this is by me and aine


She stood among the mourners in the shade of an oak tree. The shadow had obliterated most of her features but it was impossible to miss the constant teardrops that ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed from all the tears she had cried and yet they were still bright from all the tears she had left to shed. She seemed to be biting her fist to help stifle her sobs. The other mourners regarded her curiously, no one really recognised her. One of them vaguely recognised a dark haired girl similar to her but the shadow over her made it hard to tell if she really was that girl.
The priest stepped forward, cleared his throat and began the traditional mourning passage.
“The petals of your life have fallen,
May your spirit soar on the wings of your dreams,
May your dreams carry you to a better place,
The flower will bloom again,
We will miss you forever,”
Together everyone chanted.
“Until we meet again” The priest cleared his throat again – he hated doing funerals especially for young people – his gaze swept across the people that had turned up, a few of them looked tearfully back, most stood heads bowed staring at the ground. His eyes lingered on the young woman in the shade of the old oak tree then he looked sharply back at his feet and began his speech.
The parents of the deceased stood in each other’s arms, the mother sobbing uncontrollably. And to make things worse the weather seemed to be reflecting the mood, the sky was dark and overcast and it was raining that annoying drizzle.
“My friends” the priest began “we have gathered here to guide Adam Leonsbane to a better place, a better life. Today is not, as it may seem an end, but a beginning. As when the flower fades, there is a swelling bud to take its place.” The priest looked around at all the sad faces before continuing “ Adam was a wonderful person, loved by many, known by all” the young priest spared a quick glance in the direction of the woman under the tree – Had she known him? How? He knew Adam personally and had never met her – he cleared his throat “It is a great pity that he was taken from this life so soon and we must hope that he will find some peace in the next.” The woman under the tree let out a loud cry of despair and ran from the shelter of the oak. Her hair streaming out behind her like a black banner she ran swiftly out of the cemetery and, in a whirl of black hair, she turned out of their sight. The priest closed his eyes briefly the image of the young woman running – her hair streaming out behind her, sometimes rippling blue in the dim light of the sun – was forever imprinted in his mind.
For the others that witnessed this strange event at the funeral, the words ‘who is she?’ was on their minds, not for the first time that day.

Her name is Ammonra Tsaecaire and she is the reason that Adam Leonsbane died. Ammonra continued running, it was early on a Sunday morning and everything was silent all Ammonra could hear was the thud of her feet as she ran, and the sound of her breath – which she could see also billowing out in front of her in a small cloud.
Someone grabbed her arm, Ammonra spun round to face them, ready to tell them to go, to leave her alone, when she saw who it was Ammonra faltered.
It was a woman her own age, she looked sympathetic towards Ammonra, her hair – which was short and pink – blew across her face in a passing breeze, which ruffled Ammonra’s own dark hair. And her eyes seemed curious.
Ammonra attempted a smile, but she failed miserably at it, so Ammonra broke down and cried again.
“I don’t see” the woman said “why you go to their funerals, why you put yourself through so much torture”
“I have to Electra” Ammonra sobbed “I need to know if they’ve finally gone to rest” Electra gave her a hesitant hug in an attempt to comfort her friend. “I see their faces every night” Ammonra continued “Every night for God’s sake! It was bad enough seeing them die in the first place but I see their final moments in my mind all the time. All those I couldn’t save and all those I had no choice but to kill.” The tears came faster now. “Why are they haunting me?”
Electra had no reply for this, she had nightmares of her own.
Unknown to Ammonra and Electra was the figure stood in shadow watching them, the figure that had followed Ammonra from Adams funeral, the figure that had every intention of following them were ever they went.

correction

that bit is by you only.
(thats why its so good) :D

yes but you've done the next bit.....

so come on put it up

*nervous laugh*

i'd rather not
i have thins thing against people reading stuff that i write.
it's more of a phobia. like i have stagefright, i cant play the piano on the stage (wich is a real shame) i have this phobia about people looking at my work and people reading my stuff.
i blame my mum, she always says that my work and pictures are realy bad. she discourages me (she also scares me). i think i'm scared of goign wrong...

aine no one knows who you are and if you dont put it up I'll attempt to read your writting when I get the folder and put your bits up then.

Anyway your bits good let the world see how creative you are


go on ^_^

creative?!

