Saturday, April 7, 2012
Faerie's Aire and Death Waltz
I suggest putting it in a document and blowing it up a bit. Make sure you continue to read the notes from the composer on how to play through out the piece. Enjoy!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Traitor
Staring into the black night Piper watched as the rain threw itself against her window. Each a desperate attempt to save her and yet they missed her every time. Sadly, she followed them down the window pane with her eyes as they fell into black oblivion below. Picking up the single candle in her room she placed it on the cold window sill. It was her single hope. Searching for anything she hoped that someone would see the light. Slowly she turned around to look at herself in the mirror across the room. Looking at the reflection she muttered, “What have you done?” Walking cautiously towards the mirror she watched as the reflection put its hand to hers on the icy glass. Its delicate waist was suffocated closely by the white silk that covered it from head to foot, while white Victorian lace closely followed the pattern of the dress. The lace met in the middle of the gown where it hugged at the waist and was fastened at the chest with tiny silver buttons. The lace passed down from a miniscule waist starting to split down the middle, forming an elegant, wavy, triangle to the floor. The train pooled behind her at least three to four feet long stretching out on the elaborately carpeted floor. Quickly turning her head away from its pleading eyes, she walked behind her dressing screen, her feet sinking into the rich carpet, and took the final piece off of the mannequin. Walking once more to the reflection she placed the veil onto her head. The headpiece rested lightly on her head, elaborately beaded with delicate silver and white beads and falling to the floor with more and more embroidered white lace that shadowed her long curling hair. Her face was framed with long, red-brown curls that danced on her bare shoulders whenever she moved her head. She looked more like the perfect porcelain doll then a human. Slowly she sunk to the floor, bowing her head and covering her face with her hands. Looking up at the mirror she stared at the candle, watching it flicker and twist like the knots in her heart as she heard the grandfather clock chime.
Glancing up to the dimly lit window Danny climbed up the wooden trellis towards her room, shivering with the chill of riding through the night and sitting in the rain. The winding branches attacked his body; the damp leaves making his black boots slip against the dark trellis. Pulling himself up to the top of the window he knew that now was the time. Quietly he pulled it opened and jumped in as the wind blew rain and leaves into her room. Turning to face the room he started at the figure staring back at him through the mirror. Gasping with surprise she turned around.
“What are you doing here,” she said with a low voice ridged with anger.
“Well it seems that I’m now rescuing you,” quickly assessing the situation and rifling his blond hair. “Here”, he said taking off his dripping backpack and pulling out a wrapped package , “Get changed.” Unwrapping the wet bundle she smiled up at him and ran behind her dressing screen. Appearing perhaps a few minutes later she was dressed in loosely fitting boys clothing. Quickly she came out donning her loose baggy clothing. He couldn’t help but stare at her. Blushing she raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. “Close, but not quite,” he decided pulling off his cap and putting it on her, helping to tuck in the loose strands of her hair.
“Piper, are you ready yet?” Her father’s honey sweet yet clearly agitated voice echoed through the door. Lightly looking at the door she grinned and look backed at Danny, “Yes Father, it will just take a few more minutes.”
Moving towards the soaked window and floor she threw her leg over the window sill to start her descent, her leg almost immediately drenched by the rain. Flying towards her, he quickly grabbed her hand, “Piper, its slippery, be careful,” he warned. Giving him her best innocent look she said, “Aren’t I always,” she whispered, a sly smile now lighting her face. Swinging her other leg over she started her descent. Giving her a few minutes he took off after her. Through the open window he heard the knocking at her door, “Piper? Open this door right now young lady! You ungrateful child,” he paused for a moment his tone suddenly becoming demanding, “I gave you everything you wanted since they died. All I asked for was cooperation! You can certainly do this!” Silence permeated the air for a few seconds and they climbed further down. Suddenly the sound of creaking iron hinges cracked the air.
Looking at her wet upturned face he quickly warned her, “Piper down,”. Jumping the last few rungs she dived onto the ground, crawling past the puddles to hide by the edge of the houses wooden frame. Jumping quickly he dived over to her covering her. Holding their breath they laid in the dark wetness that surrounded them, listening as their secret was uncovered.
