See you guys next week. Ill miss you all. Ill probably be more in the forest this week . I hope every one has an ausome week.

Long time coming but any one have any question for me or my two deer Faunet and Murtagh?

How do change the color of the text?

Has some one seen my heart
It was flying high in the sky
Protected from all the hurtful things of this world
But know its out of site o where ever did it go?
There it is in that theifs hand
He took my heart from its place of safty and there it lies in the palm of his hand.
While the other hand bears a knife
There lies my heart beating as if theres no tomorrow
I call out to ask the strangers name and begged him stop.
With a toothless grin he replies I am destruction here to destroy everything in my path.
Before I can scream my pleas he stabs my heart.
Has some one seen my heart for I can not feel it beating.


Im trying my hand in poetry what do you think.

Sometimes i think we are our own worst critics. So i want someone to write something positive or if you have a really sucky day write about whether it be about yourself your life or TEF or if something is bugging you go ahead a write it!!!!
(However I do not want any fights or arguments on this blog it will be deleted if such things happen.)

Dont be afraid express.

Marissa is not one of my deer she is just a character my imagination ceated.


Heres a little history. Her fathers works from 5 in the morning till 11 at night she rarely sees him ever. Her mother works as well as an author. So she normally buries herself in their library. Marrissa is only child of 13 and has powers. Her parents know nothing of these powers. However her god father ralph does because he also has powers. Basically shes a witch. And as of recent she received a letter from TAOW ( Training Academy of Wiches and Wizards) The term begins in two weeks her parents just think its a boarding school of somesort. Marissa normally likes to be alone i mean she is used to it because her parents dont spend any time with her. She went to public school until this year. She had no friends simply because she did not want to get close to any one again. When she was 10 she did have a friend but she died in a car crash. Last year she spent her days or at least her week days 8 hrs at school she came home did home work and read anything she could get her hands on. Her weekends were spent either in bed with a book or taking a walk in the woods.Marissa golden hair is to her waist she hass violet eyes and is rather slim.



CHAPTER 1 Distinction

Hey girl! Im so so so so sorry I missed your call last night. I was offered a free ticket to see Houston ballet last night, and I took it thinking it wouldl be over by the time you would call. But it wasn't =(. I apologize profusely for leaving you hanging like that. I'll be free Sunday night if you want to call.

~Brittany

This community to me allows me to write it allows me in a sense to be free. I have posted art on my page before also just to note. But in all the 16 weeks ive seen beautiful and amazing art . I have read stories that capture such emotion and detail that i will read again an again.
Now we might get upset when we post art or a beautful story and dont receive comments. But then again think you wrote the story not just for other people but for yourself. We are all different in many ways but each of has talent. Each member on this community has their own talent thats special , but sometimes i dont think people recognize how special their talents are. No two humans are exactly alike. Ive said this a couple times to some people on here so they might recognise it.
Reach for the stars even though your feet are on the ground.

I thought this poem should be here.
Stars
by Sarah Teasdale
Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty-red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.


Ive said my bit now you can either comment and give me your opinion. But i would like you all to write something positive whether it be about the forest or something in your life. Ill update this blog .

You are you and nothing can change that.

See you in the forest.

You can chose Faunet or Murtagh i prefer human form but please im soooooooooooooooooo bored.

Some of you know me as Faunet or as cc ( nickname) the truth is i am dealing with the loss of my brother. This blog is dedicated to him and will be edited when i need to vent. RIP my big brother


RIP big brother.

For my big brother Chris who passed June 2,2009 at age 30. ( You were my big brother my rock star and my best friend and still to this day that remains the same)


The moment i was told you were dead I admit i thought no no way after all mom talked to you a few hours earlier and everything was fine. Minutes passed an i heard what happened i ran from my parents to be alone. To try to make sense of every thing. I was shocked and hurt and started to cry. After an hour i went down stairs to help and comfort mom after all i am her only child now. I will never forget how mom was that night when she would cry i would try not to cause i needed to be strong for her.I tried my best to stay strong for her through the airport but when she was safely in our familys care i cried all the tears i held back before. The next days were rather unimportant i would sit on the swing for hours and ignoreing everyone waiting to wake up. I remeber June 10 very clearly that was the day my mom and i were suppossed to come see you but instead we had to bury you.

DEATH