Me ..
'm tired . I stranded in the valley, when it begins the ascent ?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Quotes For 3rd B;day Party
Original. Belial. Ira.
Title: Ira
Author: dreamingfaires
Fandom: Original
Character: Belial / Armida
Prompt: Ira
Raiting: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 209
Disclaimer: These characters are the result of my fantasy and belong only to myself, then woe to those who steal them to me! ^ ^
List: here
Notes: The fic below is based on characters from the book I'm writing then, because I doubt you know what it's about, I'll just because a small guide can understand what I'm talking about. Armida, Belial and Murdred are black-winged Night of the Angels who live in another dimension. Murdred is one of the tests and is the master of Belial, and the girl while the latter are simply angels. This fic is set just after the 'fall' of Armida on Earth, under pressure from the other angels to live among mortals, because of the feelings that he felt towards his fellow man. POV of Belial after Armida has started a new life on Earth, I forgot. There is no spoiler to say more, and especially not to make the notes longer than the fic.
You told me to be able to recognize my brown eyes among a thousand black eyes, for the simple fact that they were mine. So since then every day I go down to Earth and peered carefully through the crowd in the hope of being recognized. But you're far away now and that makes me angry.
You fought for me to lose the wings, and yet you come to forget me. As I've been able? How did you get so upset and then to get away from me as if nothing had happened?
Some days you hate, anger and pain are too much to bear.
You came into my life and, like a hurricane, you've destroyed, leaving only rubble behind you. And now what I see when I look in the mirror, I do not like, I became the ghost of what I was and all this is the fault yours.
you, that you're gone and I've forgotten. You, who no longer recognizes my dark eyes in a thousand.
I have given up everything for your love. I questioned my relationship with him, I doubted myself. But the fact is that sometimes you are just passing through, and when it becomes aware, anger takes over.
Title: Ira
Author: dreamingfaires
Fandom: Original
Character: Belial / Armida
Prompt: Ira
Raiting: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 209
Disclaimer: These characters are the result of my fantasy and belong only to myself, then woe to those who steal them to me! ^ ^
List: here
Notes: The fic below is based on characters from the book I'm writing then, because I doubt you know what it's about, I'll just because a small guide can understand what I'm talking about. Armida, Belial and Murdred are black-winged Night of the Angels who live in another dimension. Murdred is one of the tests and is the master of Belial, and the girl while the latter are simply angels. This fic is set just after the 'fall' of Armida on Earth, under pressure from the other angels to live among mortals, because of the feelings that he felt towards his fellow man. POV of Belial after Armida has started a new life on Earth, I forgot. There is no spoiler to say more, and especially not to make the notes longer than the fic.
You told me to be able to recognize my brown eyes among a thousand black eyes, for the simple fact that they were mine. So since then every day I go down to Earth and peered carefully through the crowd in the hope of being recognized. But you're far away now and that makes me angry.
You fought for me to lose the wings, and yet you come to forget me. As I've been able? How did you get so upset and then to get away from me as if nothing had happened?
Some days you hate, anger and pain are too much to bear.
You came into my life and, like a hurricane, you've destroyed, leaving only rubble behind you. And now what I see when I look in the mirror, I do not like, I became the ghost of what I was and all this is the fault yours.
you, that you're gone and I've forgotten. You, who no longer recognizes my dark eyes in a thousand.
I have given up everything for your love. I questioned my relationship with him, I doubted myself. But the fact is that sometimes you are just passing through, and when it becomes aware, anger takes over.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Rca To Usb Cable Radio Shack
Original. Belial. Envy
Title: New start
Author: dreamingfaires
Fandom: Original
Character: Belial / Armida
Prompt: Envy
Raiting: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 604
Disclaimer: These characters are a figment of my imagination and belong only to myself, then woe to those who steal them to me! ^ ^
List: here
Notes: The fic below is based on characters from the book I'm writing then, because I doubt you know what it's about, I'll just because a small guide can understand what I'm talking about. Armida, Belial and Murdred are black-winged Night of the Angels who live in another dimension. Murdred is one of the tests and is the master of Belial, and the girl while the latter are simply angels. This fic is set just after the 'fall' of Armida on Earth, under pressure from the other angels to live among mortals, because of the feelings that he felt towards his fellow man. There is no spoiler to say more, and especially not to make the notes longer than the fic.
