New Short Story!!!

I want to take this time to sincerely apologize for my shocking lack of posts for the last, oh, 2 months!!! I'll try and do better, I promise!!! =] Here is a short story I'm working on, just for a bit of fun. Trust me, it's nothing fancy, but nonetheless, I'm having a lot of fun writing it!!! =)

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Frantically, I searched my pockets, but to no avail. Dashing over to my knapsack which I had unceremoniously dumped onto the front doorstep after exiting the school bus, I rifled through its contents, tossing notebooks, old candy wrappers, pencils, and scrap paper onto the grass beside me. Finally, thumping onto the ground in despair, I had to accept the unhappy truth: the key was not to be found. I was stuck outside, the house securely locked and bolted. Muttering under my breath, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed my father’s office number.
“Hello,” said the perky voice of my father’s secretary, “This is Dr. Muller’s office, how may I assist you?”
“Hi July, this is Caddie. Can I talk to my dad please? It’s important.” I closed my eyes in silent prayer. Please do not let him be in a business meeting, please do not let him be in a business meeting, I thought.
“Oh, I’m sorry Caddie, he’s in an important meeting right now and can’t be disturbed. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Just tell him I called, ok? Bye,” I grumbled, frustration permeating through my body. Of course he’s in an important meeting, I thought, he always is.

With a sigh, I dialed my mother’s cell phone number. She was away on a business trip in Tokyo for the week, and I knew there wasn’t much point in calling her, but nevertheless, it was with relief that I heard her voice when she answered the phone.
“Hi Mom! I’m so glad I reached you!”
“Honey! How are you darling? Is anything the matter?”
“Oh, nothing serious…I’m locked out of the house though, and dad’s in an ‘important business meeting and must not be disturbed.’” I said, mimicking July’s high, girlish voice nearly to perfection.
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Knowing you’re father, he probably won’t get back to you for at least a few hours. Well, in the meantime, I think the best thing for you to do would be to go to Mrs. Perkins’ house and spend the afternoon with her.”
“Muh-om,” I exclaimed, “I can’t go to Mrs. Perkins!”
“Caddie, don’t be silly. Mrs. Perkins is a perfectly lovely old lady.”
“I hate Mrs. Perkins! She’s so old and crotchety, mom!”
“Caddie!” My mother’s voice was shocked. “You shouldn’t speak of her like that! She’s your elder and deserves your respect and consideration. And frankly, honey, I don’t think there is much else you can do, unless you want to sit on the doorstep and wait until your father gets home, which will probably not be for hours.”
“Maybe I will,” I cried, scowling. “Anyway, what’s it to you, you and dad don’t care what I do. You’re never around when I need you!” Angrily, I slammed the cell phone shut and shoved it into my pocket.

Immediately I felt sorry for the way I’d acted, knowing I had hurt my mother by what I’d said. I tried to assuage the guilt I felt growing in my chest by enumerating the times my dad hadn’t shown up for my recital or my mom had arrived half an hour later to pick me up from soccer practice. When that didn’t work, I thrust my hands into my jean pockets and kicked a few stones that were scattered about on the driveway. Brushing my bangs away from my face, I slammed my bag down onto the doorstep and slumped down beside it, pulling out my iPod and plugging the headphones into my ears.

For a while I just sat there, listening to some loud music which seemed to coincide with my dark mood. I can do this, I thought glumly. I’ll just chill out here till my dad comes home…I tried not to think about the fact that it might be hours until my father’s meeting ended, and even longer till he finally came home. I think that even if my father hadn’t gotten home till midnight or later, I would have stuck to my resolve and remained on those steps the entire afternoon, if it hadn’t started raining at that moment. Although at the time I curst the quickly falling raindrops vehemently, now, I thank heaven for sending them plip-plopping onto my head that memorable afternoon.

To be continued . . .

Hey Guys!

Hey Guys, I've started a few stories, so, I'll start posting one or two of them soon! I can't wait to get back posting here! Yay! Catch you later...

