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**** Writers and Book Lovers **** post one of your favourite books and your story and you're in, there are competitions for best stories

I have read Among The Hidden. Good book. WE had to read it over the summer for school and I reallly enjoyed it.
PLEASE VOTE FOR MY STORY Ghost Valley!!!
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MAC1023 & King
2011-09-05 21:49:08
Hello. Fluffy23 can I post one of my storys on here?
I want to enter it in next months story contest and I want some critiques on it.
MAC1023 & King
2011-09-10 18:01:39
sure everyone can just post it:) and we'll help u see if it needs something or if it is awesome
fluffy23 & Moonlight
2011-09-10 23:23:09
continues the 1st book of the series Absolutely Horse Mad! #1 Mystery Horse


Chapter eight:
Rosy woke up at seven am and went straight for the dining room to have breakfast. “Rosy, get dress first, then we’ll go to the new owners of Star to tell them you want to buy her.” Aunt Miller said as she took a sip from her tea. “Okay, where is Silver Bell town anyway?” asked Rosy. “Rosy, it’s a little town in the country side but it’s not far I guess just about 15 kilo meters and more. I’m not sure, I‘ve ever been there before.” Aunt Miller said as she nods at Rosy.
They had breakfast and went straight to Aunt Miller’s car; went for the road.
“Can I talk to my friends?” Rosy asked as she held out her hand. “Okay, here you go, and don’t worry everything will be fine.” Aunt Miller said as she gave her phone to Rosy. “Hey, yeah Angel, Izzy, you’ll never guess what happened, I found Star, but a girl named Hope owns her now so here to go and negotiate and get her to sell Star back to me. It’s not a problem because she said ‘please be Star’s new owner if you are a horse lover’ in her letter but the problem is her parents, they were trying to sell Star for savage, I know…. Bye…. See you in two weeks time. Maybe…” Rosy said to Angel and Izzy on the phone.
They drove for two hours and Star was in the horse trailer with Wind.
Chapter nine:
Finally they got to Silver Bell town; they walked with their horses and went straight for the Mr. and Mrs. Angora’s house.
It was a big mansion with a practice ring and stables with horses in them. The mansion was painted light yellow colour which was rather quite elegant. The roof top was made out of dark blue tiles which shine out in the sunlight. The stabled were painted rustic blonde colour and the practice ring was painted white. The windows has tiny little diamonds filling the outside of the windows, the curtains were pink coloured with white flowers on it.

Rosy was fairly amazed by the designed and decided to ring the doorbell, just then a sound of a nightingale singing which was the sound of the doorbell came through the speaker.

Just then a girl walked into the front steps. She was wearing a flower dress with a diamond bow on. She had a butterfly clip on her blonde curly hair. The minute Rosy saw her she knew it was Hope
“You must go really.” said Hope. “My pa and ma do not wish to see anyone right now and neither do I,” she continues as she twirled her curly hair. “No, Hope I know you well sort of, I’m Rosy the old and going to be new owner of Star. I figure it was you from your letter.” Rosy said as her Aunt handed her Star. “It is that Star, I thought she would not survive… I guess I was wrong at all time. Please you must go. It is not what you think and yes you can have Star but you must go right now.” Hope said with her gentle soothing voice. “You don’t understand, I want to buy her from you as mean give money, I loved her all my life and want to buy her with money.” Rosy said.

fluffy23 & Moonlight
2011-09-10 23:51:16
This is my story called Country Theif.
PLEASE TELL ME HOW I DID!


The grain rushed past Midnight. He galloped as fast as the wind would let him. As I looked down from him, the field of gold rushed past like rushing river. We were far from the tribe now. Midnight had galloped for a long time. My tribe’s horses would have been tired by now, but not. He is the fastest horse in our Nez Perce tribe. He has beaten my father, the chief, in many races.
I loved Midnight’s sleek, black hide. If I were riding in the night, he would be invisible to human eyes.
I had escaped from my tribe for a day. I was tired of skinning fish and deer or gathering berries. I always asked if I could go hunting, but my father said that I was too inexperienced and I was needed to stay.
