Viltinga Rasytoja
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A Fairy Good Birthday
Nearly a month had passed with no opportunity to go to the barn, and Teri was desperate to visit the magical worlds found inside. For years she had avoided that old place; the stories of it being haunted kept everyone away. That all changed when Rodrigo moved into the house by the barn. He had explored the wonders inside many times, having never been tainted by the fears associated with it. He and Teri became great friends from their first meeting. He had invited her to the barn a couple of times before he was finally able to convince her it really was safe. He had tried to tell her how magnificent it was, but she didn’t understand until she went inside and saw the wonders herself.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops and Dreams
I descended from the heavens, my journey was clear and decided. I knew my plan and path; it was to bring great joy and strength to those below. I came down gracefully, my entrance was expected and much anticipated. The heavens burst with light and thunderous song as I escaped the last clouds having built myself up, strong and pure.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Poets
Magic in the Old Barn
Teri stared at the large, old, wood barn, the openings dark and ominous making her think of giant creatures with black hungry eyes and wide open mouths ready to swallow her in an instant. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine and the hair on her arms stood on end. Pushing the thought aside she started towards it, then hesitated remembering all the ghost and horror stories about this barn. No one went near it except on a dare and even then no one she knew had ever gone inside, rumor was, you’d never return if you did.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Agnes’s Agony
Somber excitement filled her heart as she placed supplies in a backpack: food, extra clothes, water, first aid kit, a little love note tucked into the toiletry bag. Tomorrow her love of 24 years would leave for a dangerous journey. Sleep did not come easy and when it did her dreams were filled with blood and gore.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Lindi's Longing
Lindi’s bright blue eyes filled with tears as she gazed at her mother and father through the transparent shield. They were standing just feet from her, yet they were worlds apart. In her palm she held the little gold heart locket, her thumb gently feeling the decorative bumps and on up to the chained bow that her mom always told her meant they were tied together forever. She clenched her hand into a fist, feeling the pressure of the locket inside, as she squeezed her eyes together trying to force the scream building inside from exploding out.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Lindi's Lament
Lindi snuggled down between her parents and looked up in the sky amazed at the millions of specs of light sprinkled across the black. At 12 she was probably a bit old to be sharing a bed with her parents, but here is where she felt comfort, especially camped out in the open. It was not just the animals she feared, but the armies that marched across the land and the bombs that rained down from the heavens. Here though, between her mother and father she felt like everything was going to be fine.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Trial
Tani held the gold heart shaped locket, as she looked out over this unfamiliar city, “Someday, we won’t need the shield, and I will go find you.” Things had not gone as planned since her stepdad tried to kill her and did kill her mom. Well, things had not gone well since her dad’s accident really. First her dad died, then her grandparents, and finally her mom. She had no one else here, all the family she had ever known were dead. She had come up with a plan as she sat looking at her lifeless mother. Her mom still had the locket on, and Tani took it off, and looked at the familiar pictures inside. On one side was a young couple, her grandparents, on the other a young boy and girl, her mom and uncle. The locket was all her mom had left of her parents and brother, and now sadly it was all Tani had left of her mom. Tears rolled down her cheeks, just like they did when her mom would hold the locket. Tani understood better now the pain that came with those tears. Every time she tried to ask her mom about the pictures all she would say was, “They didn’t make it in time.” So, she kissed her mom for the last time and told herself she would go outside the shield and find her family.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Torture
Tani sat in her small room listening to music, one of the few joys in her life. The front door slammed shut, her mom must have forgotten her wallet; she had only left for the store 15 minutes ago. The thought was gone as soon as it came, because her mom did not throw whatever was in her path. Her stepdad home already and drunk of course.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Torment
Tani sat with her back against the rough bark of the giant weeping willow, their special tree. She leaned her head back and stared up at the graceful branches filled with thousands of tiny green leaves; they reached down from the heavens like a protective covering. Tears flowed down her cheeks, like the stream nearby that meandered its way from the distant hills to meet a bigger river. This was not how she envisioned spending their anniversary; yet, here she was desperately missing Andy, hoping to draw some strength and peace from this tree. The tree where they would sit for hours holding hands and sharing secrets, where he asked for her hand in marriage.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Wild Wonders
My mother has always been an avid reader and she installed the love of books in her children as well. There was never a lack of books in our home, they were hanging out in every room and to this day she has an entire room lined with bookshelves filled from top to bottom with books of all kinds. We had frequent visits to the local library, especially after she started working there. I can still picture her sitting in her spot at the kitchen table, the early morning light shining on her and the book she was reading to us, as we ate our breakfast before running off to catch the school bus. After school we would head to the library, find a cozy corner, and dive into a book until she was finished with her shift. One of her responsibilities was doing story time for the little kids. Even as I got older I loved to sit and listen, the magic of books filling the room. She would make cute, fun props and activities to help make story time even better. My favorite was the can of spring snakes she made to go along with the poem “Mother Doesn’t Want a Dog” by Judith Viorst. I can still hear her voice grabbing the attention of the kids as she quoted,
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Families
Dance Drama
1997 was an all around crap year for me. Within the first three weeks my little sister, along with five others, was killed in a horrible accident involving two semi trucks. Aside from the shock of her sudden death, trauma dealing with the knowledge she would need a closed casket viewing, and going through all the firsts with out her; there were the people to deal with. Our community is small, so news of the accident spread quickly and everyone knew about it. Everywhere I went people, even those I didn’t know, would either lower their heads avoiding eye contact or stop me to mumble apologies for my loss. Our home was constantly filled with people coming to give their sympathies. I am an introvert, and naturally awkward, so these interactions were rather draining and embarrassing. I was very thankful everyone was more than willing to be there for us though, it was a difficult time.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Confessions
Language Labors
I was 21 years old and off for an unforgettable experience, a mission trip for my church across the world to the tiny country of Lithuania. I spent two months prior to traveling there learning and practicing the beautiful language. I was told that Lithuanian is one of the hardest languages to learn. I am not sure if that is accurate, but I know from experience it was difficult. I thought I was doing pretty well though, that is until I left the airport. The first time I tried to speak to a Lithuanian it was clear I had miles and miles to go. There is nothing quite like being surrounded by people you can’t understand and who can’t understand you.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Wander