Their arrows flew over us in a frenzy of oranges and reds, painting the evening sky like a fall portrait. Landing behind us, embers from the projectiles burst out into small flames on the late harvest, leaking out over the dry fields. The wind blew, and immediately the eager flames leapt up, searching for more fuel. It wasn’t long until the whole field was a crackling blaze. The sky turned from bright blues and reds, to fog of gray ash in minutes. Smoke came from every direction.
Our hidden camp hunkered down, deep in the middle of a field in a small grove. Soon we would have to leave, the fires were spreading fast, and the enemy was still shooting flaming arrows. The smoke was blowing towards us in clouds, making our men cough and splutter while trying to clean up.
They were cruel, but they had a good strategy; they didn’t know exactly where we were, so they would just smoke us out, like rats. Most of the time their enemies would die in the fire, from the smoke or flames. It was a common household method, and recently the Force had started to use it for all sorts of things. If you rode along the countryside, you would find many places burnt, but usually never more than a house or two. They were going all out this time.
Though, I thought, they are actually helping us now, giving us smoke to hide in while we escape. But if we don’t hurry, we will all end up as piles of burned coyote snacks
As their arrows came nearer and nearer to our camp, Mary giggled. She was lying on her stomach beside me, playing with the hem of my dress. She giggled wildly again in her insane state.
“Missed us, missed us, must try harder!” She chanted, over and over, giggling in between.
It was only by my command that she be brought with us. We had stumbled across her a few months ago at a destroyed town, an only survivor. The men had tried to pry some information of the disaster from her.
‘Was it of the kings bidding, or was it a natural cause?’ They had asked.
Even if the disaster were just an accident, though they thought not, she wouldn’t tell. She sat just sat there and sang a little nursery rhyme, ‘Mary May’ it was called.
Mary May, Mary May, oh won’t you come to play
Mary May, Mary May, we shall play all day
It wasn’t long after trying to talk to her that they realized that her mind had been twisted. They’d thought to leave her die, how good could a messed mind be? But I insisted that she be brought.
‘Maybe after time she might tell’ I had said, but there was another reason. She was only a young woman, maybe 12 at the most, only a couple years younger than I. I felt that if I was to go off-balance, I wouldn’t want to be left, I would want to be taken care of.
So, I insisted she be brought, and I had been taking care of her since. We had named her Mary, because of the nursery rhyme. She seemed to like it, because whenever I turned she was humming her name to herself.
She had been an inconvenience sometimes, but it was nice not being the only woman in camp, no matter how lost her mind was. She was always at my side, ready to help with most minor things. It felt like that was how she was paying me back for bringing her, and I have never regretted it.
It felt almost motherly, to be able to take care of another, one who wasn’t always practicing in swordplay, or was always gone one missions. I would sit and brush her hair, or teach her how to sew; things I had chose to miss entirely when I took up my lifestyle.
Though, I would never tell my brother how much I missed out from a normal life, or any of the men for that thought. He need not think of one more worry. Anyways, none of them thought it proper for a lady such as myself, with higher blood, to be doing such a man’s work. It would just add to the fight. I had tried to make it clear that I wanted it, though they treated me like I didn’t. I am fully competent, and I am not sure if they are too polite to realize that.
My thoughts popped back to the present. Glancing round, I realized that the fires were coming in faster, and we needed to leave. I looked to my brother. He caught my gaze and nodded, his curly brown hair bobbing by his eyes. He signalled to the men, and we arranged our weapons and loads, ready to flee.
I shouldered a heavy knapsack full of food before I felt a tap on my arm. There was Thomas, one of our younger recruitments. He was standing there with only a crossbow, reaching for my load.
“I can carry it,” I told him, but he shook his head.
“Tis’ not fair for a lady to do a man’s work, no matter th’ conditions, but ‘specially when there is a cap-ble sir nearby.” He told me bowing his head.
“Are you saying I am not capable?” I snapped at him, as always tense under pressure.
“N-no miss-Ma’am, I-I was only trying to be helpful” he stuttered.
I sighed, this was taking time and we needed to hurry.
“Here then, be careful with it!” I handed it to him and watched him join the line.
I hurried over to Vespeiri, who I knew always-carried extra weapons. Before joining us he had been a village butcher, and so he had brought many of his tools with him. He was quite a valuable addition to our group.
When I fronted him, he handed me a single dagger, knowing already what I wanted. It was big enough to be used in hand-to hand-combat, but not enough to be a nuisance. Handy.