“Find her,” they heard a voice say near the window, “Shoot anyone with her. It’s time she paid her mother’s debt.” They could hear muffled footsteps heading away from them. “Wait,” the voice said again, “If it’s a boy bring him to me,” he voice said mockingly, “Little Daniel has a debt to be paid as well.” Feeling Piper tense he stood quickly up and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her hand he pulled her along through the forest that now surrounded them. Slipping and sliding, Piper looked at Danny questioningly as they were joined slowly by hidden men. After minutes they finally arrived in a small clearing of trees filled with horses and more men.
“Hands in the air,” a deep voice came from behind the trees.
“Danny, what’s going on?” she yelled as they lifted their hands into the pouring rain, her voice barely being heard through a clash of thunder.
“Well my dear,” said a man coming from behind her, “You’ve just been kidnapped.” Danny suddenly turned and grabbed her waist, yanking her towards a large black stallion in the front of the group. Her screams were yet again silenced by the storm. Pulling and yanking she beat her hands against his chest, struggling to get away from him.
“Get control of her,” said the man who had come from behind her.
“Yes, sir,” he said struggling to get control of her as she bit his hand. Deftly he bent down and picked her up off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder. Still fighting, he threw her over his hard, leather saddle and hopped on behind her. Kicking his black boots into the horse’s flanks he rode off with their captive.
Groggily sitting up Piper studied her surroundings. A white canopy tent hid her from whatever laid outside. Blankets had been laid around her, tucking her into to place. Her head had been placed upon a leather saddle bag for a pillow. Pushing the covers off carefully she slid out of the makeshift bed and sat up. To her right laid tanned sheets that formed a small room. Carefully tiptoeing towards the room she peeked her hand through the makeshift door. A small change of clothes lay on the floor of the tent. Pulling the curtain back behind her she reached down and picked up the blue uniform. Deftly, she buttoned the blue shirt and tucked them into her trousers. A long blue overcoat had been left for her to put on over her clothing that reached to her knees. Rolling the loose sleeves up to her elbows and tucking her trousers into her boots. She couldn’t help but smile as she discovered the brush. Quickly she braided her curly hair putting the brush back where she’d found it. Walking out of the make-shift room she pushed open the large tent flap. A whole world filled up in front of her. The grass was still damp from last night’s rain and from the early morning’s dew. Large trees surrounded every field of her vision, turning multiple shades with the colors of autumn. Men in blue and gold uniforms flowed like ants from tents, some with rifles, and others with food. They glanced at her, some looked at her curiously, and others even smiled, but most looked at her like a worm in an apple. A hated pest, not worth their spit. Gathering her wits she took a step forward.
“I wouldn’t go too far miss. The colonel wants to see you.” Turning towards the sound Piper found herself looking at a kind looking gentleman caring a steaming cup of what appeared to be coffee. He looked to be about in his fifties with peppery grey hair, a beard and a portly belly.
“Will you take me to him sergeant?” she said giving him a smile.
“Of course miss,” he walked towards her offering his arm to escort her and handing her the warm coffee cup. They walked through the rows of tents filled with men young and old. Seeing her they startled and came out of their tent as she walked by. They finally approached the tent they had set out for. It was protected with two guards, each with multiple steel rifles on their persons. Her escort quickly nodded to one of the men who entered the large tent quickly. Appearing almost as quickly as he left he nodded back to the man. The sergeant led her through the tent flap and into the first of a separated tent where the colonel slept taking her cup with him as he left. Leaving her in there she calmly waited for whatever he had left her to do.
“Enter Miss McKenzie,” said a gruff voice from behind the canvas wall. Walking into the room her eyes widened as she saw the man standing behind the desk. Danny. Shaking her head with her mouth opened she straightened. “Piper, no.”
“How could you,” she said disbelief edging her voice like a knife. “You betrayed me,” she said, her eyebrows pulling together, her eyes searching his face for an answer.
“No, actually he didn’t,” said a voice from behind her, “Though I will admit convenience in your acquaintance. Now, Miss Piper I’m not one for words so I’ll be brief. I am Colonel Sanders, the man who organized your… kidnapping. As the daughter of General McKenzie I’m sure you’ve been privy to many meetings of classified information, which is what we want and we will get,” sitting at his desk he stared up at her, his face threatening her every move. He was young though, as young as her and Danny she supposed. Reconsidering the threat she bit her lip turning to take in her surroundings.
