Hate

Sitting ignored
grimacing through pain
trying to ignore back
missing so much it turns cold
hate comes from neglect
wishing you away
just for one day of peace
go, leave, you're not wanted here
you've hurt more deeply than the one you hate
life is better without you
and your love and friendship
death is pleasing, the easy way,
dealing is hard
living is harsh
go away
go away
my hate consumes

G of S update

So, after a month of writer's block, I got quite a bit of writing (for me) done last night. :) I finished of chapter five and started on chapter six. :) YAY FOR ME! :)

Christopher Paolini!

So here's some pictures of the man himself!

The Cheese Stands Alone

I sit, thinking, silent.
The people, my peers, I guess,
are chattering all around me.
I look up, irritated by their
constant yakking.
I say nothing, though a
thousand words come to mind.
No one notices my hesitation:
I'm not there to them.
All their prattle and unfeeling
thoughtlessness magnifies
our differences, widens the gap.
I realize:
I am alone
in this room of people.
I cannot connect, can't
bridge the chasm.
I think of a childhood song.
It fits perfectly:
The cheese stands alone.
I Am The Cheese.

Christopher Paolini

Yay! So, Christopher Paolini is coming to Montana on 22nd of this month! For those of you who don't know who he is...he's the guy who wrote Eragon. I am really excited. I hope to be able to have him sign one of my books. (I own all three that are out.) :)

"Change"

A tree in spring
Has new buds of green
That will grow and bring
Happiness to many.

But the tree grows restless,
And the leaves that were best left
As they were are changed
Into colors they think strange:
Red, orange, yellow, and copper penny.

For a short time
The tree is satisfied.
But soon he will sigh
And the leaves will die,
And drop like the Queens of King Henry.

All through the winter,
The tree stands bare,
All alone, without a care,
Not a single one, not any.

Spring comes once more,
And the leaves once again adorn
That tree of mine.
It's one of a kind,
Unique among many.

Change is required,
Although we are tired,
In order to grow,
To learn, to know,
And be different than any.

"Fly"

The boy looked down at his brown-haired companion, and he could see the silvery star tattoo on her cheek glitter in the moonlight. He felt a surge of affection for his good friend in front of him, and he suddenly wanted to give her anything she asked for.
"If you could have any power you wanted, no strings attached, what would you choose?"
She thought for a second before a smile lit up her features. She spread her arms out and said, "Fly."
Of course, this amazing girl would have to choose the most difficult to teach. He was determined though, and soon thought of a way around the obstacles.
"Close your eyes," he commanded gently. She obeyed after giving him a questioning glance.
"Don't open them until I tell you."
He touched her star tattoo with one hand and held her hand with the other. He felt the weightlessness wash through him and into her. The girl's mouth widened in surprise, and she started to move her hand away. But the tall blond boy had firmly entwined his fingers with hers. After a moment, he removed his hands.
"Open your eyes."
The girl looked into the lake beside her and gasped at the sight. Two transparent, shimmery blue wings shaped like a butterfly's appeared behind her bare white shoulders.
"Can I...?"
She couldn't bring herself to voice the hope.
"Try it. Just jump."
She kicked off the ground, then brace herself for the inevitable impact. It never came. She looked at the beach in surprise. She was floating about a foot above the ground. She started laughing. It was an exhilarated, tinkling sound that sent a thrill through the boy.
*note: I did not specify completely their relationship...I just said they are friends...please don't assume who they are just because you know me.

The Girl of the Shadow Lord

Chapter One

The company halted at the stone gateway aways outside the village. The four men wore long, grey cloaks and rode tall white horses. Elendra saw them from the bed at the west end of her room. From the bed at the northeast corner of the room came a small girl’s voice: “Lennie, come back to bed. My feet are ever so cold. I need my warmer.” Elendra returned to the bed and climbed in beside a pale girl with long golden braids and light, sparkling green eyes. “Snuggle up then, right up next to me, and I’ll tell you about the night faeries.” The younger girl complied, and Elendra was about to start on her tale when a fierce pounding came from below. Elendra sat straight up and strained to hear what was happening. “Lennie! Who is that? Are the bandits back?” “Hush, Alana. I’m trying to listen.” Then, seeing her sister’s frightened face: “It’s not any bandits. These people have horses. Ever heard of bandits with mounts?” Alana shook her head and lied back down, but she still looked frightened. Elendra couldn’t hear anything besides murmurs, so she crept to the hall by the stairs where she met her twin brothers Jadewell and James. James scooted over to give his favorite sister room, but not a word was spoken by any of the eavesdroppers. They were too intent on listening. “It’s been ten years, John, son of Faeries. Give us what we claim.” The voice was rough as if the speaker had swallowed some gravel. Elendra’s father spoke. “But the price was not stated. I do not know what you come for.” Elendra looked at James in surprise; her father sounded afraid and unsure of himself. James shrugged, and they turned back to the conversation taking place below. The gravelly voice had started to say something threatening, but a soothing, deep voice broke in: “Enough, Ranger. Friend John, when you came to my Master ten years ago, he named the fairest thing in your possession as the price. The price remains the same, as does the fairest thing you own. We have come for the girl.”

Adelyn's Stories

Hi! Welcome to Adelyn's Stories! I am Adelyn Adams, author. I hope to use this blog as a sounding board for some of my story ideas. Adelyn Adams is my pen name, and so far I've only been published locally, under my real name. Soon, I hope to be published nationwide, though. Haven't got a story quite ready to be sent to a big publisher yet. Well, Since this is my sounding board, please LEAVE COMMENTS. It would be much appreciated. :)