Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sign: Taurus
Country: UK
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
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Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
“I’ll pass these lands in inhuman speed,
Fear not the wolf or lion that preys,
The sun it circles about me endlessly,
I am but a distant memory to those
-That have witnessed me once upon a time.
I’ll not tread the ground; I’ll not wait for Time,
My destination is never known.
Love is but a fleeting instant,
Each day its own design,
I’m hungry always and never satisfied,
I eat whenever I can find.
Lands are so small,
Quickly passed by,
I’ll sleep where I can feel security.
I am always free -until a cage befits me.
And then I’ll sing for my supper.
Bound to a fate that is never certain.
We all circle endlessly.
We all hope endlessly.
We are the ones of tomorrow.”
This is a riddle taken from my 'hopefully-soon-to-be-completed-story' Grey Feathers
-anyone know the answer to it? 
copyright Charlotte Rose 2009.
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Tuesday, October 07, 2008
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Current mood:  amused
SCHOOL CONFESSIONS
[x] Talked back to a teacher. *i was a rebal in my much younger days!*
[x] Been kicked out of class. *they had enough of me laughing*
[ ] Worn pajamas to school.
[x] Had your tooth fall out at school.
[ ] Gotten lost in your school.
[x] Broken the dress code in school. *i refused to wear these crummy dresses and a skirt*
[x] Completely failed a test.
[ ] Left class without asking.
[x] Missed a whole week of school. *6 weeks infact whilst i had shingles -not nice when you are little*
[ ] Thrown up in school.
[ ] Been beat up at school.
HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS
[ ] Argue with your parent(s) a lot.
[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot.
[ ] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.
[x] Have your own room.
[x] Do your own laundry.
[x] Cook dinner once in a while. *if i can work the cooker and not blow it up! honestly, that really happened!*
[x] Are loud and obnoxious at home. *I can be loud but not obnoxious*
[x] Wear pajamas when you are not going anywhere.
[x] You sleep in very long. *sometimes*
[ ] All you do is watch television.
[x] Your parents are divorced. *soon will be*
[] One or both of your grandparents live with you.
FRIEND CONFESSIONS
[] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.
[] You are jealous of one or more of your friends.
[ ] You have known a friend your whole life.
[x] Your friends are all taller than you. *haha yeah they all are!"
[x] You have been ditched by a friend.
[ ] You have memorized a friends phone number.
[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.
[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.
HABIT CONFESSIONS
[x] You bite your nails.
[ ] You have an odd obsession with giraffes.
[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.
[] You cannot sleep with the door open.
[] There is at least one sound you cannot stand.
LOVE CONFESSIONS
[] You currently like someone.
[] You want to kill one of your exes.
[x] You can stay commited for an unusually long time.
[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.
[x] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before. *not a nice person*
[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self-centered before.
PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS
[] You hate George Bush.
[] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal. *its up to the individual to decide that*
[/] Boys make better friends than girls do. *sometimes*
[] The beach is an excellent place for a date.
[] Pink is an ugly color.
[] Needles aren't so horrible.
HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS
[x] Fallen down the stairs.
[x] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.
[ ] Had a nail fall off.
[ ] Had surgery.
[x] Slapped someone across the face. *playfully tho*
[ ] Killed someone. *do bugs count? i trod on a snail last night, still feel bad about it*
[ ] Someone has called you a tease.
[x] You have been to Europe. *i live there!*
[x] You have worn something inside out for a whole day. *most likely!*
~*~* I tag anyone that read more than 5 of these! Mwhaha! *~*~
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Monday, September 22, 2008
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Monday, September 15, 2008
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
The ocean, it roared like a mighty savage beast, engulfing the horizon with its great liquid volume. Endless grey-blue salty waters and choppy waves spread out from craggy cliffs. At their base lay many more sharp rocks, cast aside from the heights above centuries ago as the sea slowly eroded away the land. They lay like forgotten, sleeping giants that the sea covered as a blanket when the tides became high –draped in an array of weeds the waters left behind. Dozens of tiny shells clung to them desperately, waiting for the sea to return and those stranded within their pores and crevasses hid in the shadows lest some greedy bird should swoop down and steal them away.
On this mid autumnal day it was clear to see that the weather was changing. Days were growing short, nights far longer. Air turned cooler as the earth prepared itself for the long winter ahead. Already the trees had begun to change their colour, growing crimson and gold as the weeks passed by. Winds danced playfully, mischievous about the branches, knocking the leaves and scattering them far into the sky. The ripened fruits and seeds began to fall in great multitudes. Armies of conkers and acorns lined the roads that climbed up into the hilly woods in the distance.
All day Luke had sat upon the stony beach, throwing the pebbles far out into the waves. His troubles travelled with them. It was the only escape from the pressures of everyday life. As a small child he had spent countless summers with his grandmother in a small rickety house in the fishing village lanes behind him. He had loved wading in the rock pools for crabs and fishing with the local boys. But now all had grown older, all had their own lives to lead. The carefree childhood they spent together was far gone. Right at this point he felt as though he was the only one that truly cared for the beauty of the sea. It was upon days like these that he drove the long distance from the busy city wherein he lived to the quiet, harmonious shore -desolate though it was. It was the only place in the world where he could sit and think, the only place he could clear his head from the chatter and clutter the busy world had filled him with.
