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This was what I had to write for a Music History Take-home test. Keep in mind that at this point in time, someone "learned" you how to do something, while now it is considered correct to say "teach" or "taught" someone to do something.

Please leave your comments/critiques. Feel free to take a guess at when in history this occured, as there are enough hints throughout the story to give you indications (though you may need to look up dates). Oh, and the genre is historical fiction.

Wilhelm Back slowly trudged through the snow, lugging his cello case with absolute discomfort. He hated the snow, but more importantly, he hated what the weather would do to his instrument, warping it if he left it too near the small fireplace in the miniature room (???If you could even qualify it as a room,??? he half-snickered to himself in near despair as he moved along) above the store he lived in. In truth, it was barely a room, as the roof was caving in on itself in places; parts of the wall facing west had holes in it, and absolutely everything became soaking wet when it rained. There was hardly any warmth retained as the wind cut right through it, but it was the only thing he could afford on his measly salary from playing at the local opera house and occasionally playing for a few of the wealthier aristocracy to be found in the town of Wittenberg. This winter, however, had been one of the worst in his memory, and he often doubted his choice to move there in the first place.

Wilhelm was the youngest of 5, though only he and his eldest brother had lived past the age of 4. The two of them had been born and had grown up together in Haigerloch, yet eventually his brother Konrad had moved away to study music in Ehingen an der Donau and Zwiefalten. A person of great faith, Konrad had traveled home after a few years away to announce to the family that he had joined a monastery in Ottobeuren, where he would be teaching and leading the choir there. Wilhelm had been only 6 at the time, and while he had been happy that his brother had found something he could be happy doing for the rest of his life, he???d been somewhat bitter, knowing that he???d been left alone without a sibling to look up to.

Within a year, however, his father had offered to start learning him how to play his old cello with a few of the local composers, and he had happily agreed. Looking back on it now, he wondered with a bit of remorse that he had not tha

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fotnfatrod7 Jun 20090comments

"I love you"fotnfatrod

A quick short drabble/letter that I wrote a year or two ago. Names changed to protect... myself... and... others...

To my dearest friend-

I love you. There is no denying it. I can???t; I???m not allowed to. But I love you, and I know it. I???ve tried to not love you, but it???s like trying to teach the child not to touch the pretty blue flame that dances and flickers with the desire to touch, to feel its soft kiss upon the skin. I just don???t get how I can love you this much, I really don???t. I haven???t known you for that long, and it???s not like we see each other all that often either. And I know that I can???t, that I have to stop. But something inside is not letting me avert these feelings, and until that happens, I know I won???t be able to stop wishing, to stop hoping for the impossibly wrong??? It???s wrong, and I know it??? and here I am, sinning like the weakling that I am, unable to shake this love I feel for you from my mind.

I don???t want to take you away from Sora, I don???t. My mind and heart are in agreement on that. But that doesn???t mean that part of me doesn???t wish that you weren???t with her to begin with, and for that reason, I hate myself. I hate myself for loving you this much. I can???t seem to help myself though. Every time I???m with you, my heart can???t help but flutter and skip a beat. I love you, I can???t stress that enough to you. But with you, it???s all about our friendship. Friendship is the only thing that you and I seem to be allowed to have, despite the fact that you know I love you. You???ve even admitted to me that you care about me; that you like me. But because of her, we can never be anything more than just friends. Especially if what she said about you wanting to marry her is true??? It???s times like this that I just don???t get you; that I don???t understand where you???re coming from. Every other time you and I talk about things, I understand, I comprehend where you???re coming from. But when this subject comes up, you???re a brick wall. You???re the stone-faced British Guard standing in front of the palace, guarding your inner thoughts and feelings without even a single flicker of emotion on your face??? Let me in, dear friend, please let me in. I sincerely want to understand you, to be able to know where you???re coming from on this. Can???t you see how much you mean to me?

I have been trying to not love you so much, dear friend, I really have. But eve

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fotnfatrod7 Jun 20091comment

The Nema Files- Prologuefotnfatrod

Prologue- The Beginning

She fell to the ground once again, the left side of her face stinging in pain. Why were people so cruel? Why couldn???t they pick on someone else? Why couldn???t she be normal like everyone else?

