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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:41 pm
Post the day to day happening of your life in the vilage.
The mourning blooms in a lovely aray of gold and pink. The medow lark sinds her sweet song of the new day as the temple bells call for the late sleeper to wake.
" Oh shut up! Can't for one day may the mourning sleep in?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:51 am
As he pulls himself out of bed. The sun shines, the cat as always is sleeping at his feet. You can see that he has been tossing and turning this morning, like he had a bad dream or something in those line. As he flops out of bed he says "I thought I slept in today...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:27 pm
As the mourning brakes, she throws of her blanket, streches, and claws at the sides of her miss-mash nest. She ruffles and prunes her wings to rid herself of lose feathers.
Awww, ze summy timess comey. Brake fast num num times.
She hops up and scamper to her kitchen, which looked more like a petting zoo with meny live small animals in cages and large glass tanks fulled with huge fish. She pulled a rabbit and large fish for breakfest. She eat them raw.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:00 pm
What a lovely mourning- I say to the birds on the windowbox- I think I'll go for a run after brakfast.- I water my roses, then go have a bowl of oats the blueberries.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:40 pm
The sun has just come up, but I have been up for many hours already. High at the top of the tallist peak great mountains that shelter the little village. I have come here to reflect and hone my ice.
The dream come again. That's why I here. The mistake; my mistake, her mistake, his. The cold night and the fires. The scream, one loud long high blood curdling ring. It fills my mind and soul as the eyes; two sea green gems of hate and fear, are all is see before the deak takes me and I awake. I am sore, my body driping swet and my lungs bruning to take in more air in gasping gulps.
And now the sun brings mourning. I welcome it. The mourning vails the dream, but make forming my ice difficult.
I might as well go down to the commen house now for breakfast.
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