A Strength of a Woman

Needs A Title

I found this writing where it has to be written back in 2006? I know it is NOT perfect, but I thought I'd post it here just because... mostly because I'm bored and wanted to do something fun with this website.

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'Chapter 1'

Wandering aimlessly, she explored the unfamiliar landscape. Strange noises were heard. The light are dim, the sun hidden behind the thick clouds. Her long hair became heavy from the rain. She blinked many times as she tried to see her blurry environment. The air are thick with strange odor. She forced herself to swallow bales several times. She then knew where she was. The Land of the Dead. People died in the area--people who fought endless battles. Countless number of people suffered and died in the cursed land. There she wandered with a serious task in mind. It was a great risk she's willing to take. People marveled and feared for her. Some said she's a witch. Some said she's a fool. Land of the Dead--none ever returned alive. Anyone who enter shall join the dead.

Wearing a dark green hooded cloak, he watched the crowd from the corner of the bar. His sensitive ears heard many rumors. But one seem to caught his attention: [needs a name]. A name who whispered with respect or fear--as if a person are either a curse or a famous Queen.

"She is a great fool to enter the Land of the Dead. She will bring curse on us. We should have killed her. Better off dead here than there!" a man muttered between spits.

"She goes there because she's heartbroken. She was in love with someone. Now she does not care about life and wants to be dead," a heavy-boned woman claimed while cleaning a table nearby.

"She is a shy secret servant to our King. A deadly quest. What is it for? I know not!" grunted the old man.

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Because few people asked me to try continue this story so this is 'chapter two'. I am not satisfied with it because I realized that I needed to add more details into the story about the Land of the Dead. What was so dangerous about it? What was it that makes people dare not cross the place? Gah!

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'Chapter 2'

He tightened the dark green cloak around his chin as he marched through the rain. He was carrying a baggage sling across his chest, with a thick belt carrying a sword and dagger. “She’ll never survive alone,” he muttered to himself. Down through the wasteland, he carefully hiked, searching for signs of life. He found it after two days of hiking. It was a terrible place to be. The sleep was hard due to endless nightmares, of inexperienced battles and wars, of pain and death. The air so heavily damp and it rank with foul taste of dying souls. He was greatly relief when he found her. Eager to be done with and get out of the unpleasant place, he approached to her carefully, and spoke her name.

She turned toward him, with calm expression. “Why do you come?” she spoke quietly with a hint of threat. Before he could answer, “I do not need your help. It is for me be to be alone, my own duty and life and pledge. It is for me to have it done myself, for myself alone. It is something only a willing soul can make it happen. I do not need your help. Your help will interfere my quest. Please leave or I will kill you.” She glared at him with strong warning expression on her face, then turns away to resume her journey.

He allow her to walk several feet away before he began to follow her, unwilling to be pushed away. He nearly stumbled through a hole, which could have break his ankle. He cursed himself for being clumsy. He shifted his concentration to watch where he’s going while keeping the distance in between, rather than lull by her unexpected appearance. A strong looking woman of full figured, walking as if she lived in this area everyday, with extremely attractive face. He became puzzled with what he had heard of her. A shy secret servant to the King? Unlikely. Surely a King would wanted an attractive woman to be his, a wife or a concubine. Why a servant instead?

He mulled over with what he learned of her from collections of people he came across. Heartbroken and no long want to live. Secret quest given by the King. A beautiful disgrace. A witch. Not enough information. Most looked at him as if he was out of his mind for saying her name. Most seemed to be relief to learn that she was out of the city into the Land of the Dead. “She deserved it,” some muttered.

He glanced at the sky and the dull sun, calculated that it was soon dinnertime. Judging by the direction she’s leading, they should be out of the ungodly place by next day, if that was where she was actually heading to. There was a small town, at the edge of the river, running downstream into the wasteland. He knew a thing or two about it and hope to buy two horses for easier and faster transportation, to wherever she’s heading to. He hoped to learn it from her, secret or not.