PS: Linda I love you and I know that you're the only one who will understand something here! : P
PPS: I know the title sucks, but I could not think of anything. -.- Well blame me, I do it myself. '^ ^
I began dissolved.
Very often it is in the beginning, did you ever think? All
the essence of things is in their principle. And my
begins with me that I dissolve.
Large, soft black wings on my back breaks down slowly, feather after feather scattered in the wind. I felt cold, the rain was beating on my naked body and every drop was like a stab to the heart. The
remember you still imprinted in my mind, branded.
We can say that memories are like boulders in the soul because they often leave behind only their shattered hopes and disillusionment. -said his voice in my head. And I hated her voice. I hated everything about him . But an angel, albeit black-winged, can not hate, right?
E 'why have you lost those wings, Armida. You sin of envy.
With every tear a part of me went away. At one point I heard only silence.
My heart had stopped beating and I was rather tired of listening? - this time it was my voice.
I can still see that image, become indelible. I was looking away from your eyes, I was hoping that you girassi, looking at me really. But your eyes were only for him. I stared at him intensely, more than was permissible to reserve to their Master, you were never meant for me the same attention.
Murdred turned to me and in her eyes I read something similar to the punishment. That was the worst moment, one in which I knew belonged to him and not me.
the world there are people who are not capable of love and people who can not do anything else.
I belong to the second category. - Why is the voice of my heart should be so similar to his? Because every time I think I have to feel calm and laid quell'intonazione of those who think they know everything about life?
I thought to myself that you love more, Belial, but he was right. I loved myself more than you, so my selfishness that prevented me to understand, to let you go so that you could be with the one really makes you happy. I, however, putting my happiness to you and that was wrong.
I find myself still here to remind you and selfishness, and of what others think I do not know what to do when the only thing I know is that I miss - this time it is me talking: Armida, l & rsquo ; fallen angel.
- What happened has made that part of me that I speak as the Wise Murdred?
began dissolved and I decided to make the right choice.
There are days that never go out, that the thought of you is so strong and overwhelming as to creep into every part of me. The whole world loses all consistency and the only thing I want is to close your eyes and open them again, seeing you next to me.
Each feather it fell to the ground was a certainty that was not, a barrier that fell, and the knowledge took root in me.
the morning is the worst time. Wake up and realize that this is real, that my wings are gone, which are confined to this earthly life, while you're still up there with the other Angels Night, with him. It 's like to die at each awakening, like dying every day.
When all my tears dried up, when I felt my heart stop bleeding, then I understood.
At night I dream of you. Embraced the two of us dream, your lips on mine and your smile.
Then I wake up and you're not there.
Then I wake up and just die.
I realized I had let you go.
Title: New start
Author: dreamingfaires
Fandom: Original
Character: Belial / Armida
Prompt: Envy
Raiting: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 604
Disclaimer: These characters are a figment of my imagination and belong only to myself, then woe to those who steal them to me! ^ ^
List: here
Notes: The fic below is based on characters from the book I'm writing then, because I doubt you know what it's about, I'll just because a small guide can understand what I'm talking about. Armida, Belial and Murdred are black-winged Night of the Angels who live in another dimension. Murdred is one of the tests and is the master of Belial, and the girl while the latter are simply angels. This fic is set just after the 'fall' of Armida on Earth, under pressure from the other angels to live among mortals, because of the feelings that he felt towards his fellow man. There is no spoiler to say more, and especially not to make the notes longer than the fic.
PS: Linda I love you and I know that you're the only one who will understand something here! : P
PPS: I know the title sucks, but I could not think of anything. -.- Well blame me, I do it myself. '^ ^
I began dissolved.
Very often it is in the beginning, did you ever think? All
the essence of things is in their principle. And my
begins with me that I dissolve.
Large, soft black wings on my back breaks down slowly, feather after feather scattered in the wind. I felt cold, the rain was beating on my naked body and every drop was like a stab to the heart. The
remember you still imprinted in my mind, branded.
We can say that memories are like boulders in the soul because they often leave behind only their shattered hopes and disillusionment. -said his voice in my head. And I hated her voice. I hated everything about him . But an angel, albeit black-winged, can not hate, right?
E 'why have you lost those wings, Armida. You sin of envy.
With every tear a part of me went away. At one point I heard only silence.
My heart had stopped beating and I was rather tired of listening? - this time it was my voice.
