Inspiritional pictures

Everyone I'm sure has things that inspire them. Well today I felt like showing you all the things that inspire me. Wlcome to the World of inspiration:

With all due respect,

Anonymous

Ex Libris of Enchantment

I'm writing a book right now and I rather wanted your opinion, please tell me what you think
it is horribly terrible and ghastly boring, here it is:



Ex Libris
of
Enchantment

Chapter one,
The Moon Finding


Lakshmi raced through the forest, trying to keep back the stream of tears until she reached her safe haven in the forest outside of her small village. She knew that when she found her secret place, by the moss waterfall, that she would find comfort.

She finally arrived at the waterfall that fell from the mountains. It was a skinny and small waterfall, Lakshmi had picked this place to be her haven because she knew that it was too far for the farmers to reach her, she knew that they were all afraid of the great forest, Onocke, to come as far as the waterfall. The waterfall was soft enough that even for a elf it would be difficult to hear. Lakshmi only came to the waterfall when she had to escape from everything.

The reason she went to the waterfall was because it soothed her and helped her clear her mind of disturbing and distressing thoughts. The reason she had left the village seeking for peace today was because her brother, Drangjane, had just left to find a job in another village that was over thirty leagues away! Lakshmi had ten brothers and sisters, six sisters including herself, and four brothers. Out of all her brothers she had the strongest relationship with Drangjane. Why she enjoyed him so much was because he was the most like herself, beside Moonling who was her twin, but there was something so wonderful about her brother Drangjane that separated him from all the rest of her siblings, out of all of them, he and Moonling were the only ones that would go Maying with her, he and Moonling were also the only siblings that had gone faerie hunting.

Of course they had to do those things in secret because their parents said that it was folly to go wasting ones time when they should be back at the farm helping with their family getting things ready for harvest, especially when things like Maying are terribly silly, and creatures like faeries don’t really exist!


Drangjane had left that morning, he had not told her until last night, around the fire outside of there house under the almost full moon, not wanting to make her sad in advance because he knew that she would of done something to stop him from going. One of her weaknesses, he knew, was her feelings and emotions toward people, sometimes she would let only her feelings control her, then all her knowledge and sense was gone and she would do things that later she would regret, but she would never admit to it. He knew that someday someone would teach her to keep control of her feelings, but that day still had yet come. Lakshmi had been very heart broken that he had not told her sooner, she felt like one of the only people she could trust and visa versa had not trusted her and was doubtful about her. This seemed to crush her even more than Drangjane leaving. She felt very depressed and cold when it came time to say good-bye to her dear and trusted brother, but even though a thousand emotions swirled inside of her threatening to escape she hid her feelings and did not shed one single tear when Drangjane hugged her and kissed her cheek.


She had noted that this seemed to make Drangjane sad, but she did not really mind at the moment. All she could think about was how Drangjane had doubted her, and for this, she knew, would make a barrier between her and her brother the next time they met. She was sad for this reason but would not even admit it to herself, for fear of letting her emotions before she reached the moss waterfall.


She finally heard the peaceful splash of the waterfall, and was relieved when, she raced through a small opening in a rock wall, and found herself at the foot of the moss waterfall. She let herself fall on the lichen, mossy, and flower covered ground by the water. Then, without holding anything back, she let tears of bitterness, regret, pain, fear, loneliness, doubt, and unfriendly coldness fall from her eyes. She sobbed, and cursed under her breath until, she felt dry, cold, and weak. Her limbs were shaking with passion by the time she stopped. Shaking, she tried to stand up, but felt to exhausted to move, so she lay there for what it seemed, forever. She tried to get her thoughts off Drangjane for she knew that if she thought about him anymore she would begin to cry even harder, and from her state right then she knew that she would probably make herself faint.


So she began to distract herself from her feelings and let her mind wander. She first tried to concentrate on a flower that was next to her, but to no avail, for the flower made her remember one summer dance when Drangjane had made her a flower crown out of the same kind of flower. She then felt one salty tear fall down her cheek and land on the palm of her hand, she quickly brushed the tear away and tried to concentrate on another flower.