I nodded thanks and ran around our camp once more to make sure we hadn’t left any evidence of being there. Not that it mattered; everything would probably be burnt by Orlineate’s pets.
The fire had been smothered at the first sound of horses, and we had spread the ashes in the wind. We hid all the hay and other crops we had used as extra bedding, because we hadn’t enough time to spread those also. The dirt we had printed was roughed to look natural. The men had done a good job in the short time they had.
I ran to my place near the end of the line. With one more glance down the arrangement, my brother nodded, wincing, and rubbed his jaw. I sent him an understanding look, and we left.
We ran in a single line North, away from the enemy, and the fires. I looked back through the fire and smog, and saw the actual squadron.
There were about 65-armed footmen, and thirty archers all skilfully arranged, surrounding their Leader. We would never stand a chance, even with our great swordsmen. We had thirty-two men, though we lost four some days ago. We were one of the best-organized rebel bands we had heard of, but not the biggest.
Only a few were larger than forty. Most teams split into two or three groups at that point, to avoid detection. Now we were trying to meet up with our sister groups to discuss our plans.
Looking back ahead, I realized Mary wasn’t in front of me; she had slipped off somewhere. I frantically scanned the plain, until I saw her head bobbing towards the enemy’s wall of fire. If she kept going, she would show them our exact path.
I sprinted out of the line, running back in our previous direction, despite the calls I heard behind me. No one could follow though, it was against our rules, and only my brother and I were allowed to say otherwise. Nobody questioned us.
“Come, come, come find us. Yes, you boys, come play our game, come play our game. Come, come and find us!” Mary giggled up ahead.
My head ducked and I skirted through the mixture of hay and corn. I tried to hide my frame from most sight.
When I neared her I skilfully grabbed her, grabbing her arm and covering her mouth, pulling her down. She tried to pull away and scream. I just held her harder; twisting her in a way that she could see it was I. I took a minute to let her calm down.
Randomly, she started giggling.
“Why, come play our little game, they must come find us, yes they must, come, come, play with us, play with me!” She whispered to me.
Then she started yelling, “Mary Mary, Mary Mary, boys come to play, May May, come play come play…” She started choking, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I slapped her hard. She jerked back, staring at me with open eyes. I had never seen her this twisted before, beyond talking sense.
The smoke must be winding her mind beyond its usual state I concluded. Lack of air
“Come, hurry,” I hissed at her, pulling her up. I started dragging her away, and she stumbled alongside me.
I had lost sight of the line, but I knew where they were headed. Only if I could see which direction I was going in! The dense air made me cough and trip, still trying to lead Mary.
I heard the sound of a small catapult, and ducked to the ground. To our left, I heard an explosion. An air of wind reverberated over fields, before brightness showed through the smog. I started running. We couldn’t get caught in one of those.
I heard Mary heaving, and felt her pulling behind me. I turned around and pulled her over my shoulder, her petite weight a burden I had trouble with, even after all my work with the men.
There was only one reason I should be this weak. I growled and shoved my long, golden hair away from my face, and pushed on.
After a few minutes, and much dodging of explosions, my back and shoulders started to ache. I could only carry her for so long. I checked her face and realized she was unconscious; the smoke had been too much for her. I flung us on the ground in a fit of coughs, trying to clear my own lungs of the horrid smell of burning.
Taking the chance to look around, I realized that they had burnt much of what had been a fall harvest, though how much I wasn’t sure. Some poor family was going to go hungry this winter.
Because Orlineate is too much of a scamming dog to pay them for their loss that he caused I thought bitterly, breath finally slower.
Behind us the flames sneaked closer and closer. I stood back up, searching ahead. There, I saw something. I looked again. Something was glistening.
Water
I grabbed Mary under the arms and started to drag her, we had to get there. It was our only chance of survival from the flames.
I glanced back and realized that far back the first fires had burned out and turned into ash. The enemy was advancing behind their new wall of flares, so if the fire didn’t get us, they would.
Panic seized my stomach. What if I can’t get her to the waters edge, what if I’m not strong enough. I will have to… or they will kill us, either the fire or them. Because of my stupid, prideful hatred of it we will be burned to ashes, and then stomped into the ground by their horses.
My steps started to falter unwillingly, she was so heavy. Laden down with all of- no, do not think of that!
I took a deep breath that sent me coughing, and I used this to clear my head of the negative thought.
