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Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

The Wild West (Unfinished)

Part 4- The End

Part 3-Sealed Fate

Part 2-A Painful Reunion

Part 1-The Exile

She tries to scream. Pain. It’s everywhere. In her, on her; everywhere. A constant pressure weighing down on her; unwavering. Tears flow down her face as she surfaces to consciousness. Adan has pushed the wolf off of Mary. This pain is like a tidal wave ready to crash over the girl; ready to destroy her.
Her teeth clench together to stop herself from voicing how the pain burns like fire in her chest, detonating in her skull with each beat of her heart. Her mind screams for the agony to stop. She curls into a ball, covering her head as her fingers tear at her bloodstained, blond hair. Her limbs convulse as a stabbing pain knifes through her from the inside. Small, pitiful whispers of pure, white-hot agony slip past her lips without consent. Death was coming for her, and it would come as a blessing. She closes her eyes, waiting for it to take over; needing this to end. Her body convulses yet again, and she cries out.
Suddenly, a hand grabs her own, causing her to focus on it and the soft voice whispering to her. His voice. Her pounding heart calms, but barely, for another wave of agony shoots through her like a bullet out of a gun. She clings to him with both hands; grasping for the thin thread of life she has left, gasping for air that is no longer in her lungs. She feels him pull her close; cradling her in his arms. She focuses on his words; they are drawing her into a calm bliss. Her screams fade to whispers as she clings to his shirt while his arms hold her. Both the young man and his love are shaking terribly, the pain threatening to drag them both under once more. He knows he will lose her. Mary breathes once. She feels Adan wiping the fevered sweat from her brow, his hand gentle and cool to the touch. He whispers her name, telling her it’s ok to let go; she does not want to. She barely manages to whisper her answer, choking up with pain. She won’t give up; not now, but she know better than anyone that she is done for. Mary feels him nod silently as he strokes hair slowly, running his fingers through the snarls gently. It calms her. She tells him to not let her fall asleep with a quivering voice, but her eyes grow heavy. The pain is unbearable, and she feels herself slipping from consciousness. She hears him whisper that he loves her; Mary faintly feel Adan shaking as his head rests on hers. She reaches out to comfort him as she feels his tears fall on her face, but her hand slips from his, and then all fades to black.
Adan sobs loudly holding her body. Mary is gone. And so is his child. He has lost everything, and he is stranded in these woods without another soul in the universe knowing where he is. He is wounded badly, his leg twisted and bent at awkward angles, the bone protruding from the skin, blood swiftly emptying from his veins as his heart pumps it out of him.
Weakly, Adan gently moves to grab his knife away from Mary. Clutching the hilt with both hands, he weighs his options:
If he survives? A life without Mary, their baby, and constant pain?
If he ends it here and now there would be no pain, only bliss?
Sighing, the heartbroken boy wipes his tears away and puts the knife in his coat while fighting off the dizziness that fills his head as he tears apart his shirt. Cutting off the circulation to his leg will have to work, even if it meant losing it. He will survive, he thinks to himself determinedly. He will survive for her.

Part 3 is here finally…a day late.

Yeah I am sorry it’s my fault in part because after 8pm it’s gets really hard for me to use the computer at home. Because uh family reasons. My collaborators send it to me late for me although it was still friday. I am really a, trying to break this habit of getting my post late this year. It’s one of my goals and so far not so great. In the plus side I have been able to post at least something everyday! Yeah I figured I wouldn’t be so much of an inspiration if I didn’t keep that part of the deal. Next week This will be different because I am getting my Laptop back…again. Hopefully it won’t broke again So I can finally get all my post on time. I am going to post part 3 in a few hours today. Again I apologize for the lateness and hope you enjoy it when it comes out 🙂

