Alice's Lovely Works

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So, there has been some requests for my written works, which I shall be posting here on separate posts. No need to have fifteen million threads.

A Date With Dream is the new site that I have that will have all of my newest poetry in this depression of mine. Yay for depressing works of art! xD
Okay, I'm done being sad.
Anyway, here are some of my things. If they are not finished, I will add more to them, so come back every so often to see if anything has been added.

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If this works, this should actually be the document of all of my poems. Most of these poems were written five, four, maybe three years ago, so they are all crap. Sorry.

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This story won first place in a contest I did in fifth grade. I won a $25 certificate to Hastings for it.

The Ride

Zaphana and her horse Tara ventured through the forest -- a place that Zaphana and Tara knew well. Zaphana had ridden Tara here almost every day.
Suddenly, Zaphana thought that she saw a flash of light. She steered Tara towards a clearing in the trees. The bit of light reappeared. Tara galloped and jumped over the light. When Tara landed, Zaphana looked around again. The light was gone, and nothing looked familiar. Her direction sense was gone. Had they entered a different world?
Confused, Zaphana couldn't remember the way back. She let Tara wander.
A young girl wearing a simple dress appeared. Zaphana signaled Tara to stop.
"The prophecy is true," the girl exclaimed.
"What?" Zaphana asked, "I must be lost. Can you help me?"
"I've been waiting for you," the girl answered, "but I didn't really believe you would come." The girl handed Zaphana a crude map. "The only way for you to get home is for you to help us. It's dangerous. You must get the magical diamond. Put it in its rightful spot. There are two identical trees on the sacred hill, and the diamond must go in the left tree. The map shows the way to the diamond and the hill. We'll all die if you don't."
Reluctantly, Zaphana nodded and signaled Tara to go. Zaphana read the map. They would have to go through the Frost Mountains to reach the diamond.
As they entered the mountain range, stalagmites popped up under Tara's feet. Tara ran and turned quickly to avoid the stalagmites. Despite her weariness, Tara continued to dodge as stalagmites appeared faster and faster. With only a few feet left to go, Tara leaped up and landed on a stalagmite but was able to stumble to safety.
After escaping Frost Mountains, Tara rested and Zaphana comforted her with gentle strokes and a sugar treat. The stalagmite was still wedged in Tara's foot. Zaphana pulled and pulled, and finally she was able to take it out.
Despite her pain Tara stood up, and Zaphana mounted. They then galloped off toward the hill of the identical trees.
When Tara stopped at the path up the hill, Zaphana saw the diamond on the ground in the middle of the path.
"This doesn't look dangerous," she said.
Just as Tara took her first step onto the path, swords flew from the trees.
"I stand -- or sit -- corrected," Zaphana whispered, "This looks more complicated than I thought. Let's do this fast, Tara, so work with me."
Tara bobbed her head and snorted.
Zaphana rode Tara onto the path. Zaphana ducked as Tara dodged the bloody swords. With just one chance, Zaphana leaned down and grabbed the diamond. Tara ran even faster as Zaphana kicked her side. Swords came at them more then ever.
After they made it through the swords, Tara stopped. Zaphana jumped down and put the diamond into the left identical tree. The sky lightened. Zaphana hadn't noticed how dark it was earlier. She was too busy finding her way here. The trees looked healthier, and animals started hopping around. The swords had disappeared.
"Thank you!" a rabbit said. "The prophecy was true. A girl and a horse would save us. You can go now through the portal that has appeared between the trees."
"Good bye," Zaphana said as she climbed on Tara's back. "Kai-up!" and off they went through the portal.
As soon as Tara landed passed the trees, Zaphana knew where she was. She signaled Tara to slow and walk home. Soon Zaphana saw her mother.
"You won't believe what happened," Zaphana yelled.

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This is a story I wrote for an eighth grade project. The overall grade was a 98% because of the stupid mountain story map thing I had to do with it. She really liked the story though, so I hope it is good.
Oh and if you have a title that you think would be good, could you tell me?