I will not do it, and we will not die. I will think of a plan, and even if I don’t, he will
I thought of my brother, Kalmber. He had been so heroic, leading our band all these years. It had been so stressful for him. And he had taken everything that had happened to us better than I ever could. He would never enjoy that one part, but at least he embraced the need and obliged to it willingly before things happened.
He would have made a perfect father for a little one; so orderly and intelligent with a strong will for the right thing.
He also had looks to best any normal prince; tall, lean, but muscular with light brown, bouncy curls, over deep green eyes. His features were all sharp. His nose, cheekbones, and jaw, weren’t round and too wide like the kingdom boys. They were sharp and idyllic, but could be terrifying if need be. If any lady had him she would be the luckiest in the kingdom.
We had few similarities. Our noses were different, mine being the smallest amount curved down the main shaft, his straight. The light crystal blue-ness of my eyes varied from his green lake-like deepness, though they still were both shocking. My hair was wavy, and a lustrous, flaxen colour. Our body types were the same; slim but tall, his muscle still exceeding mine, no matter what I did.
I refocused again, noticing that we were almost there, I could tell out the shape of a lake. I ran the last bit, Mary bouncing along the ground behind me. She would have some bruises tomorrow, but wouldn’t we all?
I ran to the edge, dropped Mary, and took off my belt, along with the dagger and various other things I had hidden away. ‘A good swordsman’ Or woman I added to myself ‘never lets his dagger rust,’ we all knew that.
Sloshing into the water, I splashed Mary. She woke and sat up, coughing out ash. Then she crawled to the lakes edge, and started gulping up the water.
I dipped my body in, relaxing my tired muscles. Soaking my dress, I drank in the coolness. I sighed. I could stay floating in the shallows for days on end, but we would have to move in a minute.
At that moment I could feel my joints pine, and it was all I could do to just lie there. I finally felt a pint of relief. The need to leave and catch up to the others was still urgent in my mind, but I tried, exhausted, to convince myself that we would be safe.
If only for one minute
I inhaled a large breath. Looking at the setting blob of hazy light that should be the sun, I thought of how hungry I was, the reason why I was so tired.
We needed to leave, but I didn’t want to. I will count to thirty then we will go
One… two… three… four… We need to leave, five… six…
Before I even got to think the next number, I heard a catapult fire. I ducked under the water. But two seconds later my body was blown back onto the sand, where I landed, unconscious.
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Small flames were just whooshing out with the wind all over the fields. It looked rather like many candle flames being blown out.
ReplyDeleteThe blackness that coated the ground gave a desolate, sad feeling of all the life just lost. Smoke was beginning to clear away, and with it the daylight. Night soon would be settling, and creatures friendly with the day would sleep.
Hordes of mice and shrews scurried round the fields, trying to find their nests. Their safe havens of all of the fields gone, they were open range now. Along with them, many other creatures were trying to find a home, or mate, that had been lost in the massive fire.
Predators like foxes and other animals hunted discreetly everywhere, their prey easy to catch at this perfect hour. Most had their young with them, the edges of the dead fields a good hunting place now. It would be perfect for practice.
Farther and farther, the sun went down. A chilly mist descended over the new ashes, making them wet and glossy.
Far in the distant, there was the sound of hooves, then a low thud, as a rider dismounted his horse.
I walked through the dead harvest. The sound of my footsteps was a noise of muffled crunching as I stepped on half scorched branches and brittle wheat. A layer of ash covered them, blown in by the wind earlier, and was now sticking to my boots from the dampness that had spread.
I had been riding Juliath, one of the steeds, all night on rounds, but had courteously given up riding him to one of the other Counts, Hrven. After reporting to him and hearing his multi-minute long whine about his poor feet, I decided to just shut him up.
Most of the Force were tough, or at least acted it. Hrven was the only one that had problems with anything. It was quite annoying, and I had to bite my tongue much.
He was just a waste of space; there were plenty of men that could replace him. The only reason he was still in Norlontre’s company, I had heard, was because he still owed the King debt. Considering Orlineate was so cruel, I was surprised that he hadn’t just locked him up. I had always thought it a shame he hadn’t, and wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
The King had five ‘military servants,’ as he called them, which created the Force. When the King called upon them, he called them by their company name, not their real one.
There was Loch Garrison, who patrolled the waters for sea-bandits and went on missions that could only be accessed by water.