HAH!!!
i wish, i'll put your bit up soon.,

okay this is the begining again with added bits by aine



She stood among the mourners in the shade of an oak tree. The shadow had obliterated most of her features but it was impossible to miss the constant teardrops that ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed from all the tears she had cried and yet they were still bright from all the tears she had left to shed. She seemed to be biting her fist to help stifle her sobs. The other mourners regarded her curiously, no one really recognised her. One of them vaguely recognised a dark haired girl similar to her but the shadow over her made it hard to tell if she really was that girl.
The priest stepped forward, cleared his throat and began the traditional mourning passage.
“The petals of your life have fallen,
May your spirit soar on the wings of your dreams,
May your dreams carry you to a better place,
The flower will bloom again,
We will miss you forever,”
Together everyone chanted.
“Until we meet again” The priest cleared his throat again – he hated doing funerals especially for young people – his gaze swept across the people that had turned up, a few of them looked tearfully back, most stood heads bowed staring at the ground. His eyes lingered on the young woman in the shade of the old oak tree then he looked sharply back at his feet and began his speech.
The parents of the deceased stood in each other’s arms, the mother sobbing uncontrollably. And to make things worse the weather seemed to be reflecting the mood, the sky was dark and overcast and it was raining that annoying drizzle.
“My friends” the priest began “we have gathered here to guide Frederique Leonsbane to a better place, a better life. Today is not, as it may seem an end, but a beginning. As when the flower fades, there is a swelling bud to take its place.” The priest looked around at all the sad faces before continuing “Frederique was a wonderful person, loved by many, known by all” the young priest spared a quick glance in the direction of the woman under the tree – Had she known him? How? He knew Frederique personally and had never met her – he cleared his throat “It is a great pity that he was taken from this life so soon and we must hope that he will find some peace in the next.” The woman under the tree let out a loud cry of despair and ran from the shelter of the oak. Her hair streaming out behind her like a black banner she ran swiftly out of the cemetery and, in a whirl of black hair, she turned out of their sight. The priest closed his eyes briefly the image of the young woman running – her hair streaming out behind her, sometimes rippling blue in the dim light of the sun – was forever imprinted in his mind.
For the others that witnessed this strange event at the funeral, the words ‘who is she?’ was on their minds, not for the first time that day.

Her name is Ammonra Tsaecaire and she is the reason that Frederique Leonsbane died. Ammonra continued running, it was early on a Sunday morning and everything was silent all Ammonra could hear was the thud of her feet as she ran, and the sound of her breath – which she could see also billowing out in front of her in a small cloud.
Someone grabbed her arm, Ammonra spun round to face them, ready to tell them to go, to leave her alone, when she saw who it was Ammonra faltered.
It was a woman her own age, she looked sympathetic towards Ammonra, her hair – which was short and pink – blew across her face in a passing breeze, which ruffled Ammonra’s own dark hair. And her eyes seemed curious.
Ammonra attempted a smile, but she failed miserably at it, so Ammonra broke down and cried again.
“I don’t see” the woman said “why you go to their funerals, why you put yourself through so much torture”
“I have to Electra” Ammonra sobbed “I need to know if they’ve finally gone to rest” Electra gave her a hesitant hug in an attempt to comfort her friend. “I see their faces every night” Ammonra continued “Every night for God’s sake! It was bad enough seeing them die in the first place but I see their final moments in my mind all the time. All those I couldn’t save and all those I had no choice but to kill.” The tears came faster now. “Why are they haunting me?”
Electra had no reply for this, she had nightmares of her own.
Unknown to Ammonra and Electra was the figure stood in shadow watching them, the figure that had followed Ammonra from Adams funeral, the figure that had every intention of following them were ever they went.

Everything was calm. A lonely home stood underneath the great oak. It’s big branches cast shadows on the roof. The windows of the home were open, the curtains swayed gently in the breeze. Voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.
“Is everyone here yet? The guests are waiting for your toast” A tall thin man stood up from his chair. Everyone fell silent, all eyes were on him.
“Dear friends, we have all gathered today due to a sad occasion. our dear friend Frederique has passed away, he was cut short of life..”
The door to the kitchen was slightly open across the room.

aaarrgh you didnt!!
oh i'm really embarrased now!!!

one tiny point...you changed the guys name from adam to frederique...but later on it says adam.

Otherwise its GREAT!!!!

oops

hihi thats partly my fault! i wrote some and then gave it to rae without telling her the name of the guy!

yeah I stuck 'Adam' in as I didn't know what he was called and It would be weird to put '“My friends” the priest began “we have gathered here to guide ? ? to a better.....' etc

dont worry, the story still sounds great!

..no matter what names we used!