Untitled

Lise Barlow stood with a dismal expression on her face and a silver coin in her hand. She gripped the shilling and sighed at the thought of her only possession she had left. Her feet were planted in the midst of a lengthy alley that contained only putrid refuse and consuming shadows. A devastating sensation of decease and a heart-wrenching odor of decay entwined her nostrils and seeped beneath the stiff crust of skin making her quiver violently. Clothed in only old rags that were beaten to the point that they enclosed just barely her torso and patellae, she draped her arms around her bitterly cold body in hopes to conceal at least some of the warmth of her body heat she still had left. The endeavor failed miserably.
The young girl jumped abruptly at the astounding clamor coming from not too far ahead of her. She glanced in the direction of the sound’s ordinance from over her hoisted arm. The deep olive eyes examined every inch of the area before them and, to her dismay, she saw nothing more than increasing shadows in the impending darkness. She advanced a step forward but stopped for a clatter resembling something plummeting through the air and striking the paved ground. Curiosity tugged at her mind and pleaded for her to go forth and investigate. As much as she wished to slink back and run far away, the urge was too vast for her to conquer, and so she ventured toward the source of the unidentified noise.
Behind a bulky, rectangular container, where Lise was entirely convinced she had heard the noise come from, was nothing but a broken mirror that must have been disposed of days ago from the grime that accumulated on the glass and frame. She bent down and smeared some of the dust from the surface. What she saw astonished her more than one would have thought feasible: a reflection of a red headed child no more than ten years of age who wore a tattered sheet for a dress. To onlookers who passed by, though the probability of someone ambling by was diminutive, the reflection would not have caused much disturbance; this girl in the mirror had the exact appearance of the child on the outside, acted exactly like the child, but was not the child. This was a different person completely.
Lise gaped at the other girl, and the other did the same. This other girl had a strange look in her eyes that specifically said danger. Lise moved in closer and so did the other girl. Then the other ceased and drew back. Lise, in complete shock, slid back a few feet gawking at the mirrored girl. The girl in the mirror put her finger to her lips and whispered a soft, “Shh,” to Lise and Lise understood. The ground began to tremble and the mirrored girl pointed up to the sky. Lise tilted her head up and knew, before her eyes saw it, what was going to be there. A great plane bearing a black cross with a white bordering the image soared above the city. Lise closed her eyes and detained her tears. The Germans had murdered her parents only days before.
She had been away for only an hour but an hour too long. From where she was, Lise could see the fire blazing and the smoke rising. What had happened, Lise was not quite sure of until she had run towards home and stopped by a man.
“Where are you going, miss?” he asked with concern consuming him.
“My house,” Lise exclaimed. “to go see Mama and Papa!” She dashed out towards the engulfed city that she called home.
The man trapped the girl with a bear’s embrace. “You cannot go there. It has been bombed!”
Lise stared up at the strange man. Her eyes began to water. This could not be. How could the place be bombed if her mother and father were there? Reality crossed her mind. Tears flowed down her cheeks like rivers being pushed along by the wind. Her mother and father had been there.
“But Mama and Papa.” She looked miserably out at the dust and began to weep in the man’s arms. What would she do now that she had no mother and father to take care of her? Where would she go?
The man loosened his arms just slightly and before he could stop her, Lise had taken off and darted away.
Lise had run for hours until her legs buckled beneath her and she could no longer move. Instead of continuing, she sobbed there on the floor until she had cried herself to sleep. When she awoke it was murky and chilly. She huddled in a ball between a building and a trashcan and cried there for many dreadful minutes before she finally fell back asleep.
Lise had stayed in the corners of streets, buildings, and alleys for days hiding from the Germans who had caused the death of her parents. Now she was here in another alley with a strange girl in a mirror who looked exactly like she did being even more frightened than before.
The mirrored girl beckoned for Lise’s attention. “We will kill you, dear child.” The girl’s voice was hushed and jagged. Lise was at a loss of words; she desired to ask many a queries, though she was not certain if it would be smart to do so. The reflected girl gestured her hand in such a way that would be as though she were offering it to the other. Lise did not understood what she was doing.
The figure seemed to falter for only a moment. The image shook her head and answered with the same voice, “Adiѓa.” She gave Lise a minute to comprehend the question she had been yearning to ask. Then she caught her attention once more and said, “Go to sleep child; you will be your own death if you do not.” Lise nodded, compelled to do as Adiѓa told her. She snatched a rotting cloth from in one crook of the alley and came back to the mirror. She slouched down by the mirror and curled beneath her new “blanket” just to fall asleep in only minutes.

