Fates Intertwind
by Amy (GC)
Love is a tender, fragile thing
that terries in the wake
of the heart's wild tempest
threatening to break.
It may shine brightly for a while
or so it may seem
Try as you might to keep it
You'll be left with broken dreams
It may warm you for a moment
and in your soul will paint
A lush idea of lovers
But through the years grows faint
It will set your heart afire
with a warm and happy gleam
If you try to keep it burning
You'll be left with broken dreams
You'll draw yourself into a web
full of lies and deceit
and when you finally free yourself
These trials you must repeat
Love flies swiftly through the heart
just like a rushing stream
Try as you might to stop it's flow
You'll be left with broken dreams
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Fates Intertwind
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The sun gently sank behind the blanket of clouds it rested upon. A tall, young man push open the swinging doors and left the Yubileyney ice skating rink. A few white snowflakes gently landed upon his long, shiny, golden hair, but he did not make any attempt to brush them away. He turned up the collar of his jacket to the icy wind, and began to walk briskly down the street.
Eventually, he arrived at a medium sized house painted soft blue, with a midnight blue trim. He turned the doorknob and entered. A warm blast of air caressed his face as he stepped onto the fresh white-carpeted floor. He walked into the living room and flopped down upon his couch utterly exhausted. A large sigh of relief escaped his chest, and then he began undoing the laces on his sneakers. While he was undoing the messy bows, the phone began to ring.
"Hello," he answered while still trying to remove his shoes one handed.
"Zhenya, your assistance is needed," said a deep and cold voice in a rather monotonous tone. The contented expression on his face turned into a look of distain and utter annoyance.
"Yes sir I will be right down," he said as pleasantly as he could. Evgeni hung up the phone and laced his shoes back up. He stood up and made his way hastily back to the door. He grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, not even bothering to notice that he had knocked it onto the floor.
Meanwhile.....
"That was brilliant," exclaimed a rather large woman by the name of Valeri Nelson, "you have finally found your perfect point of balance for turns! You can be done for the day now...pack up and go home. You'll be needing your rest." The young woman on the ice smiled broadly and quickly skated to the edge of the rink and left the ice. She pulled off her skates, and quickly slipped on a pair of running shoes. While walking towards the exit, she grabbed her work out bag and slung it over her shoulder, and then left the building. A chill wind met her as soon as she opened the door.
"Got to love Maine in winter," she said under her breath. She began jogging briskly down the street.
She came running up to an apartment complex. She halted briefly at the door, and then entered. After ascending three flights of stairs, she arrived outside of a door, completely out of breath. She stooped down and retrieved a pair of keys from her bag, and began to fumble with them trying to get it into the keyhole. After battling for a few seconds, she finally managed to open the door. She entered the small apartment building. Just as she had put her sports bag down, she noticed the light on her answering machine was flashing. She walked over to it and pushed the play button.
"Kathryn McKibben, this is Alan Rochester with the national skating league. We need you to come down to our office as soon as you can. It is a matter of great importance."
A familiar beep ended the message, and Kathryn couldn't help but smile. Her heart was pounding wildly within her chest. Could it really be what she had been waiting for? She hurriedly grabbed her jacket and rushed out the door.
by Amy (GC)
Love is a tender, fragile thing
that terries in the wake
of the heart's wild tempest
threatening to break.
It may shine brightly for a while
or so it may seem
Try as you might to keep it
You'll be left with broken dreams
It may warm you for a moment
and in your soul will paint
A lush idea of lovers
But through the years grows faint
It will set your heart afire
with a warm and happy gleam
If you try to keep it burning
You'll be left with broken dreams
You'll draw yourself into a web
full of lies and deceit
and when you finally free yourself
These trials you must repeat
Love flies swiftly through the heart
just like a rushing stream
Try as you might to stop it's flow
You'll be left with broken dreams
...
...
...
...
Fates Intertwind
...
...
...
The sun gently sank behind the blanket of clouds it rested upon. A tall, young man push open the swinging doors and left the Yubileyney ice skating rink. A few white snowflakes gently landed upon his long, shiny, golden hair, but he did not make any attempt to brush them away. He turned up the collar of his jacket to the icy wind, and began to walk briskly down the street.
Eventually, he arrived at a medium sized house painted soft blue, with a midnight blue trim. He turned the doorknob and entered. A warm blast of air caressed his face as he stepped onto the fresh white-carpeted floor. He walked into the living room and flopped down upon his couch utterly exhausted. A large sigh of relief escaped his chest, and then he began undoing the laces on his sneakers. While he was undoing the messy bows, the phone began to ring.
"Hello," he answered while still trying to remove his shoes one handed.
"Zhenya, your assistance is needed," said a deep and cold voice in a rather monotonous tone. The contented expression on his face turned into a look of distain and utter annoyance.
"Yes sir I will be right down," he said as pleasantly as he could. Evgeni hung up the phone and laced his shoes back up. He stood up and made his way hastily back to the door. He grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, not even bothering to notice that he had knocked it onto the floor.
Meanwhile.....
"That was brilliant," exclaimed a rather large woman by the name of Valeri Nelson, "you have finally found your perfect point of balance for turns! You can be done for the day now...pack up and go home. You'll be needing your rest." The young woman on the ice smiled broadly and quickly skated to the edge of the rink and left the ice. She pulled off her skates, and quickly slipped on a pair of running shoes. While walking towards the exit, she grabbed her work out bag and slung it over her shoulder, and then left the building. A chill wind met her as soon as she opened the door.
"Got to love Maine in winter," she said under her breath. She began jogging briskly down the street.
She came running up to an apartment complex. She halted briefly at the door, and then entered. After ascending three flights of stairs, she arrived outside of a door, completely out of breath. She stooped down and retrieved a pair of keys from her bag, and began to fumble with them trying to get it into the keyhole. After battling for a few seconds, she finally managed to open the door. She entered the small apartment building. Just as she had put her sports bag down, she noticed the light on her answering machine was flashing. She walked over to it and pushed the play button.
"Kathryn McKibben, this is Alan Rochester with the national skating league. We need you to come down to our office as soon as you can. It is a matter of great importance."
A familiar beep ended the message, and Kathryn couldn't help but smile. Her heart was pounding wildly within her chest. Could it really be what she had been waiting for? She hurriedly grabbed her jacket and rushed out the door.