Then there was the Trail Slinker company, who I was a part of. We specialized out of the Castle and villages’ walls. Many of our missions varied, but mainly we worked on the Rebel attacks.
Denizen Informer worked only in towns and villages, or around people. They were the King’s civil spies, (and sometimes assassins) and even though the other three specialty groups were kept quiet, this was the most secretive. Not even the other four leaders really knew all that much about what happened in that part of the Force.
The fourth company, Blaze Artist, were the men that I regularly worked with other than my own. As easily known by their name, they carried out all the major burnings and smokings that happened many times in our missions.
The last group made up almost two-thirds of the whole force. They were called Soldier, and were just men trained in combat. Every group, even the Denizen’s, worked with them, some more than others.
Those five men were classified as the Leaders, while the men who were below them were Counts.
Counts were like mini leaders, there were a few so each could do their own job, or go on separate missions. Leaders could have as many Counts as they wanted, as long as they did their job.
Counts each got an amount of men to control, called their Peers. Generally the amount of Peers that they got changed over different missions. The Peers were expected to take their orders, and do their stuff right.
On our current mission to smoke out the Rebels, we had Norlontre, the Trail Slinker Leader, as our head.
For Counts there were Count Hrven, and I, Count Alectriel from the Trail Slinkers, Count Milia from the Loch Garrison, Count Hearette (who was the closest to my age, and quite a riot to be around) and Count Shant from the Blaze Artists, and Count Trespond from the Soldiers.
I could hear Counts Shant and Hearette talking in the distance to my right, discussing fire tactics with some Soldier Peers.
Those boys better not get their hopes up for a career in Blaze Artistry, I mumbled to myself, turning to my right a bit more, like they say, once a soldier, always a soldier, never go forth, never turn back
We were searching for any trace that was left of the rebel camp. We had heard a tip about their location, and decided to burn them out, if they were here. Our group had been searching the fields all night, and had found nothing, either they were burnt, or had escaped. Hopefully not the latter.
I had one more round to go, and then I was going to report back with the other Counts to Norlontre. I had heard that there was a lake on my round, Count Milia already having gone round the opposite bank of it, and wanted to hurry with it so we could head back and get this chill out of my bones.
We had decided that we shouldn’t take torches with us, though it was horribly cold and damp. Norlontre thought it would be easy for the Rebels to escape if there were any still here. We would be like walking beams. Though, at this moment I didn’t care, I wanted the warmth.
I may be young, but at this rate I’ll die early of a fever! I thought to myself, tightening my cloak around me from the shivers running up my spine.
After walking a few more minutes in my direction, I started to hear the sloshing of water. Hurrying my pace, I could soon see the glossy surface of the lake. It was shrouded in the moonlight.
I hurried to the sloping edge, stumbling in the sand, and falling to the ground. My hand hit something hard. Looking down I saw the flat of a blade peeking out of the grains of dirt. It looked well taken care of, no rust marks or anything, though well used.
It hasn’t been here for long, I thought.
I started scanning the shallows and the waters edge for anything more. I had turned right and started walking a ways, before I jumped. There was a slumped form lying on the ground. Hurriedly I approached, wary for any traps. I took out an arrow, and poked the figure. It seemed not to move, other than its steady breathing. I circled the person, getting a full visual.
It seemed to be a young wench, maybe from 9-11, or somewhere around there. She was wearing a coarse brown dress, and leather boots for footwear. Her hair was a dark muddy-brown colour, shoulder length. Looking like it was naturally squished into her face, her nose gave the rest of her small features a funny look.
That nose reminded me of someone, but whom?
Lakesha! I suddenly remembered. She came to the castle 4 years ago from her far-out village home in North-Western Fife-Ture looking for a job. Fresh into womanhood, she became a maid, and was assigned to my chamber. With I training for my title, and her being always there, we had become great friends and, eventually, even slight romantics.
So, she must have originally been from Fife-Ture, or have ancestors there I evaluated, And they say getting to know your chambermaid in more than the one pleasurable way is bad…
She had many cuts and scrapes over the length of her body, filled with sand and dirt, along with what looked liked many dark, dark blue bruises. They ranged from sizes of a nail’s length all the way to a forearm’s.
It looked like her leg was twisted in a painfully unnatural way.
I poked her again, on the shoulder, harder this time. She still didn’t move. I decided to give the call. I made high-pitched whistles using my fingers, Trail Slinker’s own patterning. Each of the Leaders’ Counts had a special one that matched his fellow Counts.
