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[thoris_dejah]

Is somebody interested to read a little part from my short fantasy story?









Seshet

 

[peachy]

yes please when are you going to post it?
...peachy

 

[imported_Sandman]

Would very much like to:rolly2:

 

[thoris_dejah]

my writing

'Transylvania's countryside call up the pagan world of the origin,not entirely vanished,but surviving cautiously.'
PART ONE
The wedding dress
Big eyes, green like two deep mountain lakes,were looking at her with a mute prayer.The women tossed about restless in her bed...
-Mother,mother,please... The voice of the girl,troubled the woman deeply in her heart.'Her daughter,o Lord,needed her help.' Pale,with the eyes surrounded by dark circles,the girl seemed defenseless,somewhere in the midst of the darkness.A wave of air began to stir up the darkness,to mix it up...The fragile silhouette of the girl began to tear away her garments.The women wanted to call her,but she felt she had no voice.The whisper of the young lady was heard once more,softly,like an opinion:-Mother,mother,the white dress,the wedding dress...
A gentle breath of wind touched the forehead of the restless dreaming woman and caused her cold shiver.After a quick breath,she opened her eyes.The darkness of the night had not yet passed.A big moon that seemed to be hanged up above the neighbouring hill,was sending its silvery rays through the window.The geranium flowers in the flower-pots on the window frame,were taking part in the cold brightness of the moon.The pendulous clock stroke four times with a deep sound of bronze.On the fence,a cock was in harmony with it in a high voice.In this way with its profile on the huge round moon,it seemed to be like a weathercock upon a certain churchtower.
The woman jumped out of bed and staggered towards the east wall,where was in a pale light the icon of the Lord's Mother with the baby Jesus on Her arms.She fell on her knees,crossing herself many times and said a prayer passionately,from the bottom of her heart.
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The morning found her at the window,looking with eyes that could not see,at the sunrise and at the nature that was waking up to life.
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[imported_Sandman]

Boy, Thoris_dejah, that sure is visual. It's good. Makes me curious about the rest of the story.

 

[thoris_dejah]

my writing-another fragment

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PART TWO

The old woman was mumbling certain unitelligible words throwing from time to time grains of incense into the fire of the hearth.A cat creeped next to her cautiously and then jumped like a dark lightening, on the left shoulder of the old woman.Her eyes were brilliant like two burning coals, lighted by the brightness of the flames they were reflecting.A thin hand with fingers deformed by arthritis,stretched to the woman that was sitting nearby, on a little chair with three legs. The voice of the old woman creaked stridently;
-You woman,give your present!
The woman throbbed scared and stretched her hand.In her palm were sheltered, small and golden, a pair of ear rings.With a large motion, the old witch threw them in the glowing hearth of burnt clay.The whole hut vibrated and qoaked in all its joints, as if it was caught, suddenly, in the midst of a storm.The figure of the old woman raised suddenly on the wall projected by the animated trembling flames.The woman restrained herself from shouting.The unpleasant voice of the vilage witch got insinuated in the room.
-You neglected the custom of the place. You did not bury your virgin-daughter in a wedding dress as a bride.There, in the space between worlds, she is tormenting herself, not being able to go further.
-What shall I do now?-said the woman crying. What else can I do?-said she sobbing.
-You take a wedding dress for a bride and ask the relatives of a dead to let you put it into the coffin. That will be enough.