Part 2­: A Painful Reunion

Part 1-The Exile

Part 3-Sealed Fate

The horse strains against the reins, his master barely able to hold him back. The man
astride the frenzied creature is alert; terrified he searches the plain, but the snow is too thick.
He cannot see.
“Mary,” he calls frantically. “Mary, where are you!?”
He drops down off of the dark bay, clutching the reins to his chest.
“Mary!” He yells, hoping she will hear him, but nothing except the howling winds reach
his frozen ears.
Desperate, he climbs back into the saddle and looks into the distance, but there is
nothing and the blizzard is quickly worsening. With a heart heavy with despair, both man and
beast make for the shelter of the trees and the safety of home.
Once inside the thick forest, the young man, no older than nineteen, instantly notices
the pawprints in the snow. Wolves. Fresh tracks litter the area and their scent fills his nose.
His breath catches in his throat when he notices the imprints of a woman’s boots heading into
the trees, and how the wolves’ tracks seem to follow them; cautiously at first, then sprinting, it
seems, after the bootprints.
Fear strikes his heart as he pushes his horse through the trees as fast as he dares. He
is aware that his traps are near, but that is not what worries him so thoroughly. He knows
without question these are Mary’s tracks, and they are headed right for the staked wolf pits.
He drives the young gelding beneath him straight ahead through the trees along the path of
tracks, his heart hammering as adrenaline sings through his veins. What if he was too late?
What if she fell into one of his eleven pits he had dug just before the snows had come? The
terrified man and his horse race onwards.
Soon, up ahead, he hears the growing snarls of wolves gathering around their prey.
They are not near to the pits, but that is of little assurance to him.
“No,” screams a feminine voice. Her voice. “Stay back! Stay Back!”
The boy lurches into the clearing on his beautiful gelding, and the wolves instantly turn
on him. “Mary, Run!” he shouts to the girl as his horse rears, knocking him from the saddle.
He lands hard shaking his head to rid it of the cloudiness forming at the edges of his vision.
“Adan,” Mary screams as the boy’s horse rises again in fear of the gathering wolves.
“Watch out!”
It is too late. The young, terrified creature’s powerful hooves come crashing down
upon the boy, shattering his leg beneath their thundering force. A bright, flashing pain radiates
from him as the gelding races away with the wolves hot on its tail and as the young woman
races toward the man she loves. Adan cries out as the agony sweeps through his body,
and then lays still. Mary reaches him, throwing herself down into the snow next to him, tears
streaming from her brilliant blue eyes as she takes his hand in hers.
Suddenly, a low, guttural snarl sounds behind the boy passed out in the snow and the
girl who is trying to wake him. The girl freezes. ‘Oh, no,’ she thinks. ‘This is it. This is the end

By: TheCountryGirrl

Coming Next Friday!!!

Remember that post I made a while ago? Well it’s finally happening, TCG isn’t letting me down and part 1 will be posted next friday (12/19/14). I will post a premise tomorrow but for now get excited for it 😀 I know I post more about posting stories that actually posting them but this time I am feeling pretty hopeful. Hang on people I might just get this one to you 😉 Until then try to enjoy some poems by going to this link http://allpoetry.com/TheCountryGirrl .

This time for sure…I think.

People I have a short story coming up in this blog! Our award winning follower CountryGirl is going to honor us with one. This won’t be the first time she shares her work with us but it will be her first story with us. Now I know I might have canceled a few series in here for no reason but this time I am telling you guys this for real! I don’t really have an exact date for one the release right now but just know that it’s coming soon and it will be awesome! Can you tell how excited I am in this post? Maybe I need to use more exclamation point. And the absolute worst case scenario my contributor bails out on me I will have no choice but to post the part 2 of “The missing kid” story. If the computer I am writing on crashes or I don’t finish editing it on time then uh. You will get a post that is actually contains correct grammar and it will feature me talking trash about how unprofessional CountryGirl is! I am just kidding C.G. I won’t actually bash you on my empty blog. But you seriously have to get the story before this month ends so I don’t embarrassed myself on my own blog yet again. Anyways, my dear viewers look out for this mind blowing piece coming soon. I am not trying to sound pretentious here I promise! I have faith in C.G. and her skill and hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. I think this is a good place to end this post. 🙂