“An injured horse you say?” Rodge, glad that he didn’t have to clean up the pile of dirt he had embarrassingly spilled just yet, caught up with them and started jogging in pace with father and daughter.
When they reached the horse, Jeronimo was sitting by the colt’s head, with his hand on his nose. He looked up, with a relieved expression on his face, satnding up and out of the way. Minnaela walked over and joined him as Rodge and Rem both knelt down to servey the damage.
“That’s a nasty little thing yeh got ther” Rodge said as he peeled back Jeronimo’s coat from the foal’s body. The foal&
Now, we have to take ‘best buddies’ out of conext here. After I said best buddies, you are probably now imagining that they were childhood chums who had adventures together, shared beautiful memories, rolled around in the dirt, and collectively got in trouble. But, best buddies in this instance meant that Minnaela used Jeronimo as her puppet/coverup and Jeronimo only did what she asked because she scared him. He was the only boy in the village that never teased Minnaela, because he what she was capable of. The bruises on his arm from Minnaela frequently punching him was a strong reminder of that fact.
Jeronimo saw Minnaela turn o
A small hoof poked out from behind a gigantic tree that loomed out over a clearing in the middle of the Trepidello Woods on a warm, cloudy night. It was white, and newly wet from the tongue that had been scraping over it just moments before by the mother of the hoof. Or, well, mother of the body that owned the hoof. That is to say, what appeared to be a small white horse was lying behind this tree and not just a lonely hoof. That, would creepy. Its mother stared down lovingly at her newborn colt, with all the love the mother could hold in those two big brown eyes. This little colt squeaked its new lungs out, trying with all its might to open
Epilogue (Final Chapter): From Solitude to Regret by MusicIsEverything16, literature
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Epilogue (Final Chapter): From Solitude to Regret
Done and Said:
So utterly alone, on a day as this
Completely lost within my own fucked head
Buried alive in an oceanic abyss
Stuck in a horrid tale that won’t drop dead
Day in and day out I walk about dead
I’m a rash zombie, everything’s meaningless
When all was done and said, I couldn’t use my head
Inside I was gone, left with such a weakness
There is nothing left of me, just this weakness
At first this all seems to be a safe bet
I’m left with this sick and twisted illness
I’m left here to wallow in regret
This was for your own good and all for you
But I’m afflicted with angst so tied and
To Be Torn Apart by MusicIsEverything16, literature
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To Be Torn Apart
This is not a fairy tale of dragons and knights, nor a drama of whim and whit, but an account of complete loss of oneself as a result of the demise of all that you cherish; the one you love most. The best way to tell this story is simply to start at the beginning, where it all went horribly awry…
It is a beautiful springtime afternoon. The scent of freshly blossoming flowers is carried with the brisk east wind. The trees in the Black Forest had taken to their spring jacket quite well, coming back with an unusually thick abundance of brush and fresh leaves. The massive elm and hazel trees create an entrancing, ominous
Prologue (Section Two): From Solace to Solitude by MusicIsEverything16, literature
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Prologue (Section Two): From Solace to Solitude
A Comfortable Sorrow:
Comfortably numb I lay
In endless sorrow
Every damnable day
In wait of morrow
It will get better, I pray
It was right, I know
It was the right play
Repose, I portray
Strong, I try to stay
My decision haunts me so
Seeming as if not my own
My life has become tableaux
Alone, I wonder if you ever think of me
Isolated, I realize that you can't be
Preface (Part One): From Prolix to Solace by MusicIsEverything16, literature
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Preface (Part One): From Prolix to Solace
As this redundant story continues to be told, the same old song and dance unfolds:
From the inside out, I was destroying your very soul
From the very depths of your psyche outward, I was ravishing your life
It was ‘friendship’ at its very lowest
Each year took such a toll, acting as soloist, through your heart I put a knife
But it had to be done
It had to be done
Anon and anew, you've slipped through my fingers much like a fistful of sand
Again and once more, I have pushed you so far away
Excommunication at its most destructive
Please understand, despite how we were counterproductive, I wanted so very badly for you to stay
Best Friends For(n)ever by MusicIsEverything16, literature
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Best Friends For(n)ever
Here I stand—Alone
In this silent, dead room
These desolate walls, you once called your own
Part of me died when you left this place
Brought me to my doom
Here I stand—Disgraced
You left—Unspoken
I think this might be the end
Here I stand—Broken
It’s unbearably bleak now
I've lost my best friend
My mind is weak now
Here I stand—Alone. Disgraced. Broken. Dead.