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Hello! I'm new here and this is my first ever short story. I'm not a very good writer and I'm all up for criticism! 
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This is an interpretation I wrote for my English class. It's based on the poem, Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening :
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The Inheritance Cycle: After a thousand years.
He stared out into the sky. He could see the lights of Alagaesia. It had changed so much. He didn’t know who the ruler was but he was sure no-one could see them. Looking down, he saw him, his own father, still there in his diamond tomb. “What are we doing here master? Why did you bring us here?” the young rider asked with curiosity. But Eragon was in his own world and voices had become numb. The only sound was the gushing wind and the heavy breadths of both their dragons. It was so cold that if his tears were frozen, he wouldn’t be surprised. He could feel Saphira’s comforting presence. He wanted to be with him, go back to the way it was a hundred years ago. Brom finally seemed at peace, protected by the diamonds on his tomb but secrets still lured deep inside him. But Eragon knew he couldn’t stay, not now. He had promises to keep and a long way to go before he could return. Flashes of memories went through his mind, all those good times. “If I could only have that life for one more day” he whispered to himself and turned around and left.
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PS: For this story,I got inspiration from the song Moments!
Hope you liked it!
Hope you liked it!