Then Mingan came to me and laughed. After that I kicked him in the knees and left. He grabbed me by my arms and Midnight came to my rescue and nearly bit his arm off. I despise him. When I was a little girl, Mingan followed me around and said that I was the prettiest girl in the tribe. My father approves of him, but I cringe when I think of him and me marrying.
“Midnight, You are an amazing horse and….” Suddenly I stopped and slowed Midnight to a walk.
Once we got to a hill I dismounted and crawled to the top. Below a man was standing with his horse. I eased my way down the hill to a bush where I could hide behind. As I peered around it, I almost gasped. It was a white man!
A white man had come to our tribe before to trade with my father. But we trust him and he told us about the evils of other white men. He called then, cowboys, because they wear odd hats and ride horses a strange way.
I had listened on my fathers trading early on, and he caught me, but allowed me to learn the white man’s language. I was struck with curiosity, so I moved forward to get a closer view.
My dress got caught on the bush and it made a soft noise, but the man heard it. He turned around and our eyes met. I quickly got up and ran back up the hill. He followed swiftly.
“I won’t hurt you. What tribe are you from, Navajo, Algonquian?”
I turned around and said, “Try Nez Perce, cowboy!”
Then he ran faster then I imagined. I saw a large rabbit hole and soared over it. The man was not so lucky. He didn’t see it and his leg fell into it and with a thud, he fell to the ground. I stopped and watched him. His ankle was probably twisted and it would need care.
I walked forward until I was next to him.
“Is anyone with you besides your horse?”
He looked up to me and said, “No, it’s just me and my horse.”
“Come then.” I grabbed his arm, and with some help from him, got him standing. He held onto me and hobbled to my horse.
“Call your horse, night is almost upon us.”
He whistled and his horse came to us. His mare was a red roan and matched the color of a fire. I walked over to her and tried to take off the man’s saddle. I could not get it off, so I took out my pocketknife and cut it off.
“Hey, what are you doing to my saddle? That was pure leather and now it’s ruined!”
“You must learn to ride better; the horse cannot support the weight especially now that you are injured!” I said with a sarcastic look and continued to cut. All of a sudden something shiny rolled off the horses back.” So you’re a thief.”
“No!” he said trying to defend himself.
“I don’t like liars!” I said pulling out my bow and arrow and pointing it his forehead.
“Okay, okay. I took some gold from my father, but I was going to return it.”
I kept my arrow pointing at his head. “Okay, I wasn’t going to return it. He’s dead now, died of pneumonia five months ago. Then I came out west, looking for a life.”
I did not speak and helped the man onto my horse, then hopped on. The man’s horse followed mine.
After traveling a long distance, the man spoke. “My names Dallas, what’s yours?”
“Horse feather. People call me that now. I had a different name when I was born, but when people saw my ways with horses, they gave me my name now.”
Soon we were close to the tribe and the stars were brightly shining. All of a sudden, it appeared that a star fell out of the star.
“Did you see that, it was a shooting star!”
“I have heard a story about a Tecumseh. It was when...”
Then I heard hoof beats and saw a shadow.
“Oh great, just what we need,” I said in my own language.
“Don’t seem so upset to see me Horse Feather. Who is this Bilagaana you have?” Mingan said in English.
“Bilaganna? What does that mean?” Dallas asked.
“White person. Horse Feather, do not let him touch you; he will dirty your skin.
I snorted in disgust. “Let’s just go Mingan. I’m sure no on will have noticed my disappearance.”
Unfortunately, I was wrong. The second I came into camp, people surrounded me. They asked questions about why I had left, what the white person was doing with me, and how much trouble I would be in. My father had to push his way through the crowd to get to me.
“Horse Feather, dismount your horse. You have had the whole tribe worried. We thought that we had been raided. You should be ashamed, first leaving your tribe, then bringing a traitor to us.”
“He is not a traitor,” I yelled, “When I was far out I saw him and he injured himself. His ankle is twisted and it needs care. I could not turn him away. He is no traitor, he has done no harm.”
Then Mingan came over to me and pulled the gold out of my hands. “What do we have here? Would you like to explain Horse Feather?”
“It’s mine. She took it from me. My name is Dallas and I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
Our elder, Aiyana, started to talk to my father. She told him to remember the story, do them no harm. He listened then said finally that he would allow the man to be healed, but he must leave when he is well.