Lise awoke screaming. She had dreamed of a tall and lean figure all of black. It pursued her for hours upon hours. It was always in the shadows watching her every move. Its presence was constantly there whilst she felt the cold. The black outline frightened her more than she could remember ever being so. It would whisper to her, “We are going to get you,” in her ear and she would look for the source of the voice and find nothing. At one moment in the extensive chase, Lise caught sight of the blackened figure only this time she had a better look at it than the times before. The creature was not all black after all; there was a small insignia on its chest area. Lise could only see a smudge of white before the figure was in her face with claws coming towards her.
She had had this dream several times before when she had wept herself to sleep.
“We are going to get you next, young one,” Adiѓa’s voice chimed in Lise’s ear. The voice sounded similar to the one of the humanoid thing in her dreams. Lise twisted to where the mirror should have been but saw nothing. She scurried to her feet and fumbled to the ground soon after. She was in vortex of emotions. Where had Adiѓa and the mirror gone?
“We will not spare you.” Lise’s head snapped to the direction that the voice came from and saw nothing once more. Her heart began to beat quicker. How could there be a voice but not body? It was not possible for a voice to venture away from its shell, not even for a little while.
“Turn around little girl.”
Lise spun around immediately. She bit her lower lip as she did not see the mirror. Then she saw the window. Within the window was the reflection again; she had found Adiѓa only now she was not positive if she sought to find her at all.
“You are going to die,” Adiѓa whispered out to her.
“No!” Lise scrambled to her feet and turned away. She faced the mirror now and Adiѓa was there.
“We will kill you.”
“No!” Lise tousled herself around but only managed to stumble on her own feet. Striking the ground at her angle should have been more lethal than it had been, nevertheless, she was abnormally fortunate to only nearly twist an ankle and bruise her back just to the left of her spinal cord. The girl clutched at her ankle and gazed out into the darkness looking for anything that could reflect her. A spark trapped her eyes and pulled them towards a parcel with a portion of saran wrap over it. The newborn light hit the enclosed bundle at just the right angle to show a mirrored image of Lise’s face.
“You cannot run, child,” Adiѓa’s brisk voice shattered in her ear. Lise snapped her head to her right and, just for a moment, saw the figure from her dreams. She screamed and saw the flash of the insignia once more: a cross just as one on the German planes. She jolted upward and scampered the other way. She tried her best to ignore the voice that intruded inside her head and the images were in all the most unusual places. As she dashed away, she looked up at the sun. It sat in the middle of the horizon, where it was when the bomb fell those few desolate days ago. Her stride slowed as she thought of the fears that besieged her soul. The Germans could bomb the city she was in right at that moment and that would make what Adiѓa said come true. Nevertheless, Lise did not want to die.
She ceased running completely. There were so many threats in the world that seemingly wanted to kill her, and she did not comprehend why. What had she done to them that made them so angry with her? What had she done to deserve the torment that they bared upon her? All she understood was that she did not want to die. The only way to do that was to leave and be here when the Germans dropped another bomb or when Adiѓa and the creature from her nightmares came and got her. Her feet began to pick up the pace just a little. She slowly progressed in her speed as the minute went on. Soon, she was at a full dart once again.
Lise ran for what seemed like hours but could have very well been minutes. She swatted at the air when she heard the voice calling out to her. The voice was evil, she told herself. The voice is evil. It wanted to kill her and therefore was evil. No good thing with any humanity at all would want to kill someone for no excellent motive.
This gave her the strength to continue. She disregarded Adiѓa’s threats and pleads as though they were only whistles of the wind and nothing more than that.
After several minutes, Lise’s legs began to shake beneath the weight of the girl. She shook her head as if to tell her legs that they were not allowed to fail on her now. Her legs trudged forth but became too light to carry the rapidly increasing mass of the girl. You must keep going! She screamed inside her head. You must not give in to death!
