starving. He seemed, he said, to be rather ill and he nursed him back to health. Pa's real good about that with horses. That is another trick I hope to learn someday.

My attention turns to my horse, Dreamer, a white stallion, who brays at my arrival. I walk up to him and stroke his nose gently. He likes that. I don't know how I know that, I guess I just do. Maybe its because he likes to be a suck up to me so he can get a sugar cube out of it. Or maybe he just enjoys the attention. It's really something I don't try to figure out.

Well really all I have to do is clean each of their stalls and make sure each of them are fed, groomed, and watered. On most days when I do this, it takes about an hour to an hour and a half. When I get started with my job I usually start singing to the horses. They're my first audience ever, I haven't received a single complain from them, well maybe besides from Torpedo, but he don't count in the matter. He's just a stubborn horse who will soon grow accustomed to living with us.

"Suki says we're all downtown
So what's my problem I don't wanna socialize
Why don't they leave me alone
Bad boys, jealous girls
Been there, done that
I just wanna fantasize
A-ahh-ahh, a-hhh, ahh ahh
Starin' at the ceilin' thinkin' about you
A-ahh-ahh, a-hhh, ahh ahh
It's a freaky feeling what can I do"

I emphasize each a-ahh-ahhh, aahh, ahh ahh singing as crazy and wild as I can to Jessica Andrew's "I Don't Like Anyone". The good thing is, they really didn't seem to mind me singing. All that I care about is that I'm having the time of my life. As the hour finishes I manage to get through five other songs from random country artists that I enjoy listening to. I move toward Dreamer, patting him again. I've had him ever since he was a youngling. Each of us have our own horse we are to spay special attention to. The others Ma and Pa always took care of. We have eight horses in all, so that left them to take care of four extra horses, Pa obviously taking care of Torpedo.

"You're a good boy, ain't you?" I whisper to him as I saddle him.

I mount Dreamer and kick his sides in a kind manner. I hold on to his reins as he starts to trot. The rest of the morning belongs to us. No one can ruin our day. The land my family lives on is about ten acres or so. At least that was what I heard when Pa spoke to Uncle Andrew on the telephone one day. All I know or care about is the fact that it is large. I never have been able to explore all of the land we own. Dreamer seems excited when I start out by going in a different direction.

"Yessa, Dreamer, we're gonna somewhere new today. How'd you like the woods, buddy?"

The woods always make me feel at ease. My brothers and I used to play in the woods when we were younger. Pa built us a fort at its outskirts. Sometimes I still go there to be alone to think. It was like a second room to me since Tim and Chad never come here anymore. I teasingly call it my Fortress of Solitude. Today it can no longer be called that when I decided to bring Dreamer with me. I will have to make a new name for it soon.

As the two of us went along the path that leads to the fort, I start to hum tunelessly, looking at the variety of things nature created. The sky, being cloudless, proves that today was indeed a perfect day. Not a single rain cloud in sight. Even Dreamer seems to be fully relaxed today. Not a single thought of doubt enters my mind.

About halfway there, I decide to allow him to rest. I really use it as an excuse to stretch my legs. I watch him wander off a little bit, nibbling the grass. I smile. I enjoy seeing Dreamer happy and carefree. Sometimes I wonder what it feels like for him to be held captive for so long, waiting for a day like this. Maybe captive isn't the best word choice. I hope he doesn't feel like he's being held captive. I love Dreamer, I take special care of him, and I spend a lot of time with him outdoors. Does he really feel like he's a prisoner?

"Hey, Dreamer," I call out to him. He continues to eat the grass on the ground. I notice how carefree he is. I hate to ruin his mood. I don't know what would happen if I lost him. He's really more than a pet to me. He's really my best friend.

It's hard to have friends on a ranch in a small area. I don't even know how close our nearest neighbor is. School really is the only time for me to have interaction with people. But since it's summer I don't have the luxury of that anymore. None of my friends have ever really expressed much interest in going to a ranch at all. It doesn't seem to entertain them as much as it does for me.

I find a tree that has sort of a curve to it, walking over I lean against it, using it as a seat of some sort. From there I watch him continuing to roam a little bit. When he gets to far I whistle to call him back. He never gets too far away from me. He is very loyal as well as dependable. I sigh with content and I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air that reminds me of where I love to be.

I feel a nudge against my leg. My eyes open to see Dreamer there in front of me. I smile wide, showing him my white teeth. I didn't fall asleep, I sort of just rest myself as I wait for him to leave. I am in no rush to get back home. I feel the need for him to take his time. So at last with him ready to go, I mount on top of him once more, continuing down the path.

As we continue on, I stroke his mane of white hair, encouraging him of how good of a job he is doing. Also I start to ramble on about nothing with him. The pleasant thing about him is that no matter what I will say, he will be there to listen to me. I love that about him.

