Robin Hood: The Hero of Sherwood Forest Robin Hood: The Hero of Sherwood Forest In the heart of medieval England, amidst the towering oaks and whispering leaves of Sherwood Forest, lived a man whose name echoes through the ages — Robin Hood . The legendary outlaw who stole from the rich to give to the poor, Robin Hood stands as a symbol of justice, bravery, and hope against tyranny. Sherwood Forest—the legend’s home. The Man Behind the Legend Robin Hood’s story begins with a man of noble heart, but hunted by the law. Some say he was once a wronged nobleman; others claim he was a commoner stirred by compassion. Whatever his origins, Robin became an outlaw not by choice, but in pursuit of justice. The archer who defied injustice. Life in Sherwood Forest In Sherwood, Robin gathered a loyal band of outlaws—Little John, Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, and more—each committed to defending the poor and resisting the sheriff’s ...
Once a married couple was querrling and the female entered in her room with anger. Tears were in her eyes. Now she get a diary. She ran fingers over the thick, pink-colored and
cartoon printed cover. It obviously was pretty old
and well-used - the color wasn't as bright as it
used to be, and there were some soda stains
from when she wrote in it in a restaurant. Many a
night she stayed up just to write, not wanting to
miss listing down the important things that
happened that day. But now as she looked back,
the things she thought were so important were
actually so petty, trivial, and childish. Oh but who
cares, she was a child then.
She opened the diary carefully, and flipped
through the pages. Then something fell out. She
reached down to pick it up, but froze midway
when she realized what it was.
It was a photograph. The photograph. The one
she treasured so much, the one she smiled at
countless times back then.
Her hands trembled a little when she finally
picked it up. A young boy and a young girl were
sitting side by side on a beach, making faces at
the camera. Oh such bright smiles and sparkling
eyes he and she had! Such warmth, love, and
friendship. She smiled faintly, closed her eyes and
tried to recall the innocent childish laughter - the
laughter that he and she shared - of the old days.
Remembering it was bittersweet, for she knew
fully well that they were never to happen again.
She thought of the years they spent together.
Growing up wouldn't have been the same without
him. She thought of the petty little fights they
used to have, the arguments that she always
lost. She thought of the countless car rides with
laughter, teasing, punches, and whispered secrets.
He could read her with one look in her eyes, she
could finish off his sentences. They made so
many memories together. But one stood out
among the rest - the day he told her she was his
best friend. He said it so casually, like it was the
most natural thing in the world. But she
remembered feeling so secure, so happy, and
so... so... just so. She readily assured him that
he was hers too.
But somewhere between then and now,
something changed. She was not certain what.
Maybe she outgrew him, or maybe they simply
chose different paths in life. Either way, the
friendship dissolved into the level of a mere
acquaintance, which in turn dissolved into
nothing.
He moved away two years ago. He left with a
simple goodbye, and a wave. That was it. No
calls, no e-mails, no nothing - zilch. It was as if
to him, she was just a faded childhood memory.
She said she didn't care. He belonged to her
childhood, and there only. But every single time
she said that, she'd end up crying herself to
sleep.
Oh God. Why is it starting to hurt all over again?
She thought she already forgot. For years, she
buried herself in her schoolwork, her other friends,
and now, in her budding career.
But that picture - that lone, old, faded photograph
brought back everything. It was as if the memory
box in her heart, that had remained untouched for
so many years, was opened again. And it was
filled of memories of him - of them.
But was there ever a them? Or was it all just she
being pathetic - her fantasies, her heart, her
cartoon printed cover. It obviously was pretty old
and well-used - the color wasn't as bright as it
used to be, and there were some soda stains
from when she wrote in it in a restaurant. Many a
night she stayed up just to write, not wanting to
miss listing down the important things that
happened that day. But now as she looked back,
the things she thought were so important were
actually so petty, trivial, and childish. Oh but who
cares, she was a child then.
She opened the diary carefully, and flipped
through the pages. Then something fell out. She
reached down to pick it up, but froze midway
when she realized what it was.
It was a photograph. The photograph. The one
she treasured so much, the one she smiled at
countless times back then.
Her hands trembled a little when she finally
picked it up. A young boy and a young girl were
sitting side by side on a beach, making faces at
the camera. Oh such bright smiles and sparkling
eyes he and she had! Such warmth, love, and
friendship. She smiled faintly, closed her eyes and
tried to recall the innocent childish laughter - the
laughter that he and she shared - of the old days.
Remembering it was bittersweet, for she knew
fully well that they were never to happen again.
She thought of the years they spent together.
Growing up wouldn't have been the same without
him. She thought of the petty little fights they
used to have, the arguments that she always
lost. She thought of the countless car rides with
laughter, teasing, punches, and whispered secrets.
He could read her with one look in her eyes, she
could finish off his sentences. They made so
many memories together. But one stood out
among the rest - the day he told her she was his
best friend. He said it so casually, like it was the
most natural thing in the world. But she
remembered feeling so secure, so happy, and
so... so... just so. She readily assured him that
he was hers too.
But somewhere between then and now,
something changed. She was not certain what.
Maybe she outgrew him, or maybe they simply
chose different paths in life. Either way, the
friendship dissolved into the level of a mere
acquaintance, which in turn dissolved into
nothing.
He moved away two years ago. He left with a
simple goodbye, and a wave. That was it. No
calls, no e-mails, no nothing - zilch. It was as if
to him, she was just a faded childhood memory.
She said she didn't care. He belonged to her
childhood, and there only. But every single time
she said that, she'd end up crying herself to
sleep.
Oh God. Why is it starting to hurt all over again?
She thought she already forgot. For years, she
buried herself in her schoolwork, her other friends,
and now, in her budding career.
But that picture - that lone, old, faded photograph
brought back everything. It was as if the memory
box in her heart, that had remained untouched for
so many years, was opened again. And it was
filled of memories of him - of them.
But was there ever a them? Or was it all just she
being pathetic - her fantasies, her heart, her
brain?
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