- I looked over my shelves once more. Bottles, herbs, and recipes were everywhere. I watched as each bottle caught the light of the setting sun. The liquids held in the bottles shone like stars; or tears. Why had the boy come? When would he leave? How much more would he hurt us? I wish I could cast lots, but they had been taken: by him. A breeze sprung up; it spoke of the fields and the river but mostly it brought the news of a gathering crowd. My help is needed once more: to heal, to pray, and to bring comfort.
- by melsister7 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/23/2010 |
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- Title: Changes on the Wind
- Artist: melsister7
- Description: Okay, this is the beginning of a ficitional story based before and during the Civil War. The main character is supposedly the oldest of the slaves in the plantation. She is thought to have some magical powers, and even if she doesn't, she does a lot of the healing at the plantation. If you would like to read the rest please tell me in a comment. Thank you!! X3
- Date: 05/23/2010
- Tags: changes wind
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