Breathing became harder as she continued to run. A stabbing pain spread from her feet and through the rest of her body like a fast flowing poison in a stream with nothing in the way to prevent it from continuing. The aching began to paralyze every limb that made up her tiny body. Her feet could not continue like this; they would have to stop soon. By the time the throbbing made its way to her hands, the one part of her not been effected quite yet, Lise knew she was going to have to stop and rest or wait until she fell to the ground and could not move for the next few minutes. Before she had made her decision, Adiѓa called out into her head once more, distracting her. Lise tripped over her feet and they collapsed over each other. The girl tumbled down on to the floor. Her arms fumbled to the ground and tried to push herself up but she was not able to get more than a few inches of the ground. She let her arms go limp and let out a sigh. Her eyes began to swell with tears. She wiped away the water and took in a deep breath. Just rest.
Resting was difficult when all Lise could feel was unbearable, emergent agony and could hear only the voice that began to haunt her every thought. As the aching died away, a new miserable feeling came upon her; the voice and images plagued her mentality and with it came an even more excruciating pounding in her head. The words were like silver blades being jabbed into her brain, making little holes for leeches to crawl in a make a humble dwelling for themselves.
“You will not live, child. You will depart from this life, as did your parents. We will make sure of that.” Adiѓa said. Lise could see the reflection in a puddle nearby. Adiѓa smiled at her with a wicked expression.
Lise cringed back in pain. Adiѓa’s voice repeated the same phrase over and over in her mind: You will depart from this life, as did your parents. As did your parents. Lise wanted to get up and run away but she was not able. She did not want this horror to say such things around her.
Adiѓa’s voice suddenly was louder than before. She spoke and then kept speaking. She just kept talking and talking until it was hard to do anything at all; there was no interrupting this constant verbalizing.
Lise’s hands shot up and gaped at her hair as her head inclined to the heavens. She shrieked a terrifying wail that seemed to even frighten away Adiѓa and her exasperating voice. She continued to screech for an exceptionally long minute that never appeared tarnished. The screech became all the time softer until it was no more than a dying whimper.
Adiѓa’s voice started up again with an angry edge to it. She exclaimed the same things as she had before. Each sentence became louder, more edgy. Hostility grew within her, this Lise could feel. The words were livid and wanted something of payback for being ignored.
“You will die!” Adiѓa bellowed. She glared at Lise, her eyes bulging with fury. She looked as if she too could just scream. And so she did. The scream was painful to endure; it was higher pitched than any scream she had ever heard or done herself. The scream made her think of what her mother and father might have done when the bomb had dropped down on them. They must have been just as scared as she had been these last few days maybe even more. It must have been terrible to have such a thing happen to you. Lise did not want to know how it felt.
The earth began to rumble suddenly. The air became rigid and hard to breath. The world itself became sluggish and lazy. The color seemed to fade away and Lise knew not of what was happening. The skies darkened and a sullen shade blackened the city. She looked over at Adiѓa to see that she was looking up. Lise angled her head up and peered out into the dark skies. She saw nothing out of the ordinary. Her eyes surveyed more of the sky than just the part that was just above her. That was when she saw what Adiѓa had been waiting for. A plane bearing a black cross with white bordering it flew towards them.
Lise finally understood what was going to happen. She looked down at her trembling hands and noticed that at some point she had picked up her last silver shilling in the prior hours. She watched as the shilling stirred vehemently across her palm. She closed her eyes and enveloped her fingers around the coin, the last thing that had been given to her by her parents. She put her hands over her heart and took in her last breath. She could hear the wind being quickly moved by a dropping object.
There was a quick, sharp pain and the world went black.