I can still see that image, become indelible. I was looking away from your eyes, I was hoping that you girassi, looking at me really. But your eyes were only for him. I stared at him intensely, more than was permissible to reserve to their Master, you were never meant for me the same attention.
Murdred turned to me and in her eyes I read something similar to the punishment. That was the worst moment, one in which I knew belonged to him and not me.
the world there are people who are not capable of love and people who can not do anything else.
I belong to the second category. - Why is the voice of my heart should be so similar to his? Because every time I think I have to feel calm and laid quell'intonazione of those who think they know everything about life?
I thought to myself that you love more, Belial, but he was right. I loved myself more than you, so my selfishness that prevented me to understand, to let you go so that you could be with the one really makes you happy. I, however, putting my happiness to you and that was wrong.
I find myself still here to remind you and selfishness, and of what others think I do not know what to do when the only thing I know is that I miss - this time it is me talking: Armida, l & rsquo ; fallen angel.
- What happened has made that part of me that I speak as the Wise Murdred?
began dissolved and I decided to make the right choice.
There are days that never go out, that the thought of you is so strong and overwhelming as to creep into every part of me. The whole world loses all consistency and the only thing I want is to close your eyes and open them again, seeing you next to me.
Each feather it fell to the ground was a certainty that was not, a barrier that fell, and the knowledge took root in me.
the morning is the worst time. Wake up and realize that this is real, that my wings are gone, which are confined to this earthly life, while you're still up there with the other Angels Night, with him. It 's like to die at each awakening, like dying every day.
When all my tears dried up, when I felt my heart stop bleeding, then I understood.
At night I dream of you. Embraced the two of us dream, your lips on mine and your smile.
Then I wake up and you're not there.
Then I wake up and just die.
I realized I had let you go.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Glory Hole Manchester
settepeccati
Here is the table for the community![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sacuNO9SZyJv9sW8ZJZSlfGCpVFjEMJXgBVP4Fm9wRR0GX1EhINCIlGyo4NODU5V6Uy1SDqoqtVb9zEAdzX9rRHHp19SThpv98CK6BvzXAWaGZ3gpERg=s0-d)
settepeccati to which I have enrolled. :) I'll have to write seven inspired by the original seven deadly sins. The main character is the Angel of the Night Belial, one of the characters in the book I'm writing. : P Let's hope so ...
Here is the table for the community
settepeccati to which I have enrolled. :) I'll have to write seven inspired by the original seven deadly sins. The main character is the Angel of the Night Belial, one of the characters in the book I'm writing. : P Let's hope so ... | 01) |
| 02) Sloth |
| 03) Lust |
| 04) Avarice |
| 05) Gola |
| 06) |
| 07) Pride |
| Progress: 02/07 |
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sample Welcome Letter To Guests At Bat Mitzvah
1st place ...
Well here I am finally writing the first post to the delight of my friend Linda who helped me in the undertaking (for me similar to a Caesarean section) to enroll on LiveJournal.
"Come on, it 's bullshit!" - Think anyone with a minimum of intelligence.
Well, the point is that I suffer from a rare form of "English acute and do not understand anything of a club does not have a purely Italian derivation. So, walking around pages written in a language similar to hieroglyphics (for my brain ill) has necessitated a support external, largely underestimated by most, but certainly much appreciated by me in 'these things are just prevented. So I thank you Linda
officially on behalf of myself and my mental impediment that always check at inopportune moments (ahem * Anto clears his throat with an innocent *. Any reference to events and people is purely coincidental).
So, hoping not to combine other 'sheds', I begin my adventure on LiveJournal. ^ ^ Besos
ragassssuoli:)
Well here I am finally writing the first post to the delight of my friend Linda who helped me in the undertaking (for me similar to a Caesarean section) to enroll on LiveJournal.
"Come on, it 's bullshit!" - Think anyone with a minimum of intelligence.
Well, the point is that I suffer from a rare form of "English acute and do not understand anything of a club does not have a purely Italian derivation. So, walking around pages written in a language similar to hieroglyphics (for my brain ill) has necessitated a support external, largely underestimated by most, but certainly much appreciated by me in 'these things are just prevented. So I thank you Linda
officially on behalf of myself and my mental impediment that always check at inopportune moments (ahem * Anto clears his throat with an innocent *. Any reference to events and people is purely coincidental).
So, hoping not to combine other 'sheds', I begin my adventure on LiveJournal. ^ ^ Besos
ragassssuoli:)
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