“I hate to disappoint you colonel. But I’m not General McKenzie’s daughter. You see, my father died when I was three. His brother married my mother, Elizabeth Ford, for her inheritance and then she conveniently died. Since then he’s treated me how he’s seen fit. We moved to the south so he could profit. He tried to marry me off for social standing. That man is not my father,” she said bringing herself back to reality and turning to face him.
“Lieutenant McAllen,” said the colonel suddenly, “Will you please leave the room.” Hesitantly Danny turned and brushed past her.
“It’s you isn’t it,” the colonel said watching for her response, “You’ve been the one leaking all the information from the south haven’t you. You’re the real Elizabeth Ford, not your mother.”
Smiling she ignored the question “So; I will make your job easy. What do you want to know?” She said smiling at the two astonished faces before her.
Sitting at the campfire late that night she stared as the flames licked at the air. She felt as if they were inside of her, inhaling her all her organs quickly, except her heart, which it slowly licked and devoured. She had done what she had dreamed of, she thought, curling her knees up closer to her chest and resting her chin heavily on them. Slowly she rocked back and forth. Now it was true, she was a traitor. The south could never stand with what she had told the Union Colonel. She had betrayed everyone she had ever known. Yet she was happy, what type of monster was she? The flames burned brighter, digging deeper.
Hearing the crunch of boots behind her she wiped the tears from eyes. Smiling nervously Danny sat beside her, the fire spelling traitor at her as it reflected off of his uniform. Returning his smile with a sadder one she quietly laughed. “So how are you,” he asked staring at the fire. Raising her eyebrows she couldn’t help but laugh at the question. Her laughter broke the tension. Shaking his head and smiling he reached into his pocket pulling out a silver chain with a diamond ring on it. “Your mother asked me to give you this when the time was right,” he said as he moved behind her and fastened the clamp, “She asked me to protect you when she was gone,” he shrugged of her stunned look as they both watched the firelight dance off of the ring. “I knew that if I suggested kidnapping you, you would be safer when the fighting begins.” He rubbed his hand through his golden hair, and quickly stood up and turned to leave.
“Daniel,” she stood and stopped him, “We’re even. Thank you.” She smiled at his grin.
“Here,” he offered his arm, “I’ll escort you to your tent.”
“Why thank you kind sir,” she said with mock formality as they turned and headed away from the fire.
“So tell me about that lovely dress you were wearing,” he laughed as she grimaced.
Glancing up to the dimly lit window Danny climbed up the wooden trellis towards her room, shivering with the chill of riding through the night and sitting in the rain. The winding branches attacked his body; the damp leaves making his black boots slip against the dark trellis. Pulling himself up to the top of the window he knew that now was the time. Quietly he pulled it opened and jumped in as the wind blew rain and leaves into her room. Turning to face the room he started at the figure staring back at him through the mirror. Gasping with surprise she turned around.
“What are you doing here,” she said with a low voice ridged with anger.
“Well it seems that I’m now rescuing you,” quickly assessing the situation and rifling his blond hair. “Here”, he said taking off his dripping backpack and pulling out a wrapped package , “Get changed.” Unwrapping the wet bundle she smiled up at him and ran behind her dressing screen. Appearing perhaps a few minutes later she was dressed in loosely fitting boys clothing. Quickly she came out donning her loose baggy clothing. He couldn’t help but stare at her. Blushing she raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. “Close, but not quite,” he decided pulling off his cap and putting it on her, helping to tuck in the loose strands of her hair.
“Piper, are you ready yet?” Her father’s honey sweet yet clearly agitated voice echoed through the door. Lightly looking at the door she grinned and look backed at Danny, “Yes Father, it will just take a few more minutes.”
Moving towards the soaked window and floor she threw her leg over the window sill to start her descent, her leg almost immediately drenched by the rain. Flying towards her, he quickly grabbed her hand, “Piper, its slippery, be careful,” he warned. Giving him her best innocent look she said, “Aren’t I always,” she whispered, a sly smile now lighting her face. Swinging her other leg over she started her descent. Giving her a few minutes he took off after her. Through the open window he heard the knocking at her door, “Piper? Open this door right now young lady! You ungrateful child,” he paused for a moment his tone suddenly becoming demanding, “I gave you everything you wanted since they died. All I asked for was cooperation! You can certainly do this!” Silence permeated the air for a few seconds and they climbed further down. Suddenly the sound of creaking iron hinges cracked the air.
