To Motivate is to DoI went outside to ride my bike. I love riding my bike, I really do. But the combination of hills and heat in this area makes it so my body does not enjoy riding my bike nearly as much as I do. However, a few magical things happened today.As I was riding The Barrow Boy (the name with which I knighted my bike), I began to feel fatigued. I was about to turn myself around and return to mu house when I saw a man, an older man, walking up the street towards me. I thought I knew him, so I peddled faster so as to meet him.I did not know this man.Though I did not know him, when I passed him I decided that I might as well keep riding. After all, if I were to turn around now, I would have to peddle just as far to get back to my house. I peddled onward.I continued riding, and was once again met with a feeling of shaky legs and lungs low on will. Not in a way that would have seriously hurt me, just a general weight placed on my shoulders. I saw another man walking up the street in my direction.
The Fisherman's WifeShe will live out her life as a Fisherman's wife. She will travel the world with him on his boat, and the smell of the sea will linger in her red hair as she hangs on his arm and watches the whales. The Fisherman will take care of her. She will stay as beautiful and wonderful as the summer her entire life with him, and mourn when it is time for mourning, and laugh when it is time for laughing, and make time for love. She will get caught up with her projects and forget sometimes, but he will remind her. Everyone who has ever known her will love her forever in some way, even after she is gone, but no one will love her like the Fisherman. And she will know this to be true. They will be the most legendary love story to be written, and her life will be wonderful. She will think of this and hold the Fisherman closer to her and whisper "Love me" to the world, even if it can't hear her.She will live out her life as an Actor's daughter. She will watch through her window with George, and the sm
Children of Loup chp. 1And she watched him fall to the dirt.She felt the weakness of millions before her in her knees as she fell before the now lifeless body before her. Tears formed in her amber eyes as she laid a hand on his cold body, watching it turn to smoke and ash. Her hand sunk into the rubble that was a man. A shadow fell over her as the sun began to sink; a man sheathing a blade and placing it onto his back. The shadow turned to look into the dying sun. She turned her head to face him."Ektor," she snarled weakly, rage and grief blatant in her smooth, low voice, "Why do you not weep? Why do you not bleed, nor fear? Have you no grief to spare? The wind will carry him off, and this means nothing to you?" The man said nothing. She stood up and said again, "Answer me. Does this mean nothing to you that he is dead?" Still, he said nothing, only gazed into the last rays of day.The girl was getting angry now, angrier than she was before, no longer with fate but with this man standing before her, this m