My story

Chapter one

In the city of Nijmegen Anatolius captain of the small SPQR company walked along the outer north wall wondering when his patrol would end surely it would be soon, It was windy and he was getting cold, why do I always have to do the early morning watch he thought to himself, guessing that there were probably about four hours left until sunrise and having already stood there for about five hours he was a little tired. He heard footsteps on the stairs that lead to the top of the wall where he was standing finally Claudius was there to take his turn at the watch Anatolius turned around as Claudius reached the top of the stairs,
“You’re needed at the west wall” Claudius says
“Now?” Asked Anatolius
“Yes” Clodius answered
“Okay, are you taking watch here ?”
“Who else?”
“Alright” The young captain was only getting onto the stairs when the whistle of an arrow came from the direction of the woods and Claudius fell off the inner side of the wall down beside the bottom of the stairs Anatolius Leaped to the ground inside the fort pulled his horn of his belt and blew it for 4 counts then strung his bow and knocked an arrow into place. Crouching he moved toward Claudius and felt for a pulse As three more SPQR archers moved toward him, Claudius was dead.
Four more SPQR Archers ran past Anatolius and up onto the wall one of whom was Anatolius’ good friend Dioges, Dioges knocked an arrow as the three archers beside Anatolius lifted Claudius and left toward the center of the city two carrying Claudius and the other one covering fire (arrows were flying everywhere).Anatolius climbed the wall and spotted a frank who as hiding behind a tree he loosed his arrow and hit the frank in the side. The high officer Egnatius was suddenly at Anatolius’ side,
“Listen if I don’t make it through this battle than you become the high officer, I hope you are ready “
Anatolius nods as an arrow flew past his head
“Good” Egnatius said loosing an arrow and quickly knocking another. One of the archers beside Dioges fell forward off the wall,an arrow in his waist and landed outside the fort into the spiked moat screaming, but he stopped as suddenly as he started, Anatolius knew this was one of Egnatius’ nephews. Anatolius knocked an Arrow just as another one flew toward him for the second time, he ducked and spotting the culprit,loosed his arrow hitting the frank in the throat, the frank fell down knocking another soldier into view, Dioges hit him with an arrow in the forehead. Egnatius loosed an arrow severing a franks arm as two more of the SPQR archers fell. Than the Ram came, “They are going to try and breach the gate!” shouted Egnatius “Get the Lancearii to the gate” (Spear armed mail clad field Infantry), as the inner portcullis opened and fifteen Lancearii came out Anatolius ran toward one of the archer towers, climbed the ladder and moved toward the arrow slits and knocked another arrow “Hit the infantry holding the ram!” Anatolius heard Egnatius yelling orders below. Suddenly the whole area became very light, the torches had finally been lit.

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What Next?

Haha, I guess it's time I start up another story to post here huh? Don't worry, I'll come up with SOMETHING by tomorrow! Guarantee! Haha!
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The Very Last Chapter

Well guys, this is it. The last chapter. (Sniff sniff). I've had a lot of fun writing and posting this story. I hope you guys had as much fun reading it as I did writing it! Here's the last chapter. Enjoy mateys! And please tell what you think of the whole thing!


Chapter 34
Every day Sarah went down to the docks, hoping to see the Ransom. But it was never there. Sarah would stand on the very edge of the wooden planks, looking out into the sea, the wind would blow her golden hair about her face, and she would stand waiting, waiting, and waiting for the ship's tall masts to appear. But they never did.

The Ransom did not come that whole spring, but still Sarah waited. It did not come that summer either. Neither did the ship come that autumn, but Sarah still hoped and waited. It did not come when the snow started to fall. Sarah began to worry.

Had Jamison been killed? Had he fallen in love with another girl? Had he been enslaved by another crew of pirates? Or had he changed his mind, and decided not to come after all?

But still, Sarah waited. Though now, every night she cried herself to sleep, and nothing brought her joy.

It was a dark and gloomy night. Sarah went to Gilenger's tavern, for there was nothing else to do. She sat at a table by herself, watching and listening to the merry crowd.

Now and then the doors would burst open, and there were cheers and greetings all around as the newcomers joined the rowdy gathering.

Sarah watched with a lump in throat and she fought back tears. She'd do anything, oh anything, to have Jamison here.

The crowd grew louder, and somebody started a dance. Sarah refused to join the merry couples, but watched them, and listened to the music. The song was sad and sweet, then a lady started to sing.

"My sweet-heart rides a ship at sea..." she sang. Sarah held her head in her hands. "Where might my lonesome lover be?"

Then, the door burst open, letting in a rush of freezing cold air.

A tall young man marched into the room. There was no doubt he was a sailor, a very rough sailor, in fact, he looked like a pirate.

The crowd all stopped and stood still and stared. Hadn't they all seen him somewhere before?

Sarah jumped up from the table, and flung her arms around him. "Jamie!"

They hugged each other tightly, not noticing anything but each other.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to get here." apologized Jamison "But there was a lot of work for me to do." He kissed Sarah, and Sarah clung onto him crying tears of joy.

