Novel I’m working on. @CopyrightKRH12

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*Shh I think you may wake her. Just go back to sleep Kiar.* I laid there clutching my sheets. I heard Niam speaking silently to Jesiah but I knew he was just trying to let me rest after what I had been through. Games are childish when it comes to me. I lived 16 years of my life fighting literally for what I believe is true. I am by far wealthy but I make do with what I got and can get. Am I a hunter? Well you can say I hunt for game to feed my family. But now it is more than that. Ever since Rylan came into the scene and destroyed half the town and homes here in Ukrial. Ukrial is a hidden country. Nobody knows that it lies between the mountains in NantChester Moors. Ukrial was a quiet town. People kept to themselves and only spoke to each other. We got by on pure instincts and what we knew. We made do from what we could get from off the land and nearby. But Rylan found us. Stole from us. Took some of our people and then killed whoever got in his way. But the fight never ceased. It still continues. But in secrecy. That is why I hunt not only for food but also for the others who came from Gritmas Barrow in Esttock. Esttock is beyond the other mountain ridge in a valley in Castrow. The next country over to the east. The people there are unruly and mean. They don’t prosper from what they grow or hunt because they steal from other neighboring cities or countries. They use our people like slaves to grow the food they eat. To hunt. To turn the animal pelts into clothing of sorts. And if they refuse then they are killed and taken to be buried in nearby woods or dumped in a nearby lake or river. Never to be seen again for a proper burial.
My name is Alelsea. I was born here sixteen years ago. When I was five, I lost my mother as she gave birth to my little sister Jesiah. We call her Kiar meaning tiny where we come from. She is only eight but smart for her age. I guess that is because she watches me when I work. Our father taught me how to hunt with a makeshift bow and to set traps and how to hunt with a knife. He also taught me how to fight with my fists and with a sword. At twelve I watched him die. I felt helpless. He was attacked by a black bear as we were hunting one evening. It attacked him out of nowhere from behind. I watched as my father screamed for me to run and not look back. But for what seemed forever I was frozen. After I heard the sickening thud, I ran. After that I never let my guard down. And I don’t talk about his death. I raise my sister. I keep her fed and clothed and do chores as well as hunt. My best friend is Carnea. Carnea is also a hunter and lost his only brother to Rylan. His father is ill and his mother works hard selling trades to our people here. He understands me better than any I know. He and I grew up together and we vowed to die together. We hunt and fish together as well as trade pelt for weaponry. And he fights along beside me in this war that has been created now.
@CopyrightKRH12

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Spoken Word

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I love you. I love you more than the man in the moon. I love you more than I’ll see you real soon. I love you more. Than the breath upon the night sky. More than any star floating up high. I love you more. Than the whisper upon your cheeks. More than all the things that make my weeks. I love you more. Than I love the sweetness upon my tongue. More than what will make us forever young. I love you more. Than the songs ever written in time. More than words ever written in rhyme. I love you more. Than the endless ocean or sea. More than as far as the eagle could ever see. I love you more. Than the beating of my own heart. I loved you more. More right from the start.
@CopyrightKRH12
Kelli R. Hall
6-29-12
I love you

Spoken Poetry

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No words written in time. No words describing in rhyme. Could ever tell my love for her. Of true love and how we occur. Her beauty is beyond compare. As I lay watching with loving care. The smell of her hair. Loves beautiful affair. Wrapping her up and holding her tight. Her taste on my tongue in full moon light. The sun kissing the sweetness of her soft skin. The stars keeping our secrets of where we begin. Her eyes shining brighter than the moon. Making love to her until it’s noon. Feeling her lashing out against my breast. Making love to her as only I know best. The sweat that runs down the creases of her body like dew. Tastes like the summer breeze refreshing and new. Feeling her deep within. The night is where it did begin. The touch of her embrace. Keeps me hidden like a safe place. The warmth of her body against mine. Making love to her in sweet Devine. The morning sun upon her face. Reminds me of heaven in all it’s grace. The feel of her breath upon my set. Making it rain but only two getting wet. To kiss the lips that taste sweet like honey upon mine. Is like kissing heaven in the great Devine. And when she finally comes to be. I hear her whisper make love to me.
Written By
Kelli R. Hall
6-9-12
@CopyrightKRH12
Make Love

Please comment. This is just a taste of what is to come. I write mostly spoken word (just like this one). So please give me some feedback on what you think. And I do take requests. Thank you.

Me

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Just a little bit about me. I live in Kentucky out in the country. I love to do just about anything really. I love to enjoy the outdoors mostly. But like anyone else, I like to enjoy life to the fullest. But what I love most is to write. That’s because I am a published author. If I couldn’t write then I would truly be lost. But one thing I forgot to say here is that I am a openly proud lesbian. But it’s not what defines me as a human being. With that said, I hope you enjoy my writings and get to know more about me in later blogs. Enjoy commenting and have a great day.