In the far distance I could hear a horse being spurred on with calls from it’s rider, as well as men running over.
I whistled again when I could hear them coming closer. Count Milia, Count Hearrette, and Count Hrven all appeared with their Peers, as well as mine, and made their way through the fog to me. All were cloaked in black, our night disguise.
I pointed to the form on the ground, and told them in hushed voices about the dagger I saw before and her suspected origin. They nodded and dismounted, checking over the body. I told them I would keep searching my way, and they started combing the beach in other directions.
This newfound discovery will find me great pleasure, I’m sure of it I smiled to myself.
I kept searching through the fog, determined to find something more. I scoured the water’s edge, until the sand turned to smooth pebbles, and then jagged rocks.
At this point I decided to turn back, I hadn’t seen anything more, and I was sure this is where Count Milia had searched to earlier. I walked a little farther away from the water this time, trying to see if I could find anything out there. Though, I went the whole way back without mention of disturbance.
Talking to Milia, I found that they had discovered a belt, sewing threads and an attached needle, bunches of herbs, and a few other items of the sorts, all near the dagger.
We started discussing what we thought this meant, obviously she did a woman’s job, and might be part of the rebels, but did she know anything? Or was she a farmer’s wife? She could have been taken as a hostage to help them with their horrible plans.
Just then, we heard another call. I raced over to the whistle with my Peers, while he stayed back with the subject. I was quick to get over there, and I wasn’t disappointed by what he had found.
The Count, Hearrette, who had whistled Hrven and I over, had discovered another person, also female. We crowded around her; trying to see, see if she was alive.
Like the other girl, she was wearing a brown dress, but no footwear.
This girl was much different though.
She was older for one thing, probably 13-16. Another, she was much skinnier; there was no extra weight. But she had muscles not generally seen on women, the look of one who worked hard. She was also quite tall, probably 5’ 6”, with long limbs and fingers, perfect for playing any type of instrument.
Or sewing, or shooting a bow…
We were also surprised by her looks. She could have been possibly the most beautiful woman we had ever seen.
She had high cheekbones, with a large, smooth expanse of cheek. Her nose was rounded slightly, perfectly curved at the end, not turned up or smudged in like the kingdom girls we were used to.
Her eyes were in an immaculate balance between her features, large and oval shaped, though there were hints of creasing in the corners. Generally you saw that in the men that commanded, signs of glaring, and defiance.
Her brows and lashes were a light brown with sun-faded highlights. And even though she was a bit tanned, you could tell in the foggy moonlight that she was naturally quite pale.
Her hair was a light golden, which seemed to shimmer when you moved, and was down to the small of her back. It was spread all around her, as if she was blown back, which she probably was.
While I studied her, Hearette had guessed that they had been around the lake’s edge. When we shot one of the catapults it must have landed near them and thrown them back. It was easy to guess by how their forms had been slumped.
“Is she alive?” Hrven asked.
“Watch!” I hissed.
We stood there, very carefully not making a sound, and stared at her body, waiting for some sign of movement. I took out another arrow and gently nudged her back, like I had the other. Gentler this time though, it seemed a shame to hurt such a beautiful body.
She groaned and licked her lips, and we saw her chest heave with a great sigh. She had been breathing, just so little that we couldn’t tell.
We all stood there, waiting for somebody to take charge, what would we do?
“I guess we should kill the survivors… those were our orders” said Hrven, and one of his Peers pulled out his axe.
“No!” I almost shouted, surprising myself. They were all startled by my outburst, and I just thought of something to save myself in time.
“The King said if we found anybody potential for information we should bring them back to him for questioning,” I told them, trying to look sure.
I thought back to before we had left. Orlineate himself had had a word with the all the Leaders separately, not just Trail Slinker, about the rebels. Some of the trusted Counts, myself included, were also talked to.
Mentally, I replayed the vulgar meeting.
“Now Count,” he had said, looking at me with a twinkle in his eye from his large, pelt covered throne.
“I hear you are on your way to being the best of your rank in the kingdom, and if that happens, you will probably end up a Leader.
“For this reason, I trust you. I want you too bring back any person that could have any information about the rebels. Especially young women, they know more information generally, would you not agree?” He asked me mischievously. Then he continued on, inclining his head like we were discussing vital information. “People tend to entrust their secrets to them, mostly the beautiful ones. I myself will be personally questioning them,” he winked at me when he said the last words.