Some hours later as the day darken into night, the land became eerily alive. Movements often caught by the corner of the eye, but never manage to spot what it really was. Sounds seems to deafening at each hour as they march onward along the pathless land. Now and then there were voices whispering of death and pain, vivid detail of the battle of hate and pride.

My Age

13 days left till my 26th birthday. I am not sure if I should be looking forward to it or not. I know it wouldn't make much difference. We're all growing older day by day. Time is eternal: past, present, future. Ever changing horizon of life, for the better or for worse.

I wondered if I am becoming too obsessed of myself and of my issues? Should I just forget myself and go to work, without giving myself time to heal or put the broken heart together? "Time will heal" people would say. Would keeping myself busy and thinking less of myself would help me heal at all? What do I need to do exactly to be able to be happy again and not be so fearful of myself?

I merely wanted something I can find balance with myself and someone else, sharing the life together, so I can think of myself and my partner, giving better purpose and motivation to live for in my life. I guess that's why I liked being married.... I still hated being single. Though a thought in mind says the Lord can become my partnership in my life.... But it's not the same.

Work

I had one cocker yesterday. She was badly flea-infected. She had a long bath, using three different products in effort to kill of the fleas. The cocker is seven years old, missing some teeth, where her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. She is overweight, which makes grooming somewhat difficult. Overall, she is a sweetie.

I groomed two cockers today. There were suppose to be three dogs scheduled for me, but one was canceled. They're both overweight, and groomed in similar style, except one include clean feet, due to allergies. One was fairly easy and quick to groom because she didn't have much hair to shave off. It was more like a trim down. The other, he was too big and lazy, so I decided to just groom him on the floor. He laid there on the side most of the time, letting me flip him over at times for me to work on both sides.

deviantART

I've written and posted a lot of things on the websites lately. It is not in this blog because it is more about my job, with little information about my life. I've done a lot of writings--poetry--where I posted them into a website called deviantART. Feel free to read my works and you'll noticed mood swings, and you can learn a lot from me, of what I've been through and such with life. I'm human and so are you. We each have a life, in varies of degrees and situations. Enjoy!

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Here's a brief stats of my works: daystarnite has 223 pageviews total and her 45 deviations were viewed 447 times. Her most viewed deviation is Grandma with 36 views. Here are the two examples of my poems from deviantart.

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Hallway in School
Long hollow building
empty and quiet
lockers stands in single file
bold and blue
ringing bell breaks the silent
lockers became rocket noise
along with voices echoing
faces beamed, faces darken
hands reached out, hands in pockets
friends and enemies walked about

Sunbeam
Light dancing from the sky
to the carpet
Dust dancing under the light
among the wind
Warmth swims along
the beam, warming
Up the room, cozy and nice
A furry thing lay in the beam,
purring--softly with delight.

Oh Brother

Oh dear, I just realized that I rarely updated this blog. I've been busy with many different sites. Anyhow, the new dog grooming place called Star City's Bark Ave. (cute/interesting name isn't it?) It is about 35 minutes drive from Huish's home. Though it is not far from colleges and single's ward. Perhaps after saving enough money or if I could earn up a reasonable amount each month from Star City's Bark Ave, I could move into an apartment in that area so I can attend to school and single's ward?? Just a thought.

Allow me to copy and paste what I've written in the email about my work...

Friday: I've only had two dogs; cocker spaniels. They took me a while to groom. Not that they're hard to handle, they are to be groomed somewhat differently. I use attachment comb (to cut at longer length) on their legs. I like it but at times I dislike it because it is easy to get caught/stuck and sometimes I had to go over it few times to make sure it got it all out evenly. I worked from 9 am to 3:30 ish. I crashed to sleep at 8 pm--couldn't stay awake any longer.

Saturday: I had another two dogs: gray small poodle and black small lab-mix. I worked from 9 am to 12;30 ish. The poodle are to be shaved and have clean face and feet. It had some matted on it's ear so it end up with really short ear cut which I couldn't make it look good. Silly fur ball. I thought that black lab-mix was just a bath & brush, but it's to be shaved. It wasn't difficult because she's an old dog. Except she doesn't like me touching her butt and tail.