"So, I don't know what life will be like in the future for us. Do you?" I pause to listen for an answer. I knew I wouldn't get one, but I still like to try and see if I will get a reply from him. "No, I didn't think so. I don't either. Life is like...a bowl of cherries. Yeah that's it. Nah, maybe it isn't. Life is like a bowl of Chex Mix. Hmmm yessa, that is definitely it. I mean there is always the chance that you will get somethin' you don't like from it an' you just have to deal with what you are dealt. Am I right? You may get a peanut or maybe even a pretzel, but life is life no matter what happens. Just live your life to the best of your ability an' you will be fine. Yeah, I like that."

Soon the sun starts to get in my eyes, making it bothersome. I left my sunglasses at home, and we were already too far along to head back. So to fix that problem I tilt my hat a little to try to block the rays from my eyes. I even attempt to put some of my long hair in front of my eyes, even if it means obscuring my vision. I don't hate the sun or anything, I just find it hard to go along with the sun constantly in your eyes. And the direction we are taken, the sun won't disappear anytime soon.

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Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

The next break we take is when my stomach starts to growl. I pull back on the reins to tell Dreamer to stop. I climb off of him and allow him to once again roam. I knew I need to find something to eat to satisfy my hunger. I regret not bringing a lunch, but honestly I did not know I would come out this far with him today. I guess it is the part of me that is spontaneous. What can I say? I need to remember to thank mimi for that one.

As I walk, I slowly start to remember the area I am in. A memory came into mind, one that occurred when I was younger. Me and my brothers were heading out to the fort and we found a patch of blackberries. We were famished at the time so we decided to pick as many as we could. I only hope that it is still there. I try to remember where we found that patch of berries. But it has been years since we picked them.

Dreamer comes with me as I start my hunt. I make sure that I don't stray too far away from the path, in case I get lost. With him coming with me, I realize how much of an advantage it is. Him being a horse he looks for food constantly to satisfy his hunger. Well horses don't eat all the time. I guess I am wrong about that. But he does eat a lot for himself compared to other horses. Yeah I think that's it. So anyway, with him along with me, I am sure in no time we can find those berries.

I love it when I'm right. After ten minutes Dreamer did find those berries. It just took a while to get him away from them long enough to get some for myself. I laugh as soon as I step away from the patch. He goes right after them berries and starts eating them. He loves eating sweet food as much as he loves eating grass. The blackberries are a treat to him, a desert if you will. So I finish eating the berries that I picked and decide that it is best for us to continue even more. Sure, the berries helped with my hunger, but it probably wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger.

"Dreamer, Dreamer, Dreamer," I say a little above a whisper. "What are we gonna to do when we get there? We've come this far we surely cannot just go there an' head back. My oh my, we probably will just do what we're doin' right now. What do you think about that? Yeah, I thought you'd like that. Yessa Dreamer, I think that is a fine idea. Unless you gots something else in mind," I wait for his response. I stroke his mane once more and took the silence as a yes. "Hmmm, Dreamer you are really one bright horse."

So we finally make it to the fort I dubbed The Fortress of Solitude, and I get off of Dreamer once more. I guide him over to it and tie the end of the lasso around the reign, and where the noose is around a tree so he can't go too far away. It really has been a while since I've been here. The fort looks the same as ever. the plywood Pa used is now covered with greenery grown by Mother Nature herself. I knew I could make it to the edge of the forest sooner or later.

Leaving Dreamer alone I open the door that leads into our home away from home. I have to admit it isn't that bad on the inside as it looks on the out with the foliage covering it. The couch is still there in one piece I have to admit. I throw myself on it, putting my feet on the arms on one side of it. I rest my head on the other and put my hat over my eyes. Time to relax for a bit before actually heading all the way back. If I took the time to come out here I might as well enjoy it.

My mind slowly drifts away as I dream about life here a couple years back when I was younger. I remember it well like it was yesterday as some people might say. Me along with Chad and Tim ventured out here one day to go exploring. Well not really exploring, but more or less pretending to go exploring. Pa never allowed us to go into the woods itself in fear of the wild animals. Even now he felt uneasy about me going to the fort alone. He really hasn't forbidden me to go, but he didn't really give me permission either.

I hear him neighing, calling me to him. I know it wasn't anything important or else he would be frantically neighing and kicking about. Nah, this is something more gentler, I think it is him trying to speak to him. I go outside and I see him standing there staring right at me. I didn't break eye contact with him for the slightest second. And he did not either. I smile again like I usually do around him. He blinks. I blink. Our bond grew stronger together somehow, someway. I do not know how, but it sort of just did. There is many things between me and Dreamer that I don't really understand. He's a mystery, as are all things in life. I guess I just have to continue picking out them Chex Mix, trying to find the perfect one that will satisfy me until I get the thirst, erm hunger for more.

[End of Chapter One]

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Jul 12th, 2007 04:19 PM

danielle marie.
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This is actually really good. She definetly has a unique take on life.

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Jul 12th, 2007 08:03 PM

xEsaulx
Bringer of Life

Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar

THANKS!

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Jul 13th, 2007 02:23 AM

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really gud, is there any romance in this book?
jus wondering, so will there b?

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Jul 13th, 2007 02:39 AM