“If you follow out my request, I will make sure you will be pleasured exceedingly.”
“That is not necessary my Kingship, but I thank thee for thy kindness,” I had told him.
“Nonsense, any man who serves his king right will get any types of pleasure that can be provided, and I have many to provide.” He smiled his grin again, and I remember having to hold in a shudder for the poor girls assigned to his bedchamber.
When he had asked if I understood, I just nodded. Then I had left the room, closing the door to his laughter.
Nodding back to the present I realized that Hrven and all the Peers looked very confused, but Hearrette understood. He also had the talk. Looking knowingly at me, he told a couple of his Peers to tie her up.
Then we went back to Milia and his Peers, discovering Norlontre had joined them. They were standing around the other figure, and one of the Peers had out a knife, ready to carry out orders to kill, if told. Norlontre gave a questioning look at the older girl we were carrying with us.
“Another female, age 13-16, positioned to look like she was blown back, probably out of the lake. Conclusion- catapult hit the lake, exploded them out onto the shore,” Hearette told Norlontre.
Norlontre nodded, and quietly told the men to tie her up also, and we started to carry them with us back to the main group. Counts Shant and Trespond’s Peers had already searched the other area, showing up without anything else.
Taking one more look back before we left, I surveyed the damage we had created. A whole plains’ worth of crops had been ruined, charred to blackness.
With winter coming in a few months, there would be little time for anything new to grow, other than wild weeds. Many animals lost winter dens and stores.
If these girls don’t speak we will have just ruined many creatures lives I thought soberly to myself.
But if they do, it will be all worth it, King’s orders!
I thought, looking up. We mounted our few horses and took off slowly. Back to the castle we were headed, with prisoners in tow.
Though, I still feel sorry for the lighter coloured girl… I shivered once again, King’s orders!
I love how you describe the protagonist's companionship with Mary. Right away, you get a feel for the main character's personality and temperament. This is VERY well-written! You make excellent use of SLV (sentence length variety), and you exercise a wide range of vocabulary. There are very few inconsistencies.
ReplyDelete"They’d thought to leave her die, how good could a messed mind be?
"They'd thought to leave her for dead; how good could a messed mind be?" would flow more smoothly.
WOW! This is superlative work! I'm very impressed. XD
-Renata
Hi Olivia, it's Sarah Jameson here from PGSS.“Their arrows flew over us in a frenzy of oranges and reds, painting the evening sky like a fall portrait.” Really good imagery words ; explained it so I could imagine it in my head.
ReplyDeleteLots of good words:
- projectile
- inconvenience
- recruitments
- nuisance
- evidence
- frantically
Great descriptive detail.
Take note of your punctuation, you are missing it in some places. Well written though! :)
Renata- Thank you, SO much! (This was actually based on a super wierd dream so... I am fairly surprised it got this long, and I have three more sections to post)
ReplyDeleteThat one section always twisted me around. I liked the way it sounded, as it was different from the norm, but it was like a small itch...
Awesome, thanks!
Sarah- Hehehe, the purchase of a thesaurus was one of my better investments!
ReplyDeleteWhy is is always the punctuation??? No matter how long you stare at the screen with blood-shot eyes, there is always something missed.
Sweet, thanks fot the feedback guys!
I'm gonna make another blog for sections 3 and 4.
ReplyDeleteOLIVIA: You have to come to PGSS and be in my class. You are AMAZING. Come NOW. Today. (grin)
ReplyDeleteThat first paragraph was so beautiful, I held my breath as I was reading it. I always do that when I am reading truly excellent student work. The smooth sentence structure, sophisticated vocabulary, and powerful descriptive detail enveloped me and held me in its grip as I hungrily read the words, compelled by the joy and pride I feel as a teacher of writing, when a student writer is phenomenal.
You need to know that you ARE a writer. Writing is in your blood. You have the gift, my dear. You have the magic.
Dear Mrs. Marren-Reitsma-
ReplyDeleteNot a chance, lol. Just kidding, but I love Kelly Road, and my teacher threatened me not to leave...... Mrs. Moulder can be scary occasionally. Just kidding. (and the scary grade tens would beat me up, well other than Renata and Sarah)
Thank you so much, for the past couple days I have been so happy reading your comments!
*Doing a little happy dance*
Thank you! This is so awesome!
Yay, I feel like i have been invited to Disney. I got the magic!
Does anybody know what her name is yet??
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure where to post this so i posted it in all my sections.
Any guesses?