Farfalla21
The intent of doing something is not enough. Intending to write a book or finish an assignment is not going to get you anywhere until you sit down and actually do it. For example, I had every intention of not procrastinating and getting that assignment done to the best of my ability. How do you think that went?
Joyous celebration filled the air as the triumphant warrior rode back into the enormous city on his cliche white hourse. Cassandra scoffed as the petty villagers continued to cheer the champion of the city. He held up the bloody head head of his most recent prize and the roar becae deafening. It was despicable how th crowds cheered and adored him. He was just man; well a narcissistic egotistical man but a man nonetheless. As the other girls squealed as he rode by, Cassandra defiantly stared at the ground ana made not a sound. Little did she know, the champion had noticed the one girl in the crowd who was not cheering his name...
Her oblique gaze gave little away as she confronted the man across the table. His questions would not receive any answers or at least not the answers that he wanted. Her secrets would remain her own and no one would pry them from her mind.
The flames lick against me as I cower in fear and pain. I ache in every possible way and yet the flames don't stop burning me. When will they leave me be? What did I do to deserve this? How do I escape this nightmare?
The wee lamb seemed as innocent as well, let's be honest a lamb, but it held a dark secret. A secret that shocked everyone. It was not, in fact a lamb. It was something none of us had ever seen or heard about before, unless you count the saying "a wolf in sheep's clothing" but that barely brushed the surface of this creature.
My wound has healed well, It used to be an open, gaping whole that blood, my very life source, poured out of like a waterfall. Now, I know longer bleed. My heart has healed with invisible stitches and you help it hurt a little less every day. You've helped me heal and move on.
I have weathered the storm. God knows it wasn't easy. There were days that made me want to curl into a fetal position and cry. There were days that I gave in to this impulse, but there were also days that I stood up and pushed through.
I watched her arms flailing, her eyes rolling, her legs twitching. I tried to help but there was nothing I could do. I screamed, cursing my inability to help, to do anything. Then, I woke up to people grabbing my own flailing arms.
My limbs ache and my mind seems sluggish. This damn fatigue just won't go away. Why won't it go away? Who won't my mind think? Why won't by body work the way I want it to?
With all of her strength, she willed herself to move, to keep going. She knew that she couldn't stop and give up. This was too important. The fact of the matter is that life is worth living, even when it gets you down, even when it sucks. It's still worth it.