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“Are you running Eve?” “Excuse me?” “Are you running? From something? To something? For something?” “No, why would you say that?” “Well are you hiding then?” “What would I hide from, I have nothing to fear? Why do you think I’m running or hiding?” “You moved house to the other side of the state when you were 20 and left your mother in your brother’s care. You refuse to visit her. In all of your dreams, you appear to be being chased or inside somewhere sealed. What is it you don’t want to think about?” “I think you are the one who need

Once upon a time there was a fairy named Lily, who had a love affair with the stars. Though the star’s were no business to a fairy, she loved them none the less. Star lore lead the fairies to believe that the light of a star was remote and cold and was no favour to them as they drew their power’s from the sun and the moon. The two planets were kind to the fairies and watched over them in turn, sometimes at the same time, but Lily could not help but prefer the light of the stars. “I wonder what it would be like to be a star?” She would say every night as she looked up at the night sky while she worked. “I wonder

Ashlyn drove the thousands of miles that it took to reply to the call. It had come from her sister's phone but a male spoke. Not a male she was familiar with. On her way she called a friend to pick up the car while she pictured up the traumatized child that was her niece. She knew she shouldn't have let her go. Let her take her out in a time like this. She couldn't stop her taking out her own daughter for her birthday though. There are some things you can't stop someone from doing just because of their way of life. She wasnt her daughter. Pulling up to the sight it was crawling with people. People in white full body suits and black suits, pol

Frerin and Thorin laughed as they sat on the top of the mountain of Erebor. They both had pipes in their hands. Their laughed were loud and hearty as they picked up rocks and challenged eachother who could throw their furthest off the mountain. They stood up and drew their arms back. "After 3 brother." Thorin smirked. Frerin smirked and moved his foot slightly toward Thorin. "1. 2. 3!" They both released the rocks, but as Thorin let his go, Frerin gave his foot a nudge so Thorin only fell to the ground and his rock changed course, only tumbling down the mountain side. Frerin's went out perfectly. He began to gloat until they heard a clutter b

A storm rattled the foundations of the building that covered her head. The lightning struck like swords in a dark battle and thunder cracked like a whip from mordor. The rain lashed at the window, trying to rip its way in with the help of the violent angry trees. Voice wrapped a third blanket around her as the cold crept in where the rain couldnt. Picking up her pen and diary, she opened to a clean page and took a brave breath before writting. 'Dear Diary. The weather is indefinably a bad omen. I swear something bad is up ahead. Something torment and painful. I couldnt tell you for the life of me what it was though. I cannot tell the future,

The moon was but a fingernail in the sky but it was bright and gentle. It smiled down on middle earth, though it shared its land with good and evil. The stars danced still with the darkness behind them, bringing their grins forward. The wind was calm and nothing more than a breeze of winter chill, as it rolled across the homes. This was a night perfect for memories to be remembered. a good or bad. A night for mourning to end or for joy to rejoice. But it was not quiet. From a mountain tip it was easy to hear most creatures that came to life at night. Orc and goblin chanting and slamming with thoughts of power and war. Man with its dream of no

Voice sat on her bed. The night was late and the stars were out. The air was warm but there was no one but Voice to feel it. She pulled her book from under her pillow and began to write. 'Dear Diary. I felt something in the forest today. I felt hope. The birds were singing happily. Buck and Elk dancing as they walk. The trees were whispering and gossiping with the wind. I didn't feel any danger in the leaves. It was too serial for Mirkwood. I almost thought i was in one of my dreams. The ones where orc and trolls never exist and my parents lived in the forest with me. Well. I don't remember what they looked like. so the parents my mind conduc

Voice sat with her back against the oak tree outside Radagast's cottage. The autumn leaves were falling around her and rustles of animals in the bushes and trees surrounded her. But nothing of it bothered her. She knew an out of place sound when it came. But that cold evening was quiet. She pulled her extra brown cloak and grey scarf around her as a chill crawled her way. Pulling her legs up, she rested her book on her knees. Her ink sat by her side as she dipped her feather in and began to write in the book. 'Dear Diary. The forest has been quiet. too quiet. Radagast has gone away again. He never says where he goes and how long he'll be awa