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I really enjoy your poetry. You are incredibly talented! There's so many truly fabulous ones, that I can't say I have a favorite. I do like, however, "Ballad of Sarah Jane" and "The Perfect World." I also like "Christ the Lord" very much. Are you a Christian?

"The Ride" was very cute. It made me sort of nostalgic, because it reminded me of when I was that age, although I didn't improve to the point you were at when you wrote it until a couple of years later.

And really liked your "Untitled" piece. It was engrossing and surreal at the same time, but still had this very real feel to it. I also appreciate the combined historic element in it, which makes an otherwise surreal piece stand out so realistically in some ways.
And the first time Adiѓa said, "We will kill you, dear child." I almost got goosebumps. It was disturbing, but in a good way that I imagine a writer would aim for. As far as titles go, the first thing that came to mind was "Adiѓa" because her presence is just this screaming, psychedelic, absolutely integral one in the story, and I think she's what makes the piece so interesting.

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Thank you! I have always been told that, but I don't think I ever saw myself as one who really was that talented, which I guess is why I decided that I would finally let people read my writing. I think it is time for me to start see the world as it really is.
Am I a Christian? I was raised a Christian by two Christians who don't really go to church. My mother would go to church all the time if she wanted. My father has no interest. My brother loves church as well. I personally dislike church, though I do not dislike Christianity. I wrote that for someone in my family at some point. I cannot remember for whom or why. I am sort of unsure what I believe or what I am.

I read it again and was like "Oh dear lord, how awful is this?" And then I remembered that I was all of... ten or eleven when I wrote it and then I laughed. I guess I wasn't so bad if I was eleven right? xD

Adiѓa was my personification of how you can betray yourself with all the thoughts that are thrown to the back of your mind. I personally love the Adiѓa character and have tried to use her in other things, but I have been unable to do so well. I love the idea of naming the piece after her. I had actually never thought of that before. I just remember not being able to figure out a good title at all. Thank you.

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Definitely. I think it's just because, like most writers, you're your own worst critic. It helps to take a step back and read it like you would someone else's work.
Okay, I was wondering.

Haha, I was impressed, because I was thinking back to a piece I had done in sixth grade that was a lot worse than that. It was so bad. But yours was a cute little story, especially for someone that age. I could see it flowing really well as a picture book.

I can totally see why; I really like her too. Because at the beginning of her description, she seems very likable and harmless, but then you write about the danger her eyes suggest, and the reader kind of wonders what's going to happen. The events that come after that are just awesome, in my opinion. She definitely sounds like a fun character to write.

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I totally get that. I went through many years thinking, eh I'm only okay, I'm only okay, and then I get to sixth grade and I thought, hey, I guess I'm not too back, then it went down hill again.
That is totally fine. I am an open book. Wonder all you want.

Thank you. I am more impressed with myself now than I was about a week ago. I am feeling much better than before, which is good because being depressed REALLY sucks.
Oh, yeah it could be a picture book.

She is very fun. I wish I could write more things like that. I just am not quite up to it yet.

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Yeah. I'm the same way. It's always good to have some healthy criticism of yourself, but at the same time, you've just got to keep in mind not to be too critical.

That's good! And a big amen to that one.

Understandable. I remember having periods of a year where I just couldn't write for a year period. But then when it came back, it was like a flood of writing had come.

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I'm always way too critical.

Hopefully that feeling of feeling better will be back soon.

I guess that is what is happening now. I don't usually write so much in such a small amount of time. I mean, they aren't as good as they used to be, but still.