I led my horse to the medicine tent. My older brother helped him down and into the medicine tent.
“Horse Feather, why did you help him?”
I looked around to see if anyone was listening and then quietly said, “Come to the lake when the moon is high, I will tell you then.”
I walked into the tent to see if he was settled.
“Thank you for taking me in. It is really nice of you to do it.”
Aiyana came into the tent and started examining Dallas’s ankle. “It is just sprained and should be healed in a week. You can help me with him. Your father said that you will have to get him everything he needs plus help prepare meals. I will stay with him for two days, but then he will be your responsibility. I have more important things to do. You should be going now; you are already in enough trouble.”
Once I was in my tent I waited for the moon to be over my tent to meet my brother. I lay on my back and watched the sky from the opening at the top of my tepee.
Soon I saw the moon and quietly slipped out of the tepee.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. All I saw was some dogs sleeping outside tents and a fire crackling in the center of camp. I tiptoed farther away from camp and when I thought I was safe, hands grabbed my shoulders.
“You should not be out of camp this late. Are you not in enough trouble already?”
I turned around and expected to see my father, but instead saw my brother.
“I told you to meet me out here. I am not sure why I decided to help him. You can say what you like, but I saw promise in him. What I mean is that, I think that he could become one of us.”
“Are you crazy? If you even mentioned that idea to father he would have you out of the tribe. It would be impossible for him to leave his ways and join ours. I’m sorry but you have to let go of your childish dreams. They will never happen, so do not try to make them happen.”
I felt my face turn hot from embarrassment and turned to leave.
“Wait,” Nashoba said, “I am sorry for what I said. I just feel that you will become to close to Dallas.”
“It will not happen.” I replied harshly. “I regret bringing him here already.”
I heard Nashoba calling after me, but I ignored him. It was not his job to tell me what to do.
Why does everyone say that I am too little to do anything? I am sixteen, not a child. I could do whatever I want but everyone is too protective of me. Why can’t they just let me free? I wondered.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The next morning I walked into the medicine tent to help with Dallas. When Aiyana saw me she got an angry look on her face.
“I do not need your help for the next two days. Go skin deer or gather berries. Do not come back he is fine.”
I walked out of the tent surprised. It seemed that ever since I had brought Dallas, that she had disliked him and me.
For the next two days I skinned deer and gathered berries without complaint. I had done these jobs so many times; I had learned not to complain to pass time. No one would listen to me anyway.
Two days later I listened to Aiyana give me instructions. “You are to feed him and give him his requests. Every few hours, check his ankle. Also exercise him, he can walk and it will help his injury heel. He could leave now, but I do not want him to injure his self again.”
Dallas was sitting in the corner of the tent. He looked at me and smiled. “When does the fun begin?” he asked.
“Never, just eat this and I will leave you alone.” I dropped some fish in his hands and started to leave,
“Do you have somewhere to go?”
I turned around and said, “Actually I do not.”
I sat down and told him about my endless chores. I told him about what I like to do and about the people. I told him stories and taught him some words in my language.
In return he told me about his life and his world. It seemed very harsh, with rules and certain things had to be done. He told me that he lived in a house by himself, away from other people.
“After my dad died, I moved far away. I wanted to be alone. I felt that no one would understand. It is far away, probably a two-day journey if you are on horses walking the whole time. It has lots of animals, it’s good for hunting.”
The rest of the day we talked about our different worlds. I showed him the river and animals. He seemed interested in them and I was glad. He should appreciate nature.
The next three days we continued to talk and my hatred for him grew less each day. I felt that he could understand me. None of my tribe could do that. He called me a free spirit and I had to agree.
The next day Aiyana talked to me. “Dallas must go. He is healed now.”
“But Aiyana, he is my friend. He is the only one here that understands me.”
“He is leaving!” and with that she turned and walked away.
I yelled back at her, “Why do you hate him?”
Aiyana turned around and came back to me.
“You should not trust him. He has already admitted that he stole gold from his father.”
“Aiyana, I trust him so you should too.”
As I walked away, Aiyana said, “Be careful to place your trust.”
I walked to the river where Dallas was. “Dallas, I have to tell you something.”