???Come on Nema, get up and fight me,??? a twisted voice taunted from above her. A foot collided with her side and she groaned in pain, fighting the urge to vomit.

???DERICK!???

That must be the monitor, she thought. Slowly she tried to turn on her back or at least to her side, but she found that such an action caused considerable pain.

A pair of rough hands pulled her to her feet. She swayed for a moment, the world spinning as if she had ridden the merry-go-round for hours before she sank to her knees once more. She was aware dimly of a chubby woman about 6 feet tall staring down a young boy her age, shaking her finger at him in warning.

???Derick, what have I told you about fighting people? Haven???t I told you enough times this week alone that fighting will end up with people hurt? How many times must I remind you????

???I???m sorry Ms. Krolihan,??? he muttered gloomily, staring at his shoes.

???This is your last warning: if you attack either Nema or Sapphire one more time, I???ll be notifying your parents.???

The boy looked up at Ms. Krolihan and then over to Nema. A small grin appeared on his face as he watched Nema try to stand once more, only to fail and look as if she might spill her lunch.

???Wipe that smile off your face or I???ll call them now,??? Ms. Krolihan warned in a loud, booming voice.

???It don???t matter none, my parents hate them both just as much as I do,??? he spat before turning around and running off into the school.

Ms. Krolihan sighed deeply, annoyed at the things children learned at home from their parents. The nerve of some of those parents, picking on defenseless children who didn???t even know why most of them felt the way they did. It wasn???t Nema???s fault, the things that had happened. Nor was it Sapphire???s. In fact, very few people knew what really had happened at all. With the exception of a handful of friends of their parents, not a word was breathed on the subject to anyone.

She turned around and helped the little girl to her feet. She didn???t deserve this, the treatment that was given to her. No seven-year-old should have to deal with the things she did. And

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fotnfatrod7 Jun 20092comments

Gallery Pricesfotnfatrod

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Rotten Costume= 110k
Skeleton Costume= 252k
Ice Fairy Book= 436k
Piano= 900k
Snow Costume= 350k
Water Newth Potion= 475k
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Will haggle these prices. Check out my trades too.

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fotnfatrod7 Jun 20090comments

"A Tale of ??nilthain"fotnfatrod

Oh, and if anyone sees this story here and takes it, you die. I shall send my minions from my poetry site after you and they have promised me that the thief will die a painful, hideous death... 0:-)

???A Tale of ??nilthain???
As Recorded by Heather

?????nilthain????

The now near-adult ch??ld peeked up from her book to greet her mentor, friend, and ???personal??? Dalha. She shook her head ever so slightly and brought her hand over her mouth to signal for quiet.

???Just ??nil,??? she whispered softly, moving her hand back to the book in her lap to turn the page. ?????thain is sleeping... sweet ??thain, he feels so peaceful when he is sleeping...???

The Dalha nodded and settled into the space next to her on the ground. She sighed, leaning back against the moss-covered slab of stone and looked around. The stream where she had played in as a ch??ld had now changed, coming closer to the forest than it had in many monthas. The forest had also endured change, having become overgrown with moss and clinging vines, constantly entangled in an endless knot that blocked out most sunlight. And yet here was the ch??ld that the Prophesy had spoken about, the one who would mark the beginning of change, so perhaps it was to be expected.

Catching a glimpse of what ??nil was reading, she smiled slightly and shook her head. From her view over her shoulder, Nadia Imbleth could read the title at the top of the book???s pages. "The Impossible Dream" by Darken Linto was perhaps one of the most popular romance books among the Dalhas, usually the only ones who were able to read fluently. But Nadia had insisted on teaching her student every little thing she could, and so, against the wishes of ??nilthain???s pada, her studies had begun. Now ??nilthain had become the most fluent reader and writer in the entire area next to herself. Again Nadia sighed, knowing that she would sooner or later have to inform the two Yannas of her discovery, the actual purpose of her sudden visit.

Silence endured between them as the minutes floated by like the clouds above them on a breezy day. ??nil sat in wonder: her friend never came purposeless and she was usually one to get straight to the point. The only reasonable explanation would be that there was something wrong that she did not want to mention. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, ??nil mustered up enough courage to confront her.

???Nadia, w

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fotnfatrod7 Jun 20090comments