Racheal Miller
Hello! I’ve always had a talent for writing. I’m hoping to find ways to improve my writing skills
Racheal Miller
Hello! I’ve always had a talent for writing. I’m hoping to find ways to improve my writing skills
Hello! I’ve always had a talent for writing. I’m hoping to find ways to improve my writing skills
Hello! I’ve always had a talent for writing. I’m hoping to find ways to improve my writing skills
“Don’t walk home alone alone!” My grandmother said. “Why” I asked “The boogieman will get you” “Don’t walk home alone. Always walk in groups.” “Why?” “Because it’s harder for people to get you if you’re in a group” “Don’t walk home alone, epically at night. Wait inside until we get there?” “Why?” “Because anyone could garb you and throw you in their” “Don’t walk home alone. Make sure you keep a key between each finger.” “Why?” “Your life may depend on it.” “Don’t walk home alone. If someone is chasing you yell fire. It will get people’s attention.” “Why?” “Because people care more about “fire” then “rape or help”
She remembers that night as if it was only yesterday. Every. Single. Detail. Leah had always thought that her older sister Emily was beautiful. As a child Leah would set on Emily’s bed watching her do her hair and make up, as Leah got older Emily would always ask Leah for her input. Leah had always told her that she looked gorgeous. That night, she had a date with Ethan Long, the high school quarterback and total dreamboat. Of course he fell in love with Emily. She was kind, funny and smart. When she left the house, she had promised Leah that they would stay up and binge watch all their favorite movies as they did every year for their birthday. Although Emily was four years older then Leah, there birthdays fell on the same date, September 12. Leah had hugged her sister and told her that she loved her. Later that night there was a knock at the door. Emily probably just forgot her keys. As Leah opened the door she was met by two solemn looking policemen. The news that Emily and Ethan were hit head on by a drunk driver and they were killed instantly. Grief wrapped around her heart like thorns. Leah had begun to scream and cry. There was a mistake. There was no way that Emily, whom she’d just seen an hour ago and her boyfriend was dead. Emily promised she had cried to herself. Leah was now twenty one. Most days, Leah genuinely enjoyed life. She promised she would live for Emily. Some days, the grief she felt wrapped around her heart like chicken wire. The more Leah tried to tug it off, the more painful it became. Today was one of those days. Leah sat on her bed hugging her knees to her chest and sobbed uncontrollably. Leah still kept their birthday movie tradition alive, despite Leah not actually celebrating her birthday. Leah would often visit her sisters grave. Sometimes talking for hours, keeping Emily updated about her life. Other days she’d simply set in silence, tears streaming down her face. Today was a bad day. One bad day cannot overcome the good days too come. That’s what Emily had always told her. Leah was slowly realizing the truth of the statement.
Ser Garrison St. Lager (just Gary, if you please.) had seen many a battle. As both a knight of the order and general commander for the kings army. As one would expect, he has quite a few battle scars scattered across his skin. He didn’t mind the scars. The stares and whispers of strangers he could do without. Still, he has grown used to it over the years. Now, nearly in his sixties and officially retired, he spends much of his time at the University or the training camp as a sort of coach for the children who are ready to enter the workforce. Today, he was a guest speaker for the latest graduates from the University as tomorrow they would choose their jobs. As usual, the chattering immediately stopped when he entered the small classroom. Unfazed by the stares, he began. “My name is Garrison St. Lager. Ex knight and general commander of the kings army. I am here today to answer questions and provide guidance for you as you choose your jobs tomorrow.” Gary said in, what his troops would say, his commander voice. “How’d you get that scar across your eye?” Asked a young boy. “Very direct aren’t we?” Gary said with a mischievous look. “Well if you want to know, I revived this scar in galahar. When I defeated the hag witch queen and freed the town from her evil curse.” “Do you ever regret any of it?” A girl with bright red hair asked. “Never. I may have gained a few scars but I saved many innocent life’s. One is captain of the guard, one is an extremely accomplished mage. One of them is also my wife.” Gary said with a smile remembering the day with fondness. “What does it mean to be a knight?” “To me it means courage,honor and integrity. It’s not about being the strongest or the fastest or the smartest. It’s looking down fear in the face, being terrified but standing for what’s good and right. Every knight in the order is prepared to lay down their lives to protect the innocent.” Gary finished. The rest of the evening passed as expected. Then, headed home for dinner.
The old gothic, victorian style house at the end of the street has been boarded up for as long as Lindsey could remember. She walked by it everyday. Although she had her own little apartment, and despite the rumors that the house was haunted, she had always loved that old house. Most children and teens would often dare their friends and siblings to stay in the house overnight. Lindsey has never been inside, at least not until today. She saw the notice that the house was to be torn down. She just couldn’t let it go without seeing the inside. The large unkempt hedges shielded her from view. Once inside she thought the house seemed abnormally cool Especially for this time of year. Once inside she looked around large living room. Their wasn’t much there, just an old grandfather clock, and a portrait of a lady who appeared to at least been in her sixties. She passed by a few sitting rooms. Once had a chess board with a game in progress. The other had the most beautiful tea set she had ever seen. Almost an half hour later she makes her way to the last room. The master bedroom. This room felt different. It felt peaceful. As she walked to the large vanity, she saw a little jewelry box. First there was a necklace. The pendant was a very familiar symbol. She believed it was on a birthday card her estranged grandmother sent her shortly before she passed. Secondly there was a note. My dear Lindsey, Firstly I do apologize. I was unable to be in your life much. I was threatened by your father and uncle to stay away. I have always kept an eye on you in secret. I wasn’t not, nor have I ever been, a witch or a demon that some claim me to be. God choose to share his wisdom with me because I simply chose to listen. Under this note, is the deed and key to the house. It is yours. Until we meet again, warm regards Grandma Sorensen Lindsey couldn’t believe it. It was like in all those books she reads. The house belonged to her Grandmother and now it’s hers. She’d often thought about buying the old house but she couldn’t afford it. Lindsey hurriedly walked down the hall and back to the living room. She had a lot to do after all if she wanted to save the house. This time she left out the front door. “Thank you grandma!” Lindsey called over her shoulder. As she walked down the driveway she could have sworn she heard a faint whistle or perhaps a whisper. “Your welcome”