“I have to first Horse Feather. Do you have anything cultural that you could show me? I am talking about objects, not people.”
“Sure Dallas. I will go get them now.”
I ran to my tepee to get my best dress, bows and arrows, and weavings. I came back to him and gave the items to him to look at.
“Thank you. I want to remember my visit here. Oh, before I forget, your mother wanted to talk to you.”
What did I do this time, I wondered.
I nervously walked my way through the tepees. The paint on the outside of them danced in my eyes. They blurred with tears but I held them back.
My mother was in the clearing with other ladies. I sat down next to her and see welcomed me. “Hello Horse Feather. I am surprised that you are not with the horses.”
It was known in my tribe that I had a special connection with horses. If anyone had any problems with their horses, they would come to me.
“While you are here, will you help me finish sewing this dress?”
“Of course I will mother.”
I stabbed the needle through the rough deerskin again and again. It felt rough in my hands, but once it was laid out to dry in the sun, it would feel smooth.
“Is this why you asked for me mother?”
“I did not ask for you. Dallas asked me to fix his saddle and I tried. I sewed the part that goes under the horse.”
Suddenly panic thoughts raced through my mind. I ran to the river, nearly knocking over my father.
“Horse Feather where are you going?”
I did not reply. When I got to the river it was empty. In the distance I saw a red horse galloping away with a man riding it.
“Horse Feather, tell me what has happened!”
“Father, the man, Dallas, he is a thief. He stole our stuff.”
“I will gather people to chase him down.”
“No father, Midnight and I can get to him much faster.”
My father gave me his bow and arrows for me to use. It was an honor. I ran to Midnight, my feet barely touching the ground.
I jumped on Midnight and he ran towards Dallas. I had lost faith that we would catch him until suddenly, Midnight went faster, and faster. He went faster then the wind in the sky. I let go of his mane and spread my arms out. I now knew what it felt like for a bird to fly.
We got closer to Dallas. He saw us and kicked his horse harder. I took out a bow and shoot at him. I missed, but he got the message. He immediately stopped his horse.
“What do you think you are doing? You stole from my tribe! I trusted you Dallas.. I thought that you were not a thief. I told people to change their minds about you. Now I wish I had left you injured in the rabbit hole. Give me my stuff back!”
“Alright, I will.”
He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a gun.
“We can work this out. Go home and you will not die. If you do return, then you will die. Simple choice, now move along.”
“No!” I yelled. Dallas pulled the trigger and at the last second, Midnight ran into his horse and Dallas fell off.
I walked Midnight over to him and he stepped on his gun and it broke.
He looked at the chards of metal and returned my tribe’s items.
“You will go away from here, never to return. If you do return then we will be hostile.” I circled him with Midnight to show him that I was angry. “You will leave on foot; your horse is now mine. Take off your saddle and leave.”
He did as I asked and walked away. I stayed until I could see him no more. I had Midnight return to my tribe with my new horse following.
When I returned, I gave my father the items.
“I am sorry that I didn’t trust you, or anybody else. Now he knows that I mean business. I also got his horse.”
“What is its name?”
“I am going to name her Fire star; she resembles the flames of a fire.”
I trained Fire star to our customs and she liked them. I had to wait to ride her for some time, because she was injured from the man’s spurs.
We had no more visits from Dallas ever again, and I was glad. We may not have seen him again, but we all held the memories of the country thief.


MAC1023 & King
2011-09-11 00:34:31
it's okay, spelling mistakes. But the beginning needs to be more clearly explained. I didn't get what was going on when she saw Dallas. And a few other times. Before you post somehing you should always read it aloud to someone so you pick up mistakes better in the story and now what doesn't make sense when read.
Sincerely
GS
Golden swallow & Bow tie
2011-09-11 19:59:30
thanks call me all of the members of this club Candra cause that's my real name and do post somemore we are waiting for another story by you or any one else don't be shy come on
fluffy23 & Moonlight
2011-09-14 23:41:31
"The Escape"
I glared at the monster. The hideous, brutal monster. Although, she was none of that, she was my grandmother. Of course, she wasn’t ugly or hideous, but quite nicely dressed. The ugly side was her attitude. She judges people on their appearances and she absolutely loathes me. She always wants me to be like my absolutely perfect older sister.
