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- Downtime
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- Qyreia Arronen opted out of publishing her submission.
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- Atonement.pdf
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- Downtime
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“The Great Jedi War is finally over!” ”What a great victory for my Clan” Zeline Nemesis thought.Of course it was a great team work and needed a lot of effort from everybody within the Odan-Urr!!! She could still remember her Master’s words in her ears to become better and better,otherwise victory won’t come. But after so much fighting and mental effort a good time off to rest her body and her soul was exactly what she needed.. “Maybe a little bit of time to sacrifice in meditation isn’t a bad thing for recovery” another voice inside her mind said.And while she was making plans about her life and how to spend her time off,all sudden everything changed…She definitely needed vacation to get away from her issues after the War,you can only imagine how bad she would need vacation afterwards since her “demons” returned.It was a regular day for Zeline when she received first the good news,that she earned her first Dark Cross,the GJW seal,her new robe and on the top of that she got promoted to a Padawan!Two hours later she found a note that her beloved one probably was being captive or just disappeared for no apparent reason.That situation without a warning,without further details or a way to receive more information about the case “teared” her “up”.She had to do something drastically she felt,to resolve it but no good plans or tools to utilize were available in this weird situation.Zeline Nemesis to take out of her system all of her anger and stress went to her room and grabbed her lightsaber..It’s blue light reflected on her dark brown eyes and made them sparkle!That was the beginning,she started training as fastest she could,as hardest she could..Every position difficult for her body to maintain balance she tried it,while she was holding her lightsaber.But she didn’t want to sit down and do nothing about the situation..When it comes to help,care and protect people she is the one! Zeline placed down her lightsaber,left the room and started running…She run and run with all the strength she had,until she couldn’t breathe anymore.She almost fell and sat down..Her brown sweet eyes were sparkling but this time wasn’t from the reflection of her lightsaber but from the wetness because of tears..Poor Zeline nobody should let their feelings to “conquer” them especially Jedis..But when you actually love somebody how can you be able to control such a strong feeling?She was already inside the trap by falling in Love with him..A forbidden for Jedis situation because they should stick with balance.Time for meditation?Time for training or earning more knowledge as she did?Time for vacation and distract herself from the real situation? Honestly,nothing really helped..Zeline Nemesis never felt more helpless in her entire life..Should she ask the help of her Clan or take this battle on her own? All these thoughts in her mind.. Another voice in her mind said: “Patience,just be a little more patient and everything will come up to light” She tried to think what relaxes her and she thought maybe she should write some poems for him since the War was over and had plenty of time..Oh,she missed him,she dearly and sincerely missed him..And what’s left in the END? Only Hope.. P.S the song that came into my mind as soon as i put the last dot on my text is: Only Hope by Mandy Moore from a walk to remember one of my favourite movies but i don't know how to upload it!
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- Nikora Rhan opted out of publishing her submission.
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- Competition
- Maximum Brevity Series IX: The First Snow
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"I can remember it just like it was yesterday..."
A fresh blanket of ivory snow glistens in the jungle of Devaron. The air is filled with sounds of laughter and joy. A small Devaronian boy jumps up and down playful smashing the slush. He covers his small horns with the flurries and playful growls at his mother. His father picks him up and glides him over the frosted landscape, the boys arms stretched out as far as they can. The boy leaps into a bank of snow and starts making shapes in it. He throws a handful of the slush at his distracted father. The mother laughs.
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- Maximum Brevity Series IX: The First Snow
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"Hey."
"Hey."
"Over there."
Seeing the four cadets jumping from the speeder and dashing joyfully into the closest snowdrift made the mandalorian Instructor smile. They all ranged between six and seven but even at this young age, the ardeous training down in the military academy demanded from them to betray what after all still were: children.
All the more they deserved such breaks from the daily drill and seeing them laughing and throwing snowballs after each other told the seasoned warrior that he had made the right decision, taking his nephew and his friends with him to their family lodge high up in the mountains of Concordia. Sure Arden would use the opportunity to take them with him hunting but right now watching them romping around happily was a priceless view.
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- Maximum Brevity Series IX: The First Snow
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- lets.pdf
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In case that program doesnt work, here it is:
Her body fell through my fingers.
Groping, reaching, I grabbed for her, but she fell through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.
No! I will not fail her.
Every muscle in my body rippling I heaved her up. Cradling her head in my arms I made sure she could stand on her own. Tired and gasping I leaned on her for support, her, who needed me most. Long I held her in our impassive brace until I felt strength return to my chest.
Stepping back I countered her cold stare. I saw no movement, only my breath moving on the wind. Her emotionless eyes gave me no gesture, no suggestion, only scolding me for helping her. She seemed to not be affected by the cold air, seemed not to breath in the harshness. For a moment I followed suit, holding my own breath and returning that sentry stare.
Determination warmed my blood. Stepping forward I massaged her neck, then her thighs. Was that a look of wanting, I asked myself. No, that is a look of gratitude. Slowly I dragged my fingers up her body, stopping short out of respect. She was beautiful, and shined with my love. My thoughts drifted, wondering if I had ever touched something so perfect. Casually my gloves fell to the ground.
She did not reciprocate my gesture as I felt her with my flesh. But still I held close, imagining my warmth would melt her as I placed the carrot upon her face.
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