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I'm not sure how i should do this, i'm doing short stories, each two pages, but should i put them together or separate or how? Anyways, enjoy the stories. Sorry if they are a little violent. Thanks AZN_North for the instructions . One quick note: I don't approve of underage sex or rape, but please keep it in mind that this is 4,000 years ago when human life was short. I know it doesn't make it right. This will be mostly a story of my imagination, so don't take a lot of things as facts from this story. I will use all six ideas that you guys voted for, and will devote five days to each story idea. Thanks again for the votes.

Here's link for my Nanowrimo stories for those who want to read Right above you.

Your feedback is appreciated and is welcomed in this thread.

Here is the story below; hope you guys enjoy it.

Timeless Love or Journey Through Times
an excerpt
Prologue

Ages pass, years built on years, decades follow, then centuries, and at last, a few millennia. Still, it exists, this book. It writes stories, but not just any kind of stories. They are stories of white females, with males of different race.

It is said, whoever finds this book is lucky. These are the tales from this book, of love that withstood centuries of time, and never eroded. This is the first tale from this book.

Beginnings

4,000 Years ago…
City of gold, city of silver, Bhaal blessed us today. “Seia,” a voice calls out. My name. Eyes are shielded. Winds are the sun, they blow right through. It is Aska, my sister.

“Yes?”

I see her, short, blonde, and eyes always on the sand, lack of speech. Men like her; they want her as their wife. “The decision, it shall be made today.”

“What decision?”

“The decision.” Short, clipped. I remember now. “We have to go now. We might be next.”

Hands touch, I jerk forward, and follow her. The winds continue to blow, as if a god is angry with us. But it cannot be, only recently did Bhaal bless us with riches, and only now my mother had given birth to a boy.
People become as fast as the winds themselves, all heading in the same direction. Buildings pass us, tall and majestic. The priest will speak soon. Today, he will bestow his blessings on this tribe. It is said; Bhaal himself will come down on this special day! “Sister,” Aska begins.

“Yes?”

“Today is the Moon Festival, is it not?”

“Yes.”

Moon Festival, a day for celebrating the goddess who created the women, and on this day, the women got to stand next to the revered priest.

The priest then will utter prophecies about every woman who is gathered onstage. “A proud day to be part of Moab-Asher” Name of my nation, of where I live.

“Yes,” I reply. I do not know who dares to address me so.

“Hi,”

I turn around, and see my sister’s suitor. His name is Ahkerah. Tall, bearded, dresses like a Greek, though he is not. “Hello,” Automatically, sand covers my vision. Knees dig into the sand, its tossed into my hair. A greeting ritual, when a male talks to a female.

“A great day,” he says, after I am finished.

“Yes,” I reply. “Moon Festivals are my favorite times.”

“Has a priest made a prophecy about you?”

“Nay, today is my first time.”

“What will you do if it shall be a negative prophecy?”

“I will cleanse myself, and pray to Asherah,” I reply.

“What of Aska?”

“She has to wait two more cycles before the prophecy can begin.”

“She will become my wife, will she not?”

“Of course, why do you worry?”

“I will not,” Aska interjected. “I want to be someone’s first wife, not last.”

“You are very beautiful, as beautiful as flower on a cactus.”

“Do not forget that cactus itself grows needles, and they prick if you reach for the flower.”

“Aska,” I exclaim. “You do not have a right to be this callous!”

“Seia, I have every right to be this callous. I do not want him.”

“He wants you though,”

“Humph, let us go to the priest. I want to know what prophecy he shall make that will concern you.”
Aska and I, along with Ahkerah, ran towards the priest, where the last of the crowd came forward. Today, I shall know my destiny, and my husband.

The Prophecy

4,000 Years ago…
Screams are louder than sandstorms and the priest, among the sea of people, becomes visible. Tall, shaven, no hair. He wears clothes from Egypt, dressed in their style! A desecration, faces around me become horrified that he could be Egyptian himself! “Oh El! Bless us on this wonderful day, this day, attributed to your wife Asherah!” Again, cheers and screams. “Grant me visions to see the future of this wonderful nation of Moab-Asher! Named after you Goddess! Now today we begin a new year, a new life. Bless us this year, and bless the men, women and children who are part of this nation!” Silence. “Women who have not had their prophecy reading, please step forward, and allow Asherah to tell you on what shall happen to you!” Aska pushed me up, and along with other women, I walked forward.

The priest began, word-by-word, describing prophecies of women. I am to be last. Twenty prophecies are good; the women are destined to be on top, to be married to men who control the city life. Forty, however, are not well.

At last, it is my turn. “Seia,” the priest begins. I stand still. “You do not know your history, do you? No one has told you?”

“No, my priest.”

“I shall tell you, in front of everyone else.”

“Thank you.”

“It shall not be pretty though.”

“It is okay, my priest.”

“Two thousand years ago, there is a man named Abraham. He had a nephew, Lot. Now Lot was a man who thought with his head, very clever and astute. Lot lived in Sodom, which you no doubt have heard of. It was destroyed by lightning and earthquakes!”