Overhead the clouds were rolling in fast and thick. A mist, like a curtain was drawing over the hills behind him across the woods and trees. It curled and clung like a ghostly hand. Far in the distance he could see groups of fishing boats returning, most likely to the next bay where they docked. The weather clearly threatened their safety. -A storm was brewing.
A sudden wind, boisterous and loud howled through the rocky bay frightening him. Gulls rode the strong currents above, chattering loudly. Waves picked up speed, moving like untame stallions and crashing, smashing into the sharp rocks. His loose dark hair was caught in a strong breeze, scattering wildly across his pale eyes and face. He cared not. A splatter of rain hit his cheek, cold and sharp against his skin. He didn't move, lost deep within his thoughts.
Only when he realised the sea before him was no longer visible did he stir. The mist had grown thick in the hour that has passed. Now the bay lay eerie and quiet in a voluminouss blanket. He was cold despite this thick coat, his hands felt like ice against his face as he brushed away the damp strands of hair.
The sea crashed angrily somewhere in the white mass the loomed around him. He felt the coldness creeping along his back. Shivering and rubbing his hands frantically, he climbed to his feet. There was no way he wished to return home right now. The further he was from the chaotic town life, the better. Instead he decided that he would stay at the local inn, it was far from grand but at least it was welcoming. As he turned to leave something caught his eye in the distance, something out in the fog. Tall shadows seemed to dance across the water, bobbing wildly upon the surface of the sea. He stared for a while, uncertain of what they were. For a moment he was sure they were people, but on a second glance he realised that they must have been small boats, sailors returning from the fog. He soon lost sight of them as the mist thickened, and so he turned to leave. Climbing the old cobbled street, he made his way along the narrow fishing village lanes to the inn, desperate for the warmth of an open fire.
-More coming soon i promise! .. © Charlotte Rose 2008...
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Monday, September 15, 2008
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Current mood:  sick
Category: Writing and Poetry
Every day she passed that dark and tangled wood on her way to work and everyday she would feel their eyes upon her from the shadows. Whispers, murmurs -glimpses of otherworldly fragments. Of course, it was her imagination once again. –No one believed the claims she accounted, her sanity questioned every time she opened her mouth. In the end she had decided to discuss it no more. Every day she would hurry passed that dreaded place and pretend she heard nothing, saw nothing. Eventually she began to question herself too. After all, these things she witnessed –she was the only one that saw them. Was it her own mind creating elaborate events? Was her head that fragile? People's comments, harsh opinions were leading her to suspect so. "I'm crazy," she had finally admitted in great defeat one afternoon. Everything had become too much to handle.
Today however, things were different. Sun hung low overhead, hazy, warm and irritating. Tired and longing to sink into a cool bath Anna had left work on this mid Autumnal day with a sense of relief. The weekend was upon her now; she was at the furthest point from having to return to her mundane receptionist job. –Bliss. The only obstacle between her and safety was the long winding road that passed through the forest. She hated it.
As she began the slight decent along the roadside she shuddered. Huge trees sprang up, blocking out the sun's light. All felt cool and disturbing. Already she could hear the whispers, murmurs from within. Tucking her arms around her tightly she powered her legs up the hill as fast as her muscles would allow. Her heart was pounding rapidly within, hammering against her chest. It burned as she sucked in the damp air, gasping for more. Creaking and groaning sounded from beside her; she tried not to let her eyes wander into the woods. It was no use; they found their own way into the trees, scanning frantically. Something was moving beside her in the undergrowth, she was certain. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned her head to look. Nothing.
"It's just me, no one's there." She told herself out loud. She cried in alarm and stopped suddenly as giggling in the distance sounded, a mocking laughter it seemed to her. Anger welled inside. Perhaps it was someone she knew out to play a prank, out to scare her? Months of fear and frustration, of endless night's sleep, of questioning her sanity erupted from deep within her like a volcano. Without thinking any further she stepped across the ditch and into the trees determined to prove she was not afraid. It was a mistake that would cost her her freedom.
Anna stood in awe at the sights that now filled her eyes, the sounds that played across her ears and the scents that swirled about her nose. Before her lay a great and spectacular party -a banquet. Splendorous tables of every kind of food and wine and displays of flowers lay under golden bough trees, carefully presented in the wondrous of fashions. Ribbons of green and red, bells and bows adorned the trunks beautifully. Music, the sweetest sound she had ever heard came from every direction, spinning and circling as if alive itself around her. But what took her stare, what caught her gaze were the limitless entities, glistening dancers that moved effortlessly about the trees. Their clothes of the finest garments, of silks spun by skilled spiders, feathers from the tails of bountiful birds. Petals and flowers collected in summer and preserved with some ancient magic lined their luminous hair as each moved gracefully within their lover's arms. Butterflies paraded in gorgeous synchronisation. Elvish faces, weaving magic, crimson leaves and endless beauty circled her like a dream. She couldn't move, couldn't think -only stare in wonder.