Mary, only at age sixteen, has all the men after her. They love her long, golden hair, her smile, her laugh, even her name. Mary enjoys all of this. Grandmother thinks that she’s a ray of sunshine.
But me, I’m the thundercloud that makes everyone upset. I have long brown hair. But I do have one special quality, I love horses. I have a gray Arabian named Gypsy. She’s the most beautiful thing in the world and…
A sharp voice jerked me back into reality. “Quit daydreaming! You have to pick a dress for the party!” Grandmother scolded. “You have tried on countless dresses only to say, ‘too bright, too big, too frilly, too low,’ just pick one!”
“Grandmother, all the dresses I have seen are horrid,” I said in the politest voice possible.
Before Grandmother could yell again, my mother cut in quickly, “Anna, you and I need to talk, now.”
I followed her into the hallway. There with the sun streaming in through the long, white windows and I could see her more clearly. Her red hair was tied back in bun; she was wearing pink heels and a pink dress with a collar. But her face had lines of worry in them.
“Honey, I know that you and Grandmother don’t exactly get along…”
Get along? I hate her and she hates me. The only reason I’m still here is because I don’t know of any place that I can stay with my horse, I wanted to scream. Instead I bit my tongue and listened to my mother talk.
“I know how she is, I grew up with her and it wasn’t that bad. Just respect her, she is an elder, you know. Besides your birthday will be soon and Grandmother wants it to be the best party of 1914 in England! So can you please cooperate?”
“Fine,” I said, “But I still will not love her as much as the queen.”
I laughed on the inside for I knew that truly, I hated the queen. She always looks so fancy and important. I think that she’s no more important then the rest of us. Of course, probably the rest of England thinks differently.
After a few more dresses I found one that I liked. It went down to my ankles and was cut off at the elbows. It was embroidered with gold and had a bright red rose on it. The white heels matched the dress and I knew I had found the right one.
“Oh Grandmother, this dress is amazing! It looks so pretty and it feels just right!” I smiled at her this time without forcing myself to.
“No, you are not wearing that dress, but this one.” Grandmother held up a pink short sleeve dress with ruffles all over it. “This dress even has a matching set of pink heels, darling.”
“Grandmother, I hate that dress, I much would rather wear the one that I picked out,” I retorted.
“Mary, Alice, leave the room.”
I had never heard Grandmother use my mother’s name. This must be serious, I thought.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in charge here young lady. I rule this house, not you. You are a stupid ignorant girl, always correcting me. You are purely ugly and you have no talent. YOU ARE A STUPID BRAT!” she roared and then stomped out of the room.
The second she left the room I burst into tears. They flowed fast down my cheeks, faster then the river’s currents. Mary came in smugly and said, “What’s wrong?”
I took of both of my heels and threw them at her. One of them hit her on the knee and the other one hit the wall and stuck. Mary gasped and tried to pull the shoe out of the wall as I left the room.
I had no where to go so I ran to the stable, blinded by tears. Travis, the stable boy who was seventeen, smiled when he saw me. But then he saw the tears and he embraced me.
I didn’t know how long I stood there, hugging him, weeping. After I could cry no more I told him the story. His face looked a mix between angry and sad.
“Your Grandmother is wrong, you’re perfect. Your hair is so lovely and you’re smarter then your older sister. Besides you love horses and that’s great. I think that you’re perfect.”
Mary walked in and said, “Of course you would. Sorry to interrupt this secret love meeting but Anna, Grandmother left to go have tea somewhere, and she’s going to be so mad when she finds the hole in the wall made by your shoe.” She held up my shoe and I stifled a laugh.
“Yes Mary, of course Mary, I’ll fix it.” I said politely but I really wasn’t going to.
Travis said when Mary left, “How did she know?”
I knew what Travis meant; he and I have been lovers for almost a year. If anyone knew, we would be scorned upon and Grandmother would probably murder us.
“I don’t know.” I replied. “Travis I’ve been thinking, I have to run away. I can’t keep living like this. We love each other and Mary will tell Grandmother. She’ll probably sell Gypsy… I just, need a new life.” I looked into his deep, blue eyes as he responded, “I know how you feel. I’m going with you, after all fate wanted us together and you probably need protection. Besides, I’m the best groom in England and you know it!”
