This is another paragraph I wrote. I based it off of an Irish song I really like. I put some of the lyrics in it, so just to let you know, some of the writing is from the song and is not my own. Also, I said in the paragraph 'an Irish blessing.' I really don't know if it is or not. I just thought it fit well with the storyline. Hope you enjoy it!!
I stood on a high cliff. A cliff that looked over the Irish sea. I stood staring across the endless waters; searching. Searching for a ship I knew would never return. But I searched anyway. Somewhere deep inside me told me that he may yet be alive, and this would be the day of his return. Day after day I watched and waited. It had been months since my brother’s departure. He had left on a quest to find knew lands. “There’s a dream that will not sleep, Liza,” he told me the day he left. His eyes gazing down at me with a plea to understand. “A burning hope that will not die. So I must go now with the winds, and leave you waiting on the tide.” I looked down at the ground, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. “I will return. I promise,” I looked back up and smiled slightly. “Then go,” I told him kindly. “and live your dream. One song, one star burning bright. Let it carry you through darkest night. ” “One song, one star burning bright. Let it carry me through darkest night.” My brother echoed and smiled back. An Irish blessing. He looked across the sea and on the ship that stood waiting for him as he finish it. “Time to fly, time to touch the sky, one bright star in the evening sky, it’s light leads me on me way.” My response was silence. He looked back at me with a sigh. “I’m going to miss you.” He said. “Do you have to go, Will?” I asked. “Yes, Liza. I feel my heart is drawn to the sea. It’s my destiny,” “But how do you know?!” “I just do,” he told me and took hold of my two hands, “Please understand." I nodded. “Come here,” he let go of my hands and held out his arms to me. I fell into them in a sisterly hug. “Goodbye my sister, goodbye,” “Goodbye, Will.” I whispered. The tears streamed down my face and I buried my face in his shoulder. “When the time has come to fly,” I said. “Listen and hear the song that I sing to you.” When the light began to fade, and the shadows fell across the sea, he left me. Rain came over the gray hills, and on the air a soft goodbye. I buried my face in my hands, and let the tears flow through them. Shaking with each sob as I remembered this painful memory. “Come home,” I whispered. “Why, oh why did you have to leave?” The wind gently stirred the grass, and blew my hair into the air. Then suddenly, somewhere in the breezy air, I heard a soft goodbye.
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Hello everyone! This is my first post, and I will be posting a short paragraph I wrote last winter. This is not my book that I am writing, just part of a short story. Hope you enjoy!
I pushed my horse into a fast gallop as the first raindrops splashed softly down on the dry grass of the field. I glanced up at the blackened sky, and pushed the horse even further; trying in vain to reach the other end of the long field before the storm hit. The rain soon started to pour on me, soaking me instantly. The wind blew my hair across my face, making it hard for me to see the way. Swords of lightning split through the sky, and a moment later thunder followed. I felt my horse flinch underneath me as the sky light up with more lightning. The thunder crashed above me louder than I've ever heard, and I fought desperately to keep my horse under control, but to no avail. He shot forward at his highest speed. I ducked down and held on to his neck tightly. Turning my head I looked behind me at the sky, to see a bolt of lightning break the angry clouds, and traveled halfway down to the sky. My eyes widened, and I felt my own fear rising within me. I turned my gaze back on our course to see that we were almost to the forest, at the far end of the field. The sky was now as dark as night, and the rain poured all the harder. I could just vaguely see the outcroppings of the large trees, as my horse sped toward them. It seemed like a moment later, when the horse practically flew into the forest. He ran a great distance in the wood, until he finally slowed to a steady canter. When he slowed even further, I let go, and slid down his back. The horse let out a quiet neigh, and turned around. He was much more calm now. I leaned against a tree, soaked, but thankful to be safe. |
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