Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

Suddenly, with a bang, the screen door slammed shut, bringing me back from my thoughts. "Erin, I'm home!"

It was Dad.

I heard him thumping down the hall, and I hurriedly got up, stuffed the book behind my dresser, and sat back on my bed, trying to look bored and as if I'd been there all along.

The door opened, and Dad stuck his head in. "Hi, Erin! How was your day? It was great at the store today, loads of customers - maybe we could afford a fun ice cream night this Friday! How does that sound?"

"Ah, great, Dad." I replied, trying, and failing, to sound excited. Those kinds of things just didn't excite me anymore.

"Fantastic!" Dad beamed. He didn't seem to have noticed my lack of enthusiasm, for he popped back out and went to the kitchen to fix a bite to eat.

Hehehehehe

When I finally reached the apartment building, I jogged up the fire escape, and through the screen door, down the hall, and into my room. I sat down on the floor, and put the book down in front of me. I again looked at the shabby, plain brown cover, and odd spine. "ETH TUSDSEI FO DOTD ESTRWA".

What an odd title I thought to myself, before opening the book again. Each yellowing page was filled with tiny writing, and it appeared that each line had words like, 'Day 6....Day 28....Day 12...' as if someone were recording something...like a diary or journal. I flipped back to the first page, and read aloud: "Day 1: Have placed the order for the rays, (Sting) and should get them in about 1 week. Plenty of time to prepare before then... Day 2: Have collected most of ingrediants. Nearly ready for rays...Day 3: All ingrediants in storage. Some need to be frozen at specific degrees, however, so few more days until ready..."

It almost seems as if... I closed the book, and sat back, leaning up against the side of the bed. Whose could this be? Someone must have dropped this. But there are a hundred different people who drive through the street everyday.

Aw, thanks!!!!

Suddenly, as soon as it came, the feeling disappeared. I shook my head breifly, then settled back down with a grunt.

:) :) :) ACK gotta go - BYE AND THANKS A MILLION!!!!

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that you so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(ah.)

I look around with a growl. But the human outside calls back reassuringly, and for some strange reason unknown to me, I trusted her. Perhaps it was because she was Indigo's friend. Or perhaps it was something going on deeper, buried down under my panther instincts that was beginning to stir. Something almost...human.

:O




Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I said, still in construction

(was that Aura?)

The Great Fire of London


Pinpricks of scarlet,
Surrounded by a mountain of blackness.

Specks of crimson,
Enveloped in darkness.

Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, Fading out.

The fire’s done,
It’s over now.

Now all’s quiet,
There’s only silence.

No more deafening crashes,
No more terrible wailing.

It had been so loud,
So loud, so fierce, so tortuous, so tormenting.

First the fire, then the flame,
Then the heat, then the blaze.

Yells erupted from the dark,
Screams pierced the shadows, shrill and shark.

The sudden burst of light,
Blinding, horrifying, screaming light.

Roaring and raging through the darkness,
Leaping at everything wooden, iron, or metal structure in sight.

Buildings fell,
Houses collapsed.

Workshops crumpled,
Schools gave way.

Families fled,
People deserted.

Mothers ran, newborns in their arms,
Cries rang through the night.

Nowhere was safe,
The flames found every hole, every hutch.

No place to hide, no place to go,
No place to leave, no place to know.

Finally it died,
The flames gave way,

Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, Fading out.

The wind blew it away,
The water washed its fiery fingers from sight.

Only smouldering coals and smoking wood,
Amidst the ashen skeletons of the once- glorious,
Once- magnificent,
Once- triumphant,
Once- Impressive,
Once- full homes, houses, shops, and schools.

But now the buildings are gone,
Homes, houses, shops, schools.

Lives have been lost,
Lives of people, places, animals, memories.

Nothing is left,
Nothing but smoke and ash, horror
and despair.

No light, no hope,
No faith, no fact.
No hounds no cats,
No husbands, no wives.
No sons, no daughters,
No love, no laughter.

Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, fading out.

Now the only reminders of the Great Fire,
Are the coals burning bright in the ashes of the
night.

Pinpricks of scarlet,
Surrounded by a mountain of blackness.

Specks of crimson,
Enveloped in darkness.

Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, fading out.

:D Okay!

;) Good point, Julane!

I am!!!!




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(Looove your new name and profile pic, btw!!!)

Hmmmm guys, I just wrote a poem today, it is still kinda in construction - It's about the Great Fire of London... should I share it?

NO HINTS Alice!!!!!!

I growl softly at the human Indigo is talking with, but when Indigo lays a reassuring hand on my back, I sniff cautiously over at her. Hm.

I sniffed cautiously at Indigo's hand, then rubbed my head in her palm reassuringly.

It's all right. It's all right I seemed to say.

( XD Alice)