Yeah, I named my laptop. That's how much I love it... er, her. I thought Lizzy the Laptop (or just Lizzy) was a good name for the little piece of cheap technology.
So, this means faster RPs and more literature!
~With fine emotions,
You Only Die Once a Night - an introductionIt’s odd really, how one little action can completely turn the tides. Just one mistake and I was bound to a monster. No, it’s not odd, it’s stupid.You Only Die Once a Night - an introduction by ~Kiarorin
Nevertheless, I write this to leave my insanity behind me and go back to a normal life. If I get it all on paper, maybe these memories won’t be inside of me, tormenting me.
This is my story. It’s not a story of love, but of obsession. And everybody dies in their own way.
/introduction to "You Only Die Once a Night."
*Nursery Slopes*High against skyline blue*Nursery Slopes* by *Delice1941
Snowy mountains welcome you
Ski lift rotates do take a seat
Winter clothing looking neat.
To the top in snowy style
Riding lift for short while
Admiring scenery as I go
Stately passage rather slow.
Deposited at the very top
Skies and poles in tangled drop
Sorted out, lump in throat
This no longer snowy joke.
Wonderful view, mountain high
Mittened hand touches sky
Now I have to ski back down
Bravery needed, courage found.
Practising a brand new skill
Snowplow down mighty hill
Zoom to left, zoom to right
Feeling confident, goodbye fright.
Rosy cheeks, medal I get
Experience never forget
Glühwein toast feeling fine
Memory stands test of time.
Inviting over IsolatingInviting over IsolatingInviting over Isolating by ~TheMysteriousPoet
Most people find a snowy mountain quite
However, I find them absolutely
Well, 'tis simple. They're frigid cold,
like my soul.
Everyone says I'm better off dead when really,
I'm better off in a snowy mountain.
The wind will lift me up,
and its chill would revive me.
No more shall I choke on sobs.
I shall only laugh and play in the snow.
Then and there,
High CountryUp in the high countryHigh Country by ~Lady-Elementtra
Where only the stock men go
A place where the wild brumbies roam
A lush bush land full of life
A place where the sapphire sky stretches as far as the eye can see
And beauty is never tainted
High upon a ridge a mighty stallion stands
King of his herd, guardian of young and old
He raises his head towards the darkening sky
Grey clouds are rolling by
Deep within his heart he knows that winter is upon them
And he will have to lead his herd to winter pasture in the valleys below.
Down the mountain side, past the old wombat holes
Past the old gum tree where the foals play and frolic
Up in the high country
Where only the stock men roam
The first stars of snow drift softy to the ground
Dancing and swaying on a chilly breeze
Soon this lush green landscape will become laced in white
Glittering diamonds, upon an emerald landscape.
A peaceful sheet of white deep within the heartland
Wombats roam, snorting and digging,
Searching for food beneath the icy blanket
Winter is upon