Mischievous goblins, drunken from the many fine wines hung from high branches laughing loudly. Lights, ethereal forms weaved through branches, their lights trailing behind them like shooting stars. The trees themselves seemed to move also, their branches swaying with the beats of Faery drummers. Winds whipped Autumnal leaves like confetti about them. Animals: deer, rabbits, birds and foxes danced and ate, talked with the precession.
"A dream," she stammered, "I'm dreaming," she choked.
"Not a dream human girl, a tribute to summer!" came a young voice from behind her. She turned to see a small Faery child starring up at her with ghostly eyes. His giggle she recognised.
"It was you that lured me here!" she gasped in realisation.
"No not I, you came by yourself!" he laughed and took her hand in his own pulling her further into the party. His skin resembled the face of the moon, white, luminous and glorious. Before she could react she had joined the dance, spiralling and spinning wildly with the otherworldly child. All became a blur of sound and movement, laughter and merriment overwhelmed her as they danced to the magic. Hours seemed to pass her by in moments, the sun grew lower in the sky and then the stars came out to play. The forest came alive with glowing lights and roaring fires.
When her legs could dance no more, she collapsed under a tall oak tree to watch the party.
"Come along lady!" cried the Faery boy, "There's much dancing still left tonight!"
"I can move no more!" she replied exhausted.
"You humans tire far too easily!" he teased and handed her a glass of wine. "Drink and eat then! Take your fill." And before she had realised he had spun away with the dancers laughing and cheering merrily.
The wine was like nothing she had ever tasted. Various smells of berries, flowers, spices and honey filled her nose. It was cool, sliding down her throat gloriously and setting a fire within her. She thanked an extremely tall, slender goblin as he filled her glass once again and drank the wondrous liquid down. Berries, cakes, roasted nuts and fine biscuits of delicate texture she ate, their tastes lingering on her lips long after they had gone. Still the faeries danced wildly. A group of slender pixyish men came forward, juggling fiery poles and spinning flaming ribbons. The faeries danced faster. She could feel the energy, the magic they emitted; it pounded strongly like the beats of the drums against the forest. The very earth began to shake. Winds circled more, leaves carried with them growing speedily with the party. Trees shook, trembling with excitement. Faery choirs sang their ancient choruses, their high notes reverberating in her ears and sending shivers along her back. Again they grew quicker. Her body tingled, itched with magic that played against her human skin. Her eyes were blurry; the wine had taken its toll.
Glancing down at her feet she gasped and let out a loud laugh.
"What's wrong?" asked the Faery boy joining her once more.
"My feet!" she bellowed in laughter, "Look at them, they've turned into roots! I've had far too much wine!"
"My!" he gasped, "You have been here too long!"
"I've only stayed for a few hours," she chuckled, wiping the hot sweat from her brow.
"I fear not," he began. "I believe the time is different in this place. You must return to your own world if you can." He took her hand and pulled her upright. "Come, I'll show you the way back to the border."
Anna tried to take a step forward -to move her feet, but they wouldn't move -wouldn't budge from the spot where she stood.
"What is wrong lady?" he asked.
"I can't move!" she cried. "My feet, they are stuck!"
He drew closer to take a look at her feet and laughed loudly. "Your legs!" he cried, "They are turning to bark!"
"What?" she stammered glancing down at her legs. He was right; bark now covered her legs, even up to her knees. "What's happening to me?"
"Our magic, it must be too much for you human!" he grinned.
"Then stop it!" she screamed, "Before it spreads further!"
"I can't do that. This is an ancient ritual performed every year. To stop it now would be disastrous!"
"What about me?" she cried tears welling in her pale eyes.
"There's nothing I can do." He shrugged. "It's already spreading, look."
Anna glanced down at her hands as the bark grew rapidly over them, climbing up her arms and over her chest.
"Please do something!" she pleaded, her limbs growing stiff. Soon she was unable to move at all.
"Forgive us lady, there is nothing that can be done." He giggled as leaves sprouted from the branches that shot out of her arms. Her hair became a tangled mass of twigs about her head. Faster and faster the magic spun around her. Faeries, unaware of her predicament danced rapidly around her as if she was one of the many trees of the forest.
"Help me she gasped," her lips ceasing to move."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "You are a tree now. I'll take good care of you!"
"No!" she exclaimed, "I don't want to be a tree!"
"Then you should have stayed away from our world. Anything is possible here; it's your own fault!"
"Save me!" she whimpered and then her mouth sealed.
"Your one of us now," he smiled, patting her gently. "Why would I want to help you?" He took out of his pocket a long piece of crimson ribbon and tied it about her middle. "Perhaps you will awaken next year and dance with me again? For now, you'll just have to sleep," he sung merrily, then skipped off to join his fellow Fae._________________________________________ Just a short little story I wrote today -This actually may make no sense at all, have spelling and grammar mistakes by the dozen, but I put all that down to the fact that I am somewhat delirious with flu right now! -So humour me! (If you see anything out of the ordinary let me know!)
**Dont mess or take faeries for granted, you'll turn into a tree!**  © Charlotte Rose 2008.
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