I hope I'm not going too overboard on these writing and artwork challenges XD!!
Anyway, I had another one inspired by my recent dreams of my own paradise. It's as simple as this - tell me about a place you dream about, your personal paradise. You can either post in the comments or in your own blog entry, it doesn't matter to me.
Either describe your paradise as much as you possibly can, or create an artwork bringing your vision to life. You can do as many as you'd like (I will do at least two writings myself).
Anyone interested?
Well, I find this
Nah, if you have different
Can you like make up a
Thank you Kaoori for this drawing!Natali looks beautiful =D
I'll join! And it's great you
Dragon Scroll.
Avvie by me, siggy by Saosin
Did it. Came out sloppy ,
Here.
Dragon Scroll.
Avvie by me, siggy by Saosin
I shall track for now and if
It'll be nice to see how people perceive paradise in their own eyes. ^^
BouncyDeer - it can be
There really aren't any rules on this.
Floating islands. Chunks of
Beneath them are the clouds, above them is nothing but an endless expanse of blue and the sun. There are few trees here, most of them paper-white birches and spruces, an occasional giant sequoia towering over the others like a sentinel, forgotten by time.
Like the rest of the land, they are not affected by time.
There is time here, but the flora does not show it. Only the creatures and the rising of the sun and moon display the effects of time. It can rain and snow here despite the lack of clouds.
Most of the creatures here are birds - blue jays and robins and crows and owls. There are deer on the ground and fish in the waters. There is a colony of dragons on the largest island, but their presence is fleeting at best. They only stay for the winter and then briefly in between.
One is always there and waiting near an ice cold lake within one of the floating forests. If I happen to enter the dream dimension, that's who I'll find.
Will do that. Need brain
Ooh, I want to do
There are many places they
There are many places they can touch her, pester her. There are many places they can chide her, rattle her. There are many places they can break her heart, her mind.
But not here.
Here rests a mountain. At its end, valleys sweep down, nearly spilling their flowers into the river carving its way through. They are like girls stealing each others catches, daring the other to grab and hold fast. Only the valley is more adamant, and the river simply gives up too soon.
The air is fresh and crisp, the scents of past and present hanging onto it. The future is but the skyline, a bright, vibrant blue; pretty clouds idle their way by, nomads in a world not so foreign to them.
A girl, young in spirit, but adult by most standards, races through. Her legs are scratched by the fierce tugging of the plants, though it is more out of worry than scolding.
Without another thought, she leaps from the banks into the river, letting the water lap at her waist, attempting to pull her to its ground in playful dominance. But she is hard to grasp, and she continues to splash and play, stopping momentarily to observe a fox as it darts past - most likely after a mouse.
She moves to the opposite end of the bank, rolling in the flowers as they fly up in greeting to her before climbing a rock to sit and gander. Her clothes are soaked through, and are now dyed with the patterns and colours of the flowers she tossed herself into.
She looks to the mountain standing tall before her; here, in this world, no one and nothing can touch her. She lets the chilled air burst life into her lungs and she lets the sounds, sights, and scents debilitate any truly rational thought. Except for one; an image of someone is held tight within her mind. She can feel her heart ache slightly at it. But she breathes again, finds her lungs frozen, and she smiles.
Despite a certain lack of someone, this is her world, her Paradise.
And in this moment, it's all she ever wanted.
"This is not your home."
Her eyes wandered to a figure in her mind, though they weren't there physically. They stared at the archway that led to the outside world, where forest laid endlessly, and floral and fauna alike lived in kindred harmony.
There, the walls of an old and battered cathedral shelter her from any and all. The forest had since taken over its hallowed space, plants and flowers blanketing most of it. Water had pooled in the center; what was once a dance hall was now a jungle in of itself. A large, gaping hole in the roof served as sunlight's entrance, and she watched the way it lit the water. Her eyes narrowed as they gazed back at the entrance way.
"It isn't your home. This is my home."
She rose from her spot, a portion shaded by a thick hallway. She jogged up the stairs, black boots clanging noisily on the floor, a once white dress being caught by air before using vines growing in as climbing devices. She scaled the high wall, before landing on the second story, glancing back at the archway as if the individual was really there. She stuck her tongue out in taunting.
"And I couldn't ask for anything more."
"Except -"
"Quiet."
That was not to be brought up; it was a dream besides. She loved her dream, but she knew it was nothing more than that. She voice was dull, yet decisive.
"I'll see him when I die."
"Really, now?"
She used the vines to slide back down to the floor, landing neatly in the pool of water. Glancing at her own reflection, she saw herself smiling back.
"Yes."
Here's mine, sorry if it's a
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