Prologue
I have always hated how we never seem to change. Our town has been the same size since, well, since forever. Never changing, just remaining quaint and familiar. Some people don’t like to come here because they say we make our selves sound too innocent. To me, innocence is that last thing that is Sleepy Hollow. If we were innocence, then my story would have no meaning. And without meaning, there would be no story. I will admit that you may find it to be sad or empty, so I don’t blame you if you want to set it down, and never look at it again. Believe me, if only I could set it off in a corner somewhere to collect dust, I would. But I need to get to the point. I was simple, plain, beautiful, but plain. And my life turned around completely the day he came to town. And he was Icahbod Crane.
Chapter 1.
I walk down the streets, wishing that somehow, when I get to town, that it won’t be the same. That something will be out of place. Just a rock on the wrong side of the road would do me justice. But it is silly of me to wish for things that will never come true. The town is like its name. Sleepy, a perfect description.
I start to see the plain buildings ahead of me. And hear the faint bustle of people shopping and laughing, about the most boring things. I know that we have all heard Mrs. Kueper’s chicken story, enough times. But it has seemed to have been the only piece of gossip around here for years now. I know that behind her back, Brom used to laugh about her cattiness. But even he has now grown tired of it.
I see now that I have reached the village, and I take my first step into town. A wave of plainness washes over me. Like a veil being draped over a coffin.
I pass the little Blacksmith shop, and feel the soft rush of hot air. Next is the small inn that houses six people and can only board one. A silly idea to call it an inn to me. Now I see the Bakery, my destination. When my mother died, my father made me take over all her work, and I have been doing it ever since. And the first thing she would do, was go to the Bakery.
I stop to smell the aroma coming from the open windows, then I step inside and walk to the small counter.
“Hello Katrina!” The friendly old cook greets me. “What can I get for you today?” He smiles as though he has something to live for. Even though I know he is secretly miserable.
“Just the usual.” I smile in response.
He steps back and grabs two loaves of oat bread, six muffins and a cinnamon biscuit.
“I only need the bread and muffins, Baker Schepper.” I try to sound polite as possible, without also making a funny face. Apparently I do that a lot.
“Oh, I know. The biscuit is a gift. You have a long walk home from here.” He winks and hands me the breads in a neat little package.
“Well, thank you.” I smile, and start to pick up the bread, but someone swoops in behind me and picks it up before I can even say something.
“I’ll get that for you.” Brom says after he lifts up the food.
I turn and he flashes me a smile. Then he nods to Baker Schepper, and walks me out the door.
“Hello, Bro-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming into town today?” He then walks us around a corner and sets the packages on the ground.
“Well, I thought that I would-” But before I can finish my sentence, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“Brom,” I pull away. “We’re in town. You can’t kiss me like that here.” I look at him but see no change of idea in his face.
“Why not? No one can see us back here.” He smiles and pulls me in again, but I speak before he can kiss me.
“If you ever want my father to allow me to marry you, then you need to be more sophisticated with me when were around all our friends and neighbors.”
This suddenly changes his mind and he lets me go, and picks the packages back up.
“So, can I walk you home?” He smiles sweetly, and I know he got the message.
“I’m sure Father won’t mind.” I place my hand on his arm and we head back towards the farm.
I have always hated how we never seem to change. Our town has been the same size since, well, since forever. Never changing, just remaining quaint and familiar. Some people don’t like to come here because they say we make our selves sound too innocent. To me, innocence is that last thing that is Sleepy Hollow. If we were innocence, then my story would have no meaning. And without meaning, there would be no story. I will admit that you may find it to be sad or empty, so I don’t blame you if you want to set it down, and never look at it again. Believe me, if only I could set it off in a corner somewhere to collect dust, I would. But I need to get to the point. I was simple, plain, beautiful, but plain. And my life turned around completely the day he came to town. And he was Icahbod Crane.
Chapter 1.
I walk down the streets, wishing that somehow, when I get to town, that it won’t be the same. That something will be out of place. Just a rock on the wrong side of the road would do me justice. But it is silly of me to wish for things that will never come true. The town is like its name. Sleepy, a perfect description.
I start to see the plain buildings ahead of me. And hear the faint bustle of people shopping and laughing, about the most boring things. I know that we have all heard Mrs. Kueper’s chicken story, enough times. But it has seemed to have been the only piece of gossip around here for years now. I know that behind her back, Brom used to laugh about her cattiness. But even he has now grown tired of it.
I see now that I have reached the village, and I take my first step into town. A wave of plainness washes over me. Like a veil being draped over a coffin.
I pass the little Blacksmith shop, and feel the soft rush of hot air. Next is the small inn that houses six people and can only board one. A silly idea to call it an inn to me. Now I see the Bakery, my destination. When my mother died, my father made me take over all her work, and I have been doing it ever since. And the first thing she would do, was go to the Bakery.
I stop to smell the aroma coming from the open windows, then I step inside and walk to the small counter.
“Hello Katrina!” The friendly old cook greets me. “What can I get for you today?” He smiles as though he has something to live for. Even though I know he is secretly miserable.
“Just the usual.” I smile in response.
He steps back and grabs two loaves of oat bread, six muffins and a cinnamon biscuit.
“I only need the bread and muffins, Baker Schepper.” I try to sound polite as possible, without also making a funny face. Apparently I do that a lot.
“Oh, I know. The biscuit is a gift. You have a long walk home from here.” He winks and hands me the breads in a neat little package.
“Well, thank you.” I smile, and start to pick up the bread, but someone swoops in behind me and picks it up before I can even say something.
“I’ll get that for you.” Brom says after he lifts up the food.
I turn and he flashes me a smile. Then he nods to Baker Schepper, and walks me out the door.
“Hello, Bro-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming into town today?” He then walks us around a corner and sets the packages on the ground.
“Well, I thought that I would-” But before I can finish my sentence, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“Brom,” I pull away. “We’re in town. You can’t kiss me like that here.” I look at him but see no change of idea in his face.
“Why not? No one can see us back here.” He smiles and pulls me in again, but I speak before he can kiss me.
“If you ever want my father to allow me to marry you, then you need to be more sophisticated with me when were around all our friends and neighbors.”
This suddenly changes his mind and he lets me go, and picks the packages back up.
“So, can I walk you home?” He smiles sweetly, and I know he got the message.
“I’m sure Father won’t mind.” I place my hand on his arm and we head back towards the farm.
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the wall and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the wall and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told i'm here so dont you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you thats all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
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Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars or anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. Next we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? Space and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and space. If there exists no thing but something is present then is there really nothing there? Space is infinite so nothingness is infinity. There is only infinite nothingness. Life was a miracle. Now please define nothing to me.
Bonus Questions: What would be the temperature in infinite nothingness in the absence of (thing, matter, reality)?
Is reality really life?
Imagine how cool it could be to be a real life mermaid. Well you can be.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.
All you have to do is do the steps right and I hope it works it worked on me im a real mermaid.
What you will need:
A cup of water
Salt
A strand of your hair
A bracelet or necklace for your symbol
Put the salt in a bowl
Then put your hair in the bowl
Dip your symbol and hands in the bowl and chant
Guardian of the sea oh please make me a mermaid and we will see how great of a mermaid I will be and how polite and brave I am oh please make me a bold mermaid I hope you do and thank you.