I laughed and said, “All right you can come. Grandmother will not be home for three hours. I’ll meet you be the front gates in two hours. Just bring your things and horse; I’ll get mine and Gypsy.”
So we agreed and set off in different directions.
* * * * * * *
I had all my things packed when mother and Mary were in the parlor having tea. I told mother that I was feeling ill and she let me skip it. I had packed countless breaches that I had bought secretly for riding, some plain dresses, and a fancy, silk, white dress.
I also brought all of my money, pictures of family, and some food.
I heard mother coming up the stairs so I hid my bag and sat on my bed.
“How are you Anna?” my mother questioned.
“I’m feeling better. I think that if I take a slow ride then I’ll feel better. Travis is coming and I’ll only walk.” I stood up and hugged my mother. She looked surprised but didn’t resist.
“I love you mother.”
“As do I. Well, have a fun ride. I want you back before Grandmother gets home in two hours.”
I had to let the family know what happened to me so I wrote them a note.
Dear family,
I know you are wondering where I am. I ran away. I couldn’t take being not loved by Grandmother or Mary any more. I know you will not believe me, but ask them yourself. Actually, Grandmother called me an ignorant girl, purely ugly, and stupid brat. Also, I should let you know that Travis and I are lovers. That is why he came with me. I hope you understand. I will write letters to you once we get to the cottage by the lake we are going to live in. I will miss you mother.
Love your daughter,
Anna Lucinda Marigold
P.S. Make sure you get a new stable hand and give the horses kisses from me.
I couldn’t decide what to bring for Gypsy, so I brought her grooming kit, some oats, and a spare saddle and saddle blanket.
I took a long time grooming her, knowing that we would probably never see this place again. After that, I saddled her.
I left her in her stall to go say goodbye to the other horses. I gave them each a kiss, an apple, and a sugar lump.
I led Gypsy out to the gates to meet Travis. I got on Gypsy and gave one last look to where I spent the first fourteen years of my life.
* * * * * * *
After two days of journeying, we reached our house. It was where Travis lived before he worked for Grandmother.
It was a cottage next to a lake and it had green pastures for the horses. The cottage had a parlor, a kitchen, an eating room and a bed room. Travis decided to sleep on the couch and I on the bed. The bedroom had a perfect view of the horses and I would watch them late into the night.
About two months after we moved in, I decide to write a letter to my family.
Dear family,
I hope you are well. We are well. The lake is big and blue and I love to swim in it, as do the horses! The cottage is big and the horses love the grass in the pasture. We have great news to tell you.
(Here is the formal invitation.)
Dear Mary, Alice, and Winifred Marigold,
You are invited to the marriage of Anna Lucinda Marigold and Travis William McCarthy. Join us on July 18th 1914. We will be having it by the lake.
Sincerely,
Travis McCarthy and soon Anna McCarthy.
Mother, Mary, Grandmother, please come.
Travis went into town to mail the letter. I hoped that they would come. Even if they didn’t I knew that Travis and I would spend life together happily with the horses.

MAC1023 & King
2011-09-15 23:01:01
The Escape Part 2
The day came closer and closer. It was horrible for me. How was I supposed to know if my own family would come? My grandmother didn’t approve of me and I was going to find out why. I gathered Gypsy’s reins and nudged her gently in the sides. She trotted off and I steered her to my house. That is, my grandmothers house. I made a promise to myself that I would never go back, but here I am, going back.
A while later a big, gorgeous white mansion loomed in front of me. My mother, sister and I had lived in grandmother’s house ever since daddy died. Our grandfather was dead before I was born.
I quickly hoped off of Gypsy and led her into the stables. I found an empty stall and put her in it. I shut the door and ignored the urge to pet all of the horses that whinnied a welcome.
I walked up to the back door and lifted the brass knocker and let it thud to the door. Then a man walked up to the door and opened it.
“Marigold residence.”
“Hello I am Anna Marigold, Alice’s daughter.”
“Oh my, yes of course, come in.”
“Is the owner around now?”
“No,” replied the man. “Although she will be home in about 2 hours.”
“Thank you” and I headed inside.
