Trapped
by Ember Rose
Trapped, Albert was trapped, In the library of all places, he knew there was only had a certain amount of time before they found him. Albert, a poor boy with nothing to his name,save the clothes on his back, and his fathers pocketwatch. He along with his mother and sister lived in the Alley, and dark,dank,rat-infested place.His Mother had gotten a real high fever a couple days ago and had been sick before that,and she couldn't sit with them to beg by the side of the street anymore. Albert tried to push the memory from his mind, but he couldn't. Mother, that poor sickley being who coughs too much for it to be normal, that poor woman whose face is as pale as snow and her bones sticking out of the tattered homespun dress, Margaeret whose looks like a paper doll to fragile to pick up for fear of breaking it. Guiltily Albert looked down at the loaf of bread in his hands, he knew it was wrong to steal, but there was no other alternative, His Mother and Sister needed the bread, but where would he tell them he got it ?Albert pushed the thought of them out of his head and tried to remember the good times, Dad his tough leathery, weatherworn features and his warm homley smile, their little cottage by the seashore, momma , smiling, Margaret laughing. They had never had any extra money to speak of, but they always had enough food,and they had eachother.Those were the happy days, but them the news, those great big men at the door their heads bowed, trying to pluck up enough courage to say it "Father Dead?", we were all speachless the news hit us with like an unexpected tital wave.The men did their best to comfort us kids,by telling us that it was an accident, and that he saved someones life, but mother was unconsoleable.Mother had never been strong, but now we could tell she was even weaker her face got paler, we had no source of money to pay the rent due in the following week , and not much money for the much needed groceries.We stayed in our cottage till the last of the money ran out, then we packed our belongings which were two gunnie sacs, and an old rocking chair. We went to the city, where we sold the rocking chair, which paid for our supper and did little else, Albert remembered waking up hungry for the first time. As Albert recalled these dreadful memories hot tears stung his eyes threatening to fall , Albert quickly brushed them away and sought about to find a way out.The library was a brick building, small, musty, with books every where. The librarian had gone home and left the door locked, but ajar. Albert had slipped inside just as the police bell sounded, he ran to the back of the room hwere he knew there was a small window he could poosibly squeeze through. ht e window was 5 feet off the groud and Albert could just barely reache the top with his fingers. He could now here the door on the knocking on the door , and the persistant voice demanding him to unlatch he door. he grabbed the old cart used to wheel books around and pushed ti to the window, he climbed up on it and tried to unlatch the window, it was an old window , he could tell it hadn't been open in a long time, pushing with all hismight he finally succeded in openin it, he looked out the window and to his dismay saw the constables running to the assistance of the man at the door. He rised his foot to place on the ledge and just as his foot landed the cart slipped and left him struggling to regain his balance and put his other leg on the sill, Finally out, Albert started double tailing back to the Alley , a place where he knew there would be safetey, but he couldn't run, as soon as he sprinted off and landed on his left foot he collapsed as the rush of maddening pain shot upward toward his thigh, His ancle felt like it had been cut off, the pain was almost unbearable, he resisted the urge to cry out,. thankfully . The next thing he knew the constables were rushing past the alley where he lay, in the direction of the docks, He didn't know why they left, but a wave of relief swept over him, and he began to limp home.
by Ember Rose
Trapped, Albert was trapped, In the library of all places, he knew there was only had a certain amount of time before they found him. Albert, a poor boy with nothing to his name,save the clothes on his back, and his fathers pocketwatch. He along with his mother and sister lived in the Alley, and dark,dank,rat-infested place.His Mother had gotten a real high fever a couple days ago and had been sick before that,and she couldn't sit with them to beg by the side of the street anymore. Albert tried to push the memory from his mind, but he couldn't. Mother, that poor sickley being who coughs too much for it to be normal, that poor woman whose face is as pale as snow and her bones sticking out of the tattered homespun dress, Margaeret whose looks like a paper doll to fragile to pick up for fear of breaking it. Guiltily Albert looked down at the loaf of bread in his hands, he knew it was wrong to steal, but there was no other alternative, His Mother and Sister needed the bread, but where would he tell them he got it ?Albert pushed the thought of them out of his head and tried to remember the good times, Dad his tough leathery, weatherworn features and his warm homley smile, their little cottage by the seashore, momma , smiling, Margaret laughing. They had never had any extra money to speak of, but they always had enough food,and they had eachother.Those were the happy days, but them the news, those great big men at the door their heads bowed, trying to pluck up enough courage to say it "Father Dead?", we were all speachless the news hit us with like an unexpected tital wave.The men did their best to comfort us kids,by telling us that it was an accident, and that he saved someones life, but mother was unconsoleable.Mother had never been strong, but now we could tell she was even weaker her face got paler, we had no source of money to pay the rent due in the following week , and not much money for the much needed groceries.We stayed in our cottage till the last of the money ran out, then we packed our belongings which were two gunnie sacs, and an old rocking chair. We went to the city, where we sold the rocking chair, which paid for our supper and did little else, Albert remembered waking up hungry for the first time. As Albert recalled these dreadful memories hot tears stung his eyes threatening to fall , Albert quickly brushed them away and sought about to find a way out.The library was a brick building, small, musty, with books every where. The librarian had gone home and left the door locked, but ajar. Albert had slipped inside just as the police bell sounded, he ran to the back of the room hwere he knew there was a small window he could poosibly squeeze through. ht e window was 5 feet off the groud and Albert could just barely reache the top with his fingers. He could now here the door on the knocking on the door , and the persistant voice demanding him to unlatch he door. he grabbed the old cart used to wheel books around and pushed ti to the window, he climbed up on it and tried to unlatch the window, it was an old window , he could tell it hadn't been open in a long time, pushing with all hismight he finally succeded in openin it, he looked out the window and to his dismay saw the constables running to the assistance of the man at the door. He rised his foot to place on the ledge and just as his foot landed the cart slipped and left him struggling to regain his balance and put his other leg on the sill, Finally out, Albert started double tailing back to the Alley , a place where he knew there would be safetey, but he couldn't run, as soon as he sprinted off and landed on his left foot he collapsed as the rush of maddening pain shot upward toward his thigh, His ancle felt like it had been cut off, the pain was almost unbearable, he resisted the urge to cry out,. thankfully . The next thing he knew the constables were rushing past the alley where he lay, in the direction of the docks, He didn't know why they left, but a wave of relief swept over him, and he began to limp home.
My Guardian Star
By: Ember Rose
When the flames are cold and dead,
I lay my brow upon my bed.
I gaze up o’er the lofty skies,
And view them through my wistful eyes.
Twinkling brightly in the dark,
Are the celestial, noble beings.
Who with their careful diadems,
Protect us from prevailing dangers.
O Guardian of the Midnight Depths,
Watch about me as I rest my troubles.
O ye hung from alabaster thread,
Whose jubilant radiance shines forever!
Glimmer On, Glimmer On!
And protect me as I sleep tonight,
O my angel of the night!
By: Ember Rose
When the flames are cold and dead,
I lay my brow upon my bed.
I gaze up o’er the lofty skies,
And view them through my wistful eyes.
Twinkling brightly in the dark,
Are the celestial, noble beings.
Who with their careful diadems,
Protect us from prevailing dangers.
O Guardian of the Midnight Depths,
Watch about me as I rest my troubles.
O ye hung from alabaster thread,
Whose jubilant radiance shines forever!
Glimmer On, Glimmer On!
And protect me as I sleep tonight,
O my angel of the night!
