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I wanted to write you a poem. (JasexJuliet)I wanted to write you a poem.
‘I wanted to write poem for you’ the letter began; her hand’s tightening around the already crumpling paper and her nails slowly folding over the edge.
A small tear fell down her cheek, slowly sliding onto the patterned paper and dampening it. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear gently and let her eyes rest upon the paper once more.
‘I wanted to write a poem for you.’ Yes she’d already read that part and let her eyes skim quickly to the next line of the letter ‘But I couldn’t think of the right words to say.’
Juliet didn’t know if she was to smile at that line and let fruitless thoughts climb through her mind or if she should let her expression drop, place the letter to the side and take a yoghurt from the fridge.
‘I couldn’t think of the right words to say because… I can’t write them down onto paper’ she shoo
Kidnapped - Chapter 7Chapter 7: Meeting a slave.
There was a scream through the force, it shouted to Anakin to help and to relieve the pain. Anakin stood upon the bridge of the Resolute, trying to pinpoint the location of the pain that so freely rang through his veins.
He knew it was Obi Wan from the moment the pain reached through their bond; he could feel the burning from around his neck, his chest and the blood that heated like a kettle flow through his own veins.
‘This is what slavery can do to a man’ Anakin thought to himself, cringing at the pain. ‘Obi Wan, where are you?’ he sent the message through their strong bond, hoping he would have the strength to send something back.
“Master?” the sound of Ahsoka’s voice behind him shook him from his thoughts, making him turn around to face her. “Are you ok?” Anakin sighed to himself and turned his back on her, feeling her disappointment rushed off her in the force
2# Durges Revenge - Chapter 12Chapter 12: Falling
“Durge” Obi Wan felt the confusion set across his face, how had he survived? He’d blown him up from the inside; he’d held his head in his hands and faced his empty eyes with his own.
He remembered the darkness, his head felt numb with confusion as though stars had suddenly flown into his vision.
“I don’t die that easily Kenobi” Durge growled through his teeth, a speck of spit flying from his mouth and onto the side of Obi Wan’s face “Do you know what I’ve become?”
“A creature of the night, of which has no purpose of coming back into this world besides from revenge” Obi Wan put forward a small smirk rising on his face and his eyebrow rising. Durge growled again and pulled a gun from his belt and shot suddenly at Obi Wan, making him dodge quickly and draw his lightsaber.
Obi Wan ran towards him, brandishing his sabre and swinging it towards his old enemy feeling the bolts from his bla
Kidnapped - Chapter 6Chapter 6: Meeting Royalty
The walls of the room were light coloured, the sun reflected of every wall making the room light up as the door opened. Many flowers were placed in vases, the sweet scents drifting into Obi Wan’s nose as he continued to walk.
He felt cold; the blood in his veins seemed to freeze in anticipation as he felt a tug at his neck making him walk faster. All he could hear was the echoing footsteps that surrounded them, small whispers from some woman to the side of him pricked in his ears. He looked up unwillingly to see them pointing towards him, some of their faces in shock.
One was a human woman; she had a pale complexion and long subtle green hair that was tied back in a high ponytail. She had bright green eyes that shone towards him, glazed slightly with tears.
D’Nar turned towards Obi Wan and frowned slightly, pulling him harder and making him fall to the floor suddenly, his hands flying out to save him.
“Get back to work scum” the
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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