I then walked to the stair case and climbed it slowly. I then turned and walked to my room. I opened the door to see that nothing had changed. I then went over to my chest and opened it. It held pictures and documents of the whole family, although I don’t know why they put it in my room.
I shifted papers and then picked up a photograph of my father. Tears came to my eyes and I quickly put it down. This wasn’t the time for nonsense, I thought. I then continued to search until I found all of my pictures. Oddly there were no photographs of me at birth. They started when I looked about 3 months old. What was even stranger was that my birth certificate was nowhere to be found.
What is going on? It’s like I wasn’t born!
“Anna, what are you doing here?”
“Mother!” I quickly stood up and all of the photographs I were holding fell to the ground.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Um, well I was actually looking for my birth certificate.”
“Well why on earth would you need that? All it says was that you were born to me and your father.”
“I need it, well the pastor needs it. I don’t know why, he said he needs it for the marriage to be like legal or something like that.”
“It’s in your chest Anna.”
“No mother, it’s not.” I began to get angry. “Where is it?”
“Anna…”
“Where is it?” I screamed.
She then dropped to my bed sobbing. I stared at her with shock on my face. I didn’t mean to do this to her.
“Mother,” I began.
“You, don’t, have one.” she said between sobs. “I was pregnant with a child, but something went wrong, the baby was never born. Mary doesn’t remember she was only two.”
“You mean, I was going to have a baby brother or sister?”
“We, went to an orphanage and found you. Anna, you are adopted.”
Time seemed to freeze. My hands clenched into tight fists. Tears blurred my eyes. How could they not tell me this, they went my whole life acting like I was there’s.
“Anna, we all loved you just the same. Especially your father.”
“He’s not my father!” I then burst out of the room and down the stairs. I opened the back door and ran out. After that I ran into something hard.
“Anna! Why are you here? Decided to dump the stable boy?”
“Shut your mouth Mary.”
She smirked back at me. “I have a guess to why you’re here. Did he kick you out because you threw shoes at him?”
She had crossed the line. I tackled her and started pulling her hair with all of my might. She howled in pain but I didn’t stop. She was horrible to me my entire life, now it was time for revenge. When pieces of her hair started coming out she started balling.
“Please! Stop!” she wailed.
“Mary, Mary where are you?”
I then jumped up. Every hair on my body stood on its end, that voice was my grandmothers.
I ran as fast as I could to the stables. I opened up Gypsy’s stall door and got onto her saddle. I kicked her in the sides and she burst off. My feet weren’t even in the stirrups and I had to hold on to her mane to keep from falling off.
Gypsy bolted past my grandmother and I hoped that she wouldn’t see me. Gypsy ran and continued to until we reached Travis’s house.
I got off of her and hung her bridle and saddle on the fence. I led her into the saddle and went into the house. Travis was gone. I went into my room and changed into an under gown. It was short, blue, and had no sleeves. I slipped out of my shoes and left the house.
Next to the horse’s pasture there is a pond. It doesn’t get very deep; the deepest part is at my neck. I slowly walked into it and lay down so that my head was on the ground next to it. It was cold but it helped ease my grief somewhat.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is hearing my name.
“Anna! What on earth are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“I can see that.”
“I feel sick.”
“Well of course, you’ve been sitting here for who knows how long. You probably have hypothermia.”
“It’s not that Travis.”
“Then what is it my love?”
“Travis, I was adopted.”
“Is that all?”
“Is that all? What do you mean is that all!”
He then bent down and picked me up. I started crying again and he carried me inside. He sat down on the couch and I buried my head into his shoulder.
* * * * I opened my eyes and saw that I was staring at Travis. He had his arm around my shoulder and was sleeping. Travis opened his eyes and looked into mine.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“Anna, if you want we can visit the orphanage to see if they know who your parents are.”
“But there are lots of orphanages!”
“Well, we’ll just start by the ones closest to your house. Before you lived with your grandmother that is.”
I sat up and pondered about it. Travis leaned over and got into my face.
“How’s about it?”


What will happen????? :o
Ill post more some other time.
MAC1023 & King
2011-09-17 20:54:02
So Good How do you come up with these ideas ?
purplo9 & Midnight
2011-09-18 11:00:30
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