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Chapter #5: It can't be! “Can it be? Can it really be?” Leona had a final look at the two. It was her two friends, Kahlay and Dakote. Leona had tears in her eyes and she stood there for a moment. Leona had a look of, “oh, I'm gonna kill you!” in her eyes. She shouted at them, “Where have you been?! DAMN YOU, where have YOU BEEN!!!” Leona ran at them. The two friends seemed shocked at what was happening. Leona jumped and wrapped her arms around the two and laughed. Kahlay looked at Dakote with tears in her eyes.
“Geez!! I thought you were gonna slug us!” Dakote said in alarm. Leona laughed and wiped her eyes.
“You two really take things too seriously, a lot!” Leona joked and she looked at her long lost friends “Hey, do you remember our hand shake?” Dakote smiled and got ou
Chapter #4: Some New Companions They traveled all day and night, still searching for the tower of Tharten Dranmas. But, a thought accured to Bekkren and Soljar. What if that palace was the hide out. What if Rancorous worked for the sorceress. What if...
“Oh, by the nine 'ells!! May be we did Go aw'y from the place'n wur the evil witch is!” Soljar said in the silence as they sat in one of the inn rooms. She looked at the rest of the gang, her eyes darting from Bekkren and Leona.
“Soljar, what are you saying? You mean to say that we traveled 5 days here, to find out that the place they planned to hurt us all, was the place where that daffy witch is?” Leona asked her sister, “ I'm sorry, but if we're going back there, then, I'm going to
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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