

Chapter Twenty-FiveAka knocked on the door. When it became obvious there would be no answer he casually opened it, yet a pang of sadness went through him; Kaelem was sitting on the bed, back straight and eyes glazed over, staring at a stain on the wall. A single candle burned somnolently, as if taking on the characteristics of his sons mood. Kaelems eyes widened when Aka stepped into the room.Chapter Twenty-Five
It is okay Kaelem. Aka tried to reassure. He sat next to his son. Lily-Annas words echoed through his mind. No more secrets.
Shadows flickered over their faces from the candles flame. Orange colours


Chapter Twenty-FourHe watched the girl getting comfortable; he didnt mind her staying there. In fact he wished her there, hoped that she would return each night; she was someone who knew who he was and wouldnt tell, he knew she wouldnt tell. He was glad of the unobtrusive company.Chapter Twenty-Four
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He now had his ear pierced, the sign of the Haukea. He was truly one of them, yet he also had black hair. What were they trying to do, trick the Keahi?
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Kaelem went to the sea, but something was different. The atmosphere was tense. Then he saw her coming towards him.
For the fi


Chapter Twenty-ThreeKaelem entered the house on Dunmow Hill; after all that had passed he wasn’t about to forget his promise to his little sister.Chapter Twenty-Three
He heard the television when he walked through the door, and so went into the living room. His step-father was watching a low budget film, but there was no sign of Aolani.
“Have you seen the news lately Kaelem?” Dillon asked.
“No.” Kaelem answered.
There was a long silence that followed, tension raised as Kaelem heard Dillon’s breathing become louder.
“I know what you have done.” Kaelem jumped at his step-dad’s sudden ou
Devious Comments
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"If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint."-Edward Hopper
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"Our minds will wonder."
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Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties
~ Jules Renard
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* The Magical World of Horses - art gallery and short stories by Suzana Stojanovic, an equine artist and a writer
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Ah, Opium. The mass of the children...
- Wild Oscare on Opium
my spaz.
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Ah, Opium. The mass of the children...
- Wild Oscare on Opium
my spaz.
last.fm
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[Philippians 1:21]
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[Philippians 1:21]
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
~ E.L. Doctorow
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Logic is concerned with the thing as-it-is-known,
Grammar is concerned with the thing-as-it-is-symbolized, and
Rhetoric is concerned with the thing-as-it-is-communicated.
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