Monday, June 1, 2015

The Kingdom Of Academia: (Part 6) Epilogue

Hello dear readers, it's been a while. This is the brief epilogue to the first chapter. Don't worry, this isn't the end... ~ Anna D.

The Kingdom Of Academia:

     It was midday, and the castle workers sat outside the rubble. Anna the First and Mary were scouring the debris for anything of use. The three servants were fanning the smoke. Caitlin, Adrian, Piper, and Anna the Second were searching for bodies. Emily and Max were scrubbing notes and blueprints. Daniel was tending the injured, and cremating the dead. Brooke was in her dungeon, probably doing who knows what. The two farmers were clearing ashes. The Queen stood, looking at what once was her castle. Flames were flickering and heavy smoke drifted into the sky. She glanced out into the distance. "Move out," she commanded. The servants were confused. "Don't just stand there! Get your horse and pack your things! We're moving." Everyone moved out, as the hot sun slid into the sky...



Saturday, April 4, 2015

Slice Of Life #31: Goodbye

Hello there! It's Anna again, and I just wanted to say how much I've loved doing this. I've written throughout the entire month of March, every day. This has been a wonderful experience for me. I hope you've enjoyed my writing as much as I've loved composing it. I've shared my secrets with you, told you whimsical stories about lands far away, and told you about how I perceive the world. This is going to be my last post for Slice Of Life, but don't worry, I'll be back. This is going to be my last piece for this month and I hope you enjoy.

I pick my suitcase,
Closing the door
And I walk down that empty hall
Like the many years before

I guess this is it, guys. This is the end, but don't worry, my story's only beginning.
This is Anna Diefendorf signing off for the very last time,

Goodnight, world.

Slice Of Life #30: A Short Peek Into My Newest Song

Just like balloons
We soar on our own
Finally free from
The pain of our home
And just like balloons
That no one will hold
Free from the truth
That no one will know...

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Slice Of Life #29: I'm Coming Home- The Story Behind The Song

This song relates to me so well. I hope you guys can understand... ~ Anna D.

'And the blood will dry
Underneath my nails
And the wind will rise up
To fill my sails
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes'

I've travelled so much in my lifetime. I've seen faces come and go in a blur. I've seen poverty, hunger, depression. I've seen so many horrible images: corruption, war, and violence. I've seen many homeless, begging for money on the streets. I've seen children, tugging on people's shirts, pleading for them to donate so they may have a chance to go to school. I've had people tease me: for my race, for my body. I'm not nervous, but more restless. I'm a nomad, I come and go. I can never stay still.

'I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain
Of yesterday
I know my
Kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven
My mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming...'

I will keep on moving, wistfully hoping to find another home. I suppose my effort is in vain, nowhere is perfect. But one day, I'll come back, and I'll be welcomed back. Maybe they won't forget me. Maybe we can be... friends again.

'Still far away
From where I belong
But it's always darkest
Before the dawn
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes'

Halfway around the world, it's difficult moving around. It's a twenty-four hour trip in plane (not including the airport waiting) to get back to the U.S. Sometimes it seems like there isn't a way out, there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel. So I stumble in the dark, hoping to find the exit. I must gather my hope and pack it in my suitcase. There is always a possibility I can find a home.

'I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain
Of yesterday
I know my
Kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven
My mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming
'I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain
Of yesterday
I know my
Kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven
My mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world
I'm coming home...'

I can start a new life. I can undo the mistakes I've made. I can finally be...

Free.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Slice Of Life #28: Secrets

Something borrowed,
Something old.
Turned to dust
Or turned to gold.
Though my fate
Is yet untold,
In your hands
My future holds.
Through these doors,
I hear your weeping
Hurt by secrets
That you're keeping.
Haunting you
Throughout your sleeping.
I leave mine
To your safekeeping.
For with you
These secrets dwell.
If you decide
To rebel
And these dark
Secrets you do tell,
I'll make your life
A living hell.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Slice Of Life #27: A Brief Fairytale

     Once upon a time, there was a small shack. The small shack was nestled in the woods. There, in that small shack, lived two girls, named Anna and Mary. Anna was tall and fair-skinned. She had shoulder length, brown hair, adorned with golden highlights, so that it shone in the sun. Mary, on the others hand, was average height with chestnut coloured skin. Her hair was short and choppy, only reaching her neck. Both were quite poor, even though they worked for six days a week. They both wore raggedy, once white dresses. And though it was small, they enjoyed their shack greatly. Inside, there were only three rooms: a bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom in which they shared. They were lucky enough to be able to afford a stove and a cupboard. In the bedroom, there were two separate mattresses. Beside each mattress lied a folded piece of clothing. They only had two pieces of clothing each. They were okay with the conditions they lived in.

To be continued...

(I'm probably never going to finish this...)