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By Eithne (Eithne) on Friday, April 05, 2002 - 02:50 pm
Hey all, I haven't abandoned ship! I have the flu. I'll post soon! I'm going back to bed now, but I expect to see everyone elses lame excuss posted as soon as I return!:-) |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on Sunday, April 07, 2002 - 08:12 pm
Ok, here it is, germs and all. I'm sure I've missed tons of evil adverbs and adjectives but I can't look at this anymore! The couple lounged next to the stream that flows along the base of Slíabh Síomha soaking up the afternoon sun and admiring each other. Finnéadan was entranced with this woman like no other he had known and felt in his heart that they would be married. They�d spent the day walking his land and had ended up here by the stream on the edge of the wood. He hadn�t been to this place since he was a boy and even then, not often. Most of the land around Dún Morághea had been cleared for pasture, but this strip of wood had always been left alone for fear of the faerie, a blessing for the lovers, as it gave them privacy that was hard to come by. Gold shone through the trees and lit Mairéad�s hair like flames. Blue bells sprung from the grass all around her, surrounding her with the scent of spring and framing her beauty in violet. Earlier he�d almost picked some for her, but remembered in time that picking anything here was forbidden. He�d never picked flowers for a woman before, the women had always come easily to him, and they never needed flowers to come to his bed. Mairéad, of course was different, he wanted to give her everything, and he finally understood why countless poems were written about love. As he gazed at her she leaned back on one elbow in the grass, her knees bent exposing thighs, her blouse falling open and off her shoulder, to show him a glimpse of her breasts. She gave him a look he knew well, and the pulse of excitement was almost overwhelming. He answered her beckon, but no sooner did their lips meet then they heard voices over in the nearby field. They both grew silent to listen, hands wandering over each other�s bodies�, the fear of being discovered only adding to their excitement, but the voices were approaching�farmers�a whistle�they had dogs. �My brothers�, Finnéadan whispered. Mairéad rose to her feet, winked at him and ran into the woods. He knew just where she was headed. Earlier, they�d discovered a clearing in the woods with an ancient ring-fort and mounds, a place he had never seen before. There was no reason for his brothers to venture into the woods and the dogs never crossed the stream on their own. They wouldn�t be bothered there. Mairéad had gotten ahead of him, her bare feet proving tougher then his, but the clearing wasn�t far. He wondered who might have made the path he followed, as his family avoided these woods and the herds never ventured in. He wondered if his brothers had been up to the same sort of mischief here themselves. He lost sight of Mairéad and was thinking he should have reached the clearing by now, when he recognized a boulder next to a holly tree that he�d passed minutes before. He called out to Mairéad but the only answer was a rustle in the bushes. He approached the sound, but instead of Mairéad a buck came out to meet him and stood blocking the trail. The buck�s eyes met his and it lowered its head and flared its nostrils in confrontation. Finnéadan backed away slowly, knowing that the path just led in circles anyway, and soon found himself back at the creek. He put on his shoes and searched for Mairéad and the clearing for the rest of the day, but he found neither. The following day a search party of men from Dún Morághea was organized with horses and dogs. They searched the entire area and the surrounding mountains but found no trace besides Mairéad�s shoes and sweater where she�d left them by the creek. Three days later Finnéadan found a note weighted down with a rock on his doorstep. |
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By KateC (Katec) on Tuesday, April 09, 2002 - 12:54 pm
I love the eerie, mythical quality here. I like the part about remembering just in time that picking anything was forbidden. I really want to know what was in the note. Will it start him off on a journey full of weird adventures? |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on
Tuesday, April 09, 2002 - 02:49 pm
The note was my repeated meter piece in the last exercise. |
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By Vince (Vince) on
Wednesday, April 10, 2002 - 09:37 pm
I tried to come up with a solid, effective use of color in this assaignment and never found anything I liked. Your solution is simple and doesn't call attention to itself. Thanks |
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By Sarah (Sarah)
on Thursday, April 11, 2002 -
11:48 am
If I didn't know the outcome, I'd say it was creepy... but instead... so sad! I loved your description of Mairead. Very beautiful and sexy. Now I want to lie in blue bells! Though I'd rather not be entranced to spend eternity in a disappearing ancient ring-fort... I really liked how you let us know that the place they'd found earlier had disappeared, without using the word "disappeared." Will there be more to the story? |
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