Strange-lil-Lady

She's Always Watching If you look around you and feel a strange presence, It is the  lady of the night watching over you. She guards you during the darkness, Protecting you from danger. You cannot escape her For she is always watching. In the shadows she waits, Stalking you until the daylight. Then the sun light comes, And she gives the watch over to the sun.

The Story of Ainuwen     T'was a great day when Ainuwen was born. She was the only child of Gewiel and Legolas. Her mother Gewiel was a mortal raised by the elves, her father an elven prince. Ainuwen was to be a great Lady of Mirkwood, but was to be and what happened were very different. Thirty happy years of Ainuwen's childhood went by. Her mother, Gewiel was growing old and weak. Legolas watched as his dear wife faded away. After his wife died, he could no longer bear seeing is daughter for she had much of her mother's beauty and reminded him of Gewiel too much. So, Legolas went away. He went to Gondor and fought in many great battles. Af

Emily was a lovely girl of nineteen. The most lovely girl to be seen. Her golden hair was put up in braids and knots. Her eyes as blue as forget-me-nots. Yes, a perfect girl to be true. But there is more that I must tell you. She met a farmer's boy down the lane. And just then it started to rain. He took her to a little shack And there he told her his name was Jack. In the darkness they sat and talked. And did things they shouls have not. After that day of fun They both dediced together they would run. And so they went in the rain To get tickets for a train. Only a small price to pay And they'd leave together the next day. B

Today it is my birthday, do you know what I want? I want a special present. Do you know where to get it? Do you even know what it is? I want an elf for my birthday. Yes, that's what I want. I want a blond, elven prince. He is a good archer and will protect me from harm. Oh, yes an elf is my birthday wish. Oooooh! He's so hot! Here's a picture of him, see!!! It's Legolas I want!

The Midnight Garden She walks in her garden in the silver moonlight. Walking, walking in the night. The roses fill the air with their soft perfume While the other flowers have just now begun to bloom. The midnight garden is so sweet. She dances around in bare feet. Looking up to the sky she wonders how Her garden can be so beautiful now. The stars look back with their glittering glow. Their answer to her she shall never know. For the language of the moon and stars Is never to be ours.

Miranda:     Uhhhhhh!!!! What time is it? It's only 5:47 am and Liv is playing her music. I wish she would turn that crap off. "LIV!!!!! TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!!!!!!" She yelled at me, like always. Wondering who Liv is? She's my sister, but we are not alike at all. The first difference is looks. I have long, wavy, blond hair and Liv's hair is short, black, and straight. The second difference is personality. Liv is just I don't know…… gothic? Is that even a personality? Or is it just looks? Oh well, who cares. If gothic were a personality that would be Liv. I can't really explain my personality but it's pretty much what you would call "perfect"

I feel cold. The coldness seeps through my skin like winter's chill. It goes into my heart. So cold. I cannot breathe or think. My mind becomes numb. No longer can I feel. I cannot see you. Your words have no meaning. The world goes dark. A vast nothing is all that is there. I scream, But there is no sound. I try to run away from this madness, But my feet won't move. I'm frozen.

I'm scared. These monsters, They won't leave me alone. Everyday I sit in my cold, dark room And I wait for the sun to shine again. All I see are faces. Faces staring at me, glaring at me. These faces, They have hands. Pulling at my hair, my arms, my feet. I cannot escape. The darkness pulls me in. I try to run. It grabs me. The monsters are constantly haunting me. Will I never be free? This nightmare of a life is mine. Everyday is grey. The sun never shines. The monsters have me cornered. I scream, But no one can hear. They pull at my hair. Big chunks of it are being pulled from my head. My arms are cut. Blood fl

Little white flakes fall outside the window. Falling, Falling from the sky. They fall to the ground And turn the world white. The world is a vast, frozen land. The whiteness covering everything. I look out into the distance And all I can see for miles is the colorless ground. Icicles begin to grow. They look so beautiful Like little crystal chandeleirs. The frozen, white, snow covered world Lasts only a little while. So enjoy the beauty that it is Before the spring comes And it all melts away.