Looking at her wet upturned face he quickly warned her, “Piper down,”. Jumping the last few rungs she dived onto the ground, crawling past the puddles to hide by the edge of the houses wooden frame. Jumping quickly he dived over to her covering her. Holding their breath they laid in the dark wetness that surrounded them, listening as their secret was uncovered.
“Find her,” they heard a voice say near the window, “Shoot anyone with her. It’s time she paid her mother’s debt.” They could hear muffled footsteps heading away from them. “Wait,” the voice said again, “If it’s a boy bring him to me,” he voice said mockingly, “Little Daniel has a debt to be paid as well.” Feeling Piper tense he stood quickly up and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her hand he pulled her along through the forest that now surrounded them. Slipping and sliding, Piper looked at Danny questioningly as they were joined slowly by hidden men. After minutes they finally arrived in a small clearing of trees filled with horses and more men.
“Hands in the air,” a deep voice came from behind the trees.
“Danny, what’s going on?” she yelled as they lifted their hands into the pouring rain, her voice barely being heard through a clash of thunder.
“Well my dear,” said a man coming from behind her, “You’ve just been kidnapped.” Danny suddenly turned and grabbed her waist, yanking her towards a large black stallion in the front of the group. Her screams were yet again silenced by the storm. Pulling and yanking she beat her hands against his chest, struggling to get away from him.
“Get control of her,” said the man who had come from behind her.
“Yes, sir,” he said struggling to get control of her as she bit his hand. Deftly he bent down and picked her up off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder. Still fighting, he threw her over his hard, leather saddle and hopped on behind her. Kicking his black boots into the horse’s flanks he rode off with their captive.
Groggily sitting up Piper studied her surroundings. A white canopy tent hid her from whatever laid outside. Blankets had been laid around her, tucking her into to place. Her head had been placed upon a leather saddle bag for a pillow. Pushing the covers off carefully she slid out of the makeshift bed and sat up. To her right laid tanned sheets that formed a small room. Carefully tiptoeing towards the room she peeked her hand through the makeshift door. A small change of clothes lay on the floor of the tent. Pulling the curtain back behind her she reached down and picked up the blue uniform. Deftly, she buttoned the blue shirt and tucked them into her trousers. A long blue overcoat had been left for her to put on over her clothing that reached to her knees. Rolling the loose sleeves up to her elbows and tucking her trousers into her boots. She couldn’t help but smile as she discovered the brush. Quickly she braided her curly hair putting the brush back where she’d found it. Walking out of the make-shift room she pushed open the large tent flap. A whole world filled up in front of her. The grass was still damp from last night’s rain and from the early morning’s dew. Large trees surrounded every field of her vision, turning multiple shades with the colors of autumn. Men in blue and gold uniforms flowed like ants from tents, some with rifles, and others with food. They glanced at her, some looked at her curiously, and others even smiled, but most looked at her like a worm in an apple. A hated pest, not worth their spit. Gathering her wits she took a step forward.
“I wouldn’t go too far miss. The colonel wants to see you.” Turning towards the sound Piper found herself looking at a kind looking gentleman caring a steaming cup of what appeared to be coffee. He looked to be about in his fifties with peppery grey hair, a beard and a portly belly.
“Will you take me to him sergeant?” she said giving him a smile.
“Of course miss,” he walked towards her offering his arm to escort her and handing her the warm coffee cup. They walked through the rows of tents filled with men young and old. Seeing her they startled and came out of their tent as she walked by. They finally approached the tent they had set out for. It was protected with two guards, each with multiple steel rifles on their persons. Her escort quickly nodded to one of the men who entered the large tent quickly. Appearing almost as quickly as he left he nodded back to the man. The sergeant led her through the tent flap and into the first of a separated tent where the colonel slept taking her cup with him as he left. Leaving her in there she calmly waited for whatever he had left her to do.
“Enter Miss McKenzie,” said a gruff voice from behind the canvas wall. Walking into the room her eyes widened as she saw the man standing behind the desk. Danny. Shaking her head with her mouth opened she straightened. “Piper, no.”
“How could you,” she said disbelief edging her voice like a knife. “You betrayed me,” she said, her eyebrows pulling together, her eyes searching his face for an answer.
