Hi! Sorry its taken me so long to get another chapter up...but I've just
moved to Kansas. I have a lot of moving in still left to do....but it's a
step! Just like this chapter is...even if it isn't great!
Enjoy....or at least try to.
Chapter...I'm not certain of the number: The Curse
Amy had gone upstairs long ago. Erik sat on the couch, and Emily across from him in the rocking chair as they talked. Emma played on the floor between them wit her dolls, occasionally looking up at Erik and smiling.
"You've actually read /all/ of Shakespeare's works?" Emily asked, fascinated.
"Yes." Erik answered.
"Wow." Emily said, utterly amazed. How was that possible? ...how old was he?
"Erik!" Emma shouted (with a very slight 'w' sound, as often happened when she was tired), standing up and facing him.
"Yes, Emma?" Erik asked, smiling down at her.
Emma folded her arms, and tilted her head slightly to the left, and scrouched up her eyebrows like she had seen so many grown-ups do when they were deep in thought.
"Can you sing?" she asked. Emily's face turned red and she laughed, embaressed.
"I'm sorry!" she apologized, but Erik held his hand up in a motion for her to stop.
"Yes, I can." He answered Emma.
Emma clapped her hands excitedly.
"Can you? Will you? Please, please?" Emma begged. Erik laughed.
"Certainly...if you sister does not mind?" he looked to Emily.
Emily shook her head. "No, I don't mind at all." She answered.
Erik stood and walked over to the piano, sitting down in front of it.
Emma crawled over and then stood up right next to him, watching his hands on the keys eagerly. Emily stood and walked over, standing behind Erik.
Erik played the intro, and then began to sing:
"We've heard the tales since we were young
Heard the songs that have been sung
About an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad through every verse
'til a kiss and all is well.
The message that no one can see
Is clearer to someone like me.
"There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse then one we give ourselves
There is no sorcerer as cruel as the proud, angry fool
And yet we cry 'Life isn't fair!'
Beneath out cries the truth is there
The power that will break this spell we should know very well
Is locked within ourselves.
"Yet we'd rather blame
And curse out fate then change
We run from everyone to hide
From the pain
And all the shame.
"The stories old we know it well
About a wretched evil spell
The power that will break this curse
Oh, I know, very well
Is locked within myself."
"Wow...that was beautiful." Emily whispered, eventually.
"Thank you." Erik said. He glanced over to where Emma had been standing. She was now half-asleep on this floor, holding her dolls close. Erik smiled down at her.
"I'll take her to her room." Emily said, picking her up.
"Alright." Erik said.
As Emily went up the stairs, she saw a blur of someone running down the hall and into the guest room. It was Amy. Had Amy been listening the whole time?
Emily tried to shrug it off, and walked to Emma's room. She walked to the bed and placed Emma on the bed. She pulled back the covers, then put Emma in the bed. She sighed, pulling the covers over Emma and wondering if she should change Emma into something better to sleep in. She decided not to, and headed downstairs.
Erik was standing by the door when she got back.
"Are you leaving?" she asked.
Erik nodded. "Yes."
Emily smiled weakly. "Oh. Well...I'll see you another time, then?"
"Yes." Erik said.
Emily walked across the room and opened the door for him.
"Goodnight, then...."
"Goodnight." He said. He paused a moment, then walked outside, where it was raining lightly.
Emily sighed as she closed the door.
... What was wrong with her?
Sorry its so awful...but at least I got it up. Now I can start 'anew'...
Please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
Enjoy....or at least try to.
Chapter...I'm not certain of the number: The Curse
Amy had gone upstairs long ago. Erik sat on the couch, and Emily across from him in the rocking chair as they talked. Emma played on the floor between them wit her dolls, occasionally looking up at Erik and smiling.
"You've actually read /all/ of Shakespeare's works?" Emily asked, fascinated.
"Yes." Erik answered.
"Wow." Emily said, utterly amazed. How was that possible? ...how old was he?
"Erik!" Emma shouted (with a very slight 'w' sound, as often happened when she was tired), standing up and facing him.
"Yes, Emma?" Erik asked, smiling down at her.
Emma folded her arms, and tilted her head slightly to the left, and scrouched up her eyebrows like she had seen so many grown-ups do when they were deep in thought.
"Can you sing?" she asked. Emily's face turned red and she laughed, embaressed.
"I'm sorry!" she apologized, but Erik held his hand up in a motion for her to stop.
"Yes, I can." He answered Emma.
Emma clapped her hands excitedly.
"Can you? Will you? Please, please?" Emma begged. Erik laughed.
"Certainly...if you sister does not mind?" he looked to Emily.
Emily shook her head. "No, I don't mind at all." She answered.
Erik stood and walked over to the piano, sitting down in front of it.
Emma crawled over and then stood up right next to him, watching his hands on the keys eagerly. Emily stood and walked over, standing behind Erik.
Erik played the intro, and then began to sing:
"We've heard the tales since we were young
Heard the songs that have been sung
About an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad through every verse
'til a kiss and all is well.
The message that no one can see
Is clearer to someone like me.
"There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse then one we give ourselves
There is no sorcerer as cruel as the proud, angry fool
And yet we cry 'Life isn't fair!'
Beneath out cries the truth is there
The power that will break this spell we should know very well
Is locked within ourselves.
"Yet we'd rather blame
And curse out fate then change
We run from everyone to hide
From the pain
And all the shame.
"The stories old we know it well
About a wretched evil spell
The power that will break this curse
Oh, I know, very well
Is locked within myself."
"Wow...that was beautiful." Emily whispered, eventually.
"Thank you." Erik said. He glanced over to where Emma had been standing. She was now half-asleep on this floor, holding her dolls close. Erik smiled down at her.
"I'll take her to her room." Emily said, picking her up.
"Alright." Erik said.
As Emily went up the stairs, she saw a blur of someone running down the hall and into the guest room. It was Amy. Had Amy been listening the whole time?
Emily tried to shrug it off, and walked to Emma's room. She walked to the bed and placed Emma on the bed. She pulled back the covers, then put Emma in the bed. She sighed, pulling the covers over Emma and wondering if she should change Emma into something better to sleep in. She decided not to, and headed downstairs.
Erik was standing by the door when she got back.
"Are you leaving?" she asked.
Erik nodded. "Yes."
Emily smiled weakly. "Oh. Well...I'll see you another time, then?"
"Yes." Erik said.
Emily walked across the room and opened the door for him.
"Goodnight, then...."
"Goodnight." He said. He paused a moment, then walked outside, where it was raining lightly.
Emily sighed as she closed the door.
... What was wrong with her?
Sorry its so awful...but at least I got it up. Now I can start 'anew'...
Please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail