by owl, » Wed Aug 15, 2012 3:35 am
Username: owl,
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Activity or Time Zone: my activity varies, I live on a farm, so I have no cllie when I can be on , and off. I have no clue what my time zone is xD I think its Northern or something though…
Sample of Writing: Airesmee
"I am sulking" I awnser quietly, looking up at him as he walks up to me. I quickly stand up, and attepmt to smooth out my dress though it does nothing, it is still wrinkled and muddy. The delicate fabric ruined, it was okay though, it was just a dress and I had thousands more. I nod and tuck a piece of black hair behind my ear, it had curled a bit more it in air change and looked more bouncy. I looked at the stallion as I walked up, patting his neck. "He is very beautiful" I say, and freeze a bit as his hands circle my waist lifting me up onto the horse. I knew it was a simple gesture but it still made me blush deep red on my pale skin. "I can mount myself" I say quietly, focasing on the barrel of the horse, making small cirlces with my fingers. As we ride through the forest I watch the trees fly past, and feel the wind ripping more peices of hair out of the pile on my head. "No he never told me" I awnser him, still very quiet and slightly embarresed. "I vould have unmounted myself" I add, sending even more tingles through my body as he touches me, making me blush all over again. I follow his finger and gaze over the cliff, smiling slightly "It is quite beautiful down there" I admire, "It must me nice to live in such a loving place" I whisper so quietly I doubt he heard me. Hearing his words bring more tears to my eyes and I say "I dont need to sleep, that is all I ever do. When I want to go out into the forest to just take a walk or find flowers father tells me no, he tells me to just go up in my room in sleep, but I dont want to sleep!" I sit on the ground in a heap, my dress flowing out around me. "I hate it" I fling a rock off the edge of the cliff, trying to re-even out my breathing. I could feel my corset tightening around me, or it seemed to "and I hate this stupid corset, why must I be more skinny than I am!" I rip the beads out of my hair, letting it fall down in gentle waves "and I hate always having to wear my hair up so high that it makes my scalp ache afterwards" I continue "I hate having to stay clean and perfect, and wearing powder that feels heavy on my face" I scrub my face with my hands "and all the layers making it feel like a firepit" I tug on my dress unhappily "and I hate that you have to do this, I hate my father, and I hate my brother!" I whip another larger rock off the cliff. "Ow" I say quietly when I throw it too hard.