“No, actually he didn’t,” said a voice from behind her, “Though I will admit convenience in your acquaintance. Now, Miss Piper I’m not one for words so I’ll be brief. I am Colonel Sanders, the man who organized your… kidnapping. As the daughter of General McKenzie I’m sure you’ve been privy to many meetings of classified information, which is what we want and we will get,” sitting at his desk he stared up at her, his face threatening her every move. He was young though, as young as her and Danny she supposed. Reconsidering the threat she bit her lip turning to take in her surroundings.
“I hate to disappoint you colonel. But I’m not General McKenzie’s daughter. You see, my father died when I was three. His brother married my mother, Elizabeth Ford, for her inheritance and then she conveniently died. Since then he’s treated me how he’s seen fit. We moved to the south so he could profit. He tried to marry me off for social standing. That man is not my father,” she said bringing herself back to reality and turning to face him.
“Lieutenant McAllen,” said the colonel suddenly, “Will you please leave the room.” Hesitantly Danny turned and brushed past her.
“It’s you isn’t it,” the colonel said watching for her response, “You’ve been the one leaking all the information from the south haven’t you. You’re the real Elizabeth Ford, not your mother.”
Smiling she ignored the question “So; I will make your job easy. What do you want to know?” She said smiling at the two astonished faces before her.
Sitting at the campfire late that night she stared as the flames licked at the air. She felt as if they were inside of her, inhaling her all her organs quickly, except her heart, which it slowly licked and devoured. She had done what she had dreamed of, she thought, curling her knees up closer to her chest and resting her chin heavily on them. Slowly she rocked back and forth. Now it was true, she was a traitor. The south could never stand with what she had told the Union Colonel. She had betrayed everyone she had ever known. Yet she was happy, what type of monster was she? The flames burned brighter, digging deeper.
Hearing the crunch of boots behind her she wiped the tears from eyes. Smiling nervously Danny sat beside her, the fire spelling traitor at her as it reflected off of his uniform. Returning his smile with a sadder one she quietly laughed. “So how are you,” he asked staring at the fire. Raising her eyebrows she couldn’t help but laugh at the question. Her laughter broke the tension. Shaking his head and smiling he reached into his pocket pulling out a silver chain with a diamond ring on it. “Your mother asked me to give you this when the time was right,” he said as he moved behind her and fastened the clamp, “She asked me to protect you when she was gone,” he shrugged of her stunned look as they both watched the firelight dance off of the ring. “I knew that if I suggested kidnapping you, you would be safer when the fighting begins.” He rubbed his hand through his golden hair, and quickly stood up and turned to leave.
“Daniel,” she stood and stopped him, “We’re even. Thank you.” She smiled at his grin.
“Here,” he offered his arm, “I’ll escort you to your tent.”
“Why thank you kind sir,” she said with mock formality as they turned and headed away from the fire.
“So tell me about that lovely dress you were wearing,” he laughed as she grimaced.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
What to call this...2
These are some more pictures I took. Make sure to also look at the post below (there's more)! Thanks!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Ow...( =
Well, I'm procrastinating right now, so I figured I'd blog. First of all, I hope you are all having an amazing summer! Also, if you get the chance, if you could read my latest story chapter so I could get some feedback, that would be wonderful. My latest exciting story is that due to a long process of miscommunications or something I have successfully killed my calf muscle, to the point where last night at Jazz I couldn't hardly walk. Then I got to wake up early this morning and go on a run with the XC girls...haha..I am still alive, however my new best friend is an ice bag.
So yes, that's my latest randomness.
So yes, that's my latest randomness.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Poem
Well, today was the first day of Marching Band. Yay! I only felt like an idiot a few times... eye roll, sigh, annoyance, berating. Anyways! Mr. H. read us this poem that is in the leadership handbook. I really liked it, so I've attached it. Cross country is going well. It's not easy and requires a ton of patience. I had to get a pair of shoes so I don't get too injured. Now this part is nifty. They analyze your foot! Yes. I see you in staring in wonder at the screen, but it is true! Then once they've analyzed it, they bring you over about 10 pairs of shoes that you can try on. Then, you can mix and match pairs while you run on a tread-mill and up and down the isles. So, needless to say I was kept fairly entertained for a hour and a half, and I was even rushed! They are so much nicer and help my running a lot, so luckily my foot doesn't feel like the insert has come out anymore!
ONLY A PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE
by Author Unknown
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams,
before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
-unknown
ONLY A PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE
by Author Unknown
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams,
before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
-unknown
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