The crowd, which had become very quiet, looked upon the young couple. Sarah and "her sailor".

"Awww!" whispered an old lady "Aren't they sweet?"

That evening went from sad to joyful, very fast. Jamison ordered a mug of beer, this time he paid the full price, and he and Sarah picked up like they had never been apart.

"Leave them be." said a Mother to young daughter, who was about to dash over and listen in "Give them sometime to themselves. Goodness knows they deserve it."

Sarah was lost in her own little world. There was just her and Jamison.

"The crew all sends their greetings to you." said Jamison "They all, especially Johnny, wanted to tag along, but I thought they might kind of...annoying."

Sarah laughed.

"So, we're all done being pirates." said Jamison grinning

"You are?"

"Aye. We're a shipping company now. A much...cleaner trade, if you ask me."

The two didn't notice the quickly flying time, and then, to their surprise, the clock struck midnight.

"Goodness! Tis' that late?" asked Sarah

Jamison nodded. "I guess I should head back to the ship."

"How long will you be in town?" asked Sarah

"Long enough to get married and meet your folks." said Jamison grinning.

Sarah nodded. "Well, I suppose I should be going home." she stood up and was about to go to the door, but in two steps Jamison beat her to it. He swung it open and held it for her. "May I see you home, miss?" he asked sweeping a bow.

"Of course, you can, good sir." she said, then she giggled, "So long as you don't take me for a walk around the harbor!"

~*~*AFTERWARD~*~*

Jamison Dread and Sarah Smithins were married in one week's time.

The town of Albandale and the whole Ransom's crew were present for it.

"So, where do you want to go next?" asked Jamison that evening when they boarded the Ransom, as he scooped her up in his arms.

"Oh, I don't know..." said Sarah "The Bahamas, maybe."

"Very well, lass!" said Jamison, and he turned to Johnny "Set sail to the Bahamas immediately."

"Aye, aye, Captain Jamie!"

Together, Jamison and Sarah stood in the bow, looking over the railing into the setting sun.

"Tis' a dream come true." said Sarah "I'm finally back aboard this ship, it's where I belong, with you."

"And you'll never have to leave, ever." he paused "You, Sarah are the best thing I ever stole." Said Jamison, giving her a wicked grin.

Sarah laughed and shook her long blond curls. "And you, Jamison Dread, are the best thing that ever happened to me. Even though, in the beginning it was a little rough. Well, alright, very rough." she giggled "Jamison, just what kind of slaver are you? Falling in love with your slaves?"

He just laughed and shook his head, "Well what kind of girl falls in love with her kidnapper?"

And the new couple leaned over the railing, thinking back on their old adventures, and wondering what was yet to come.

~*~*THE END!!!~*~*

Here is more

"Now I should give you some money. Here," she said, taking money out of her pocket.

"Thank you. But, really, I don't think I deserve it. You remember that." William said.

"Oh, I think you do!" she cried.

"How so?"

"You saved my life. And, you're the best shepherd boy ever!" she replied.

"Really, I am not."

"You think that. But I sall always know it is true." she said with her arms on William's shoulders. He, then, couldn't say anything. He loved Bell's attention.

Bell sighed and said, "I better be going home now. Good-bye!"

"That's fine. Good-bye!" he said. Bell kissed him quickly then ran away. William blushed.

Then the next day, before Bell could even rush out the door, her mother said, "Dear, I don't want you to go visit William yet. I invited the other princesses over."

"Oh, mother! Well, alright." replied Bell sadly. Mother smiled. She loved breaking visits between Bell and William.

Bell sat in the parlor, waiting for the princesses to arrive.

At last they came at 10:00. She jumped up up from the couch and opened the door. First came the eldest, Paulina. Then came the young one, Rose.

"Is this Isabelle? What a dirty young creature she is!" said Paulina snoootily

"Oh, no, Isabelle is very pretty!" Rose had said before Bell could say anything.

Bell did not want to comment on what Paulina had said but on what Rose had said. "Why, thank you, Rose." she said with a curtesy.

Rose had made quite an accomplishment on saying that Bell was very pretty, and said no more. She was very shy.

"How old are you, Rose? It's been a long time since I've seen you." Bell said kindly. Rose did not answer. She was too shy.

"She is 8 years old. I am suprised that you do not know." barged in Paulina.

"Oh, I am sorry. I have not been counting the years since I've seen you."

"It is nothing at all, Isabelle." Rose mumbled.