Shudders all around. I am mystified. Why does priest tell that story?

“When it was destroyed, Lot ran away with his two daughters. These two daughters slept with Lot, and thus begot sons, who are ancestors of Seia and Aska! Lot’s two daughters are cursed, and it is prophesied that this curse passes down, from woman to woman. In Seia’s family, every woman who is born is cursed. Men escape this curse, but women carry it on!” I am shocked that he is accusing my family of this! Has this nation not been prosperous? “For as long as Seia’s family stays here, we are all cursed for eternity! I see fires from the sky, our glorious nation is destroyed into smithereens, and all that we have worked for is no more. Men! All of you! Be forewarned; do not take any woman from Seia’s family as a wife! Do not curse your families! From now on, treat Seia’s family as if they are invisible. Asherah! Bless this nation! Cleanse us from the curse of Seia’s family! Cleanse us Asherah! Cleanse us!”

He prostrated himself in front of the people, touching his forehead, and eyes are closed. I remain standing. I want to cry, to scream and to kill him. How could he say these things about my family? I know he is lying! He has to be lying! “Priest, what shall happen to me?”

Gasps all around. No one dares to interrupt the priest! A taboo! “You have had your prophecy reading Seia! Get away from this sacred ground before you curse all of us!”

Yells of rage follow me around. The priest stands up and comes before me. Wind rushes forward, as my body rushes back. Ouch! “Seia has desecrated our holy ritual! She shall pay!”

“Wait!” Voice of my mother. “Do not punish Seia, my priest. She is only a girl, only sixteen summers!”

“She desecrated our holy site! She deserves to be taught a lesson!”

“She will know better, please my priest, do not do this to Seia.”

To be taught a lesson by a priest is not good. If the priest is displeased by a woman, he has sex with her, whether she herself wants it or not, matters not to him.

Luck is not with me. After he is done, he pushes me from the sacred ground. “Do what you will with her!” He screams. None touch me. I become a cocoon, the sea from my eyes mixes with sand. “Get her and her family away from here! Let us stone the family!”

Screams get picked up quickly. A mob forms. And it is ready to kill my whole family! Oh Asherah! Please let us live, I pray silently. Please let us escape quickly.

The Escape

4,000 years ago…
“Quickly, run, don’t look back,” Mother commanded us. “I am sorry you had to go through this Seia, I am sorry that your life is ruined.”

I sit, the sight is invisible, I cannot move. I do not have time to sit idly by. They are coming to kill me. “Seia,” My sister, Aska. “Please get up.”

“I cannot, I do not want to.”

“Seia,” Mother seems lost. “Please, darling, please, you are the oldest, you are the one responsible for Aska and Arkem.”

“I will never be married, I will become one of those women. None will want me as a wife…after what the priest has done to me.”

“Do not think about that, think of your baby brother, your sister. They need you.” I hear her sigh. “Please stand up for me darling. Please do not fail them.”

Warmth, wet, my sister’s touch. “Seia,” her voice, fragile. “Do you want all of us to die? I am not ready to go into underworld. That priest, you saw how he was dressed. He was dressed like an Egyptian! He is an affront!”

“He used to be a good priest,”

“Seia,” her voice changes to pleading. I feel something heavy being placed into my arms. It is Arkem. Holding him…it is magic. I stand up. I cannot let my baby brother die. I want for him to know life. “Let’s go!” She screams. I bid my mother goodbye, and along with Aska, we run away.

My old life became smaller and smaller, a speck within the sand. The wind is harsh, as if the gods themselves want me to die. Screams are getting louder, the people, they are visible! We need to get away; perhaps then they won’t kill us, if they cannot see us.

Aska seems to have read my mind. We run faster, and almost trip. A shock, I fall, and Arkem falls from my hands. “Arkem!” I scream. I watch as Aska sprints faster, and to my relief, grabs Arkem. He begins to wail. I stand up, and we run again.

She signs, using short hand sign. “You,” She signs. “Me, hide, need.”

“I know.” I sign back to her.

We are almost there, almost to the gates! Finally, we pass the gates. Seeing us escape their city, they do not follow us. I am relieved.

This is not the time to be relieved. Aska and I have no food, we have almost nothing, and we have Arkem to watch out for.

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there are some major publishing sites for music like cd baby that once you agree to the membership agreements, they become the sole web publishing exclusive for that uploaded piece.

i would read the agreement before too much is invested. nice start.

writing novels takes daily discipline....hard at first...30 pages a day and in a month you have a rough that you can edit......

it's work.

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Enjoy the stories everyone, i promise that tomorrow more will come

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Very good beginning Sveta.

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I don't think it's too violent.

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Man, you are one typing machine. I like the ideas you have going on here. I can imagine typing out ideas the way you do, it is not easy proof-reading them. If you want my input do ask. But I do like what you have going on here. Thanks for providing a leisurely read for us.

I think you have done a very good job so far on it. I didn't think it was too violent because you didn't go into much detail about it.