Mary Shaw Poem Novels & Stories

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This poem was written by Shrey; whenever she felt lonely or anxious, she used to read it; hearing the poem written by her, Shrey focused on George's words and started to calm down "go ahead" Shrey wanted to hear more of his words but decided to complete for him, gaining back her senses with a deep audible breath, she continued. "Hours you're hoping, revealing. Shattered in pieces, and screaming You got sabre for thou, furnished. In your love to save...." Looking straight into George's eyes and with utter difficulties, Shrey tried to complete the poem but lost her consciousness due to uncompromising pain in her head; George was baffled when he realized the meaning of her incomplete poem,

Blood keeps pouring out of my shoulder. I am not healing. I look at the spear I was pierced with. Sliver. I've been poisoned. I fall into the mud. Eyes blurry as I watch Sharona approach slowing, letting out a loud evil laughter that echos in the storm. Is that it? I thought. Is this the end? Father, Mother.

Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. I recognized it as a passage from T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land,” certainly a sad choice for an expectant mother. She’d been afraid, and she hadn’t been sure what she’d been afraid of.

They wander through the deep, Dark and scary forest Unsure of where exactly they should go They must keep going ‘Cos danger is lurking And slowing down can be fatal Even at the sight of solace Tragedy strikes again We watch our heroine cry As she loses one more treasure -PenaciousShewa

Was she truly willing to sacrifice everything, including her own humanity, for the sake of vengeance and loyalty to Stanley? With a heavy sigh, Sharon closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her as she sought solace within the depths of her own thoughts. She traced the contours of the poisoned blade with her fingertips, its cool touch sending shivers down her spine. The weight of her decision pressed upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her under its immense burden.

“As far as you, I have never seen a more pathetic male. If you can’t recognize the value of a good wife, then you don’t deserve her.” Shaw moved to my side again, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me out of the crowd. “Come on, I will take you to clean your dress.” I considered arguing with him that my dress was fine, but I kept my mouth shut. Although I didn’t feel comfortable around Shaw, it would be the perfect opportunity to see if he knew anything about the issues between the royal families or the turned-wolves in the area. Allowing him to lead me out, I ignored Zydan when he called out my name.

It now means authorship,a difference poets insist on but tyrants pretend not to understand. “How do you feel?” I asked. She tilted her head, as if listening to a sound only she could hear. “Like the room is a little too slow,” she said, frowning. “As if I’m waiting for it to finish speaking.” “Good,” I said. “You have stopped borrowing time. It has begun borrowing you.” She swayed then, not collapse, but the body’s humble reminder that transformation eats glucose too. Maria stepped forward with a small cup; inside the liquid looked black but tasted like iron and rosehips. She sipped. Color returned to her lips.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!