This flower seemed very different from the others, almost unreal. She stared at it until the light began to fade, she knew that she must go, but still felt reluctant to. Still gazing at the flower, she was standing up and was about to turn around when the flower moved. She knew it had not been the wind for there was none, and nothing had pushed it. So she knelt down and picked the flower. It did not even seem to be attached to the earth for as soon as she put her hand around it, it just seemed to let go. Lakshmi held the flower for awhile in the palm of her hand, inspecting it. It looked just like a flower, but there was something that made it peculiar.


She tried to figure it out, but the light was now too dim, she stepped out from under the shadows and into the last rays of warmth before the sun fell from view, at first there wasn’t a change at all, but as she looked even closer she saw that instead of a stem, there was a small body! Excited, Lakshmi lifted the petals of the flower to find a faerie!


The faerie seemed smaller than the storytellers had said, Lakshmi decided that it must be a very young faerie and not fully grown. The faerie was a girl, she was pale and she had a very good figure. Her dress was made of forget-me-not petals, that were very beautiful on her. Her wings were silver, with small butterfly designs on them, her small face had two very luminous purple eyes that looked quite frantic and frightened at the moment, but could of easily looked elegant and bewitching under different circumstances. The faerie had blonde, almost white hair, that was filled with curls which she shook vigorously, her hair was done in some enchanting and foreign style, she had small flowers and jewels woven into her hair, which reflected off the moon that had just risen, it was a full moon, so moon beams danced all around the two girls who were staring into each others eyes, neither of them willing to break the others gaze, making the whole scene even more enchanting.


They could of stayed there forever if the faerie had not begone to let tears fall down her face. The faerie tried to wipe them away and return her gaze into Lakshmi’s jade green eyes, but to no avail. She then began to hopelessly sob, through gasps of breath. Lakshmi, not sure of what to do began to gently stroke her wings and hair. For awhile the faerie ignored the kind gesture, but after sometime passed by, the faerie began to let go of her mind and let her conscious touch Lakshmi’s.


At first Lakshmi felt vulnerable, but after awhile she allowed the faerie to come into to her mind and conscious, reasoning that such a small creature could do her no real harm. There minds touched and the faerie asked:


Well, aren't you going to kill me?Of course not. Why on earth would I kill the only faerie I’ve ever seen?


The faerie took a very long breath after that sentence for as you know faerie’s are so small that a long sentence will leave them quite out of breath, so you have to be very patient when you talk to a faerie.

You can’t make me tell you! Many a human have captured me but I have always escaped without them even knowing how old I am!

To this Lackshmi replied:


Well you can tell me your name if you-


Certainly not! Besides, it is no matter to you.


The faerie scoffed to Lakshmi.


Well fine then, I’ll just tell you what MY name is, though, you know that it is scathingly rude to let someone else tell their name and you refuse to tell yours, especially since you WHERE the first to say something. I mean to say YOU should know that since EVERYBODY is taught those basic manners.


Lakshmi said in a little heated vioce, it felt good to know that she knew SOMETHING more than such a beautiful creature.


Of course I know THAT! I’m a- Well? You’re a what? Well fine then, if I’m not to know WHAT you are, or WHAT your name is I might as well tell you MY name and WHAT I am. My name is Lakshmi Vainl. I am the Daughter of Torn Vainl, and I am a Herbalist in training.


YOU’RE a Herbalist?


The faerie asked rather doubtfully. At the word "Herbalist the fearie had turned her head and was staring at Lakshmi. Lakshmi did not notice and continued on talking.


Well yes. Well rather I’m going to be one, in a few years that is. See Gertrude, she is the town tea maker and herbalist, is training me because my family lives rather far from town and it is hard for her to walk so far just to check on us, and so she said that she would teach me so I could take care of my family, and also she said something about that I had promising in me or something around those lines, I can’t quite remember because it was so many years ago that she started mentoring me. But I have had such a wonderful time since she started teaching me about remedies, mushrooms, mosses, lichens, and herbs. It is as if she gave me a golden key to a enchantingly wonderful fantasy land. I have found that there is so much more to life!


Now it was Lakshmi's turn to be quite out of breath.


She sounds like an interesting character.


The faerie committed. Sounding just a little bit amused.


Oh she is! She’s wonderful! She’s always understanding and kind, and she seems like she quite never really grew up, well in a way.


Lakshmi said while she imagined when Gertrude had stayed up on a full moon cool Summer’s night trying to see a faerie.Lakshmi felt a little flushed after sharing so much of her feelings to a total stranger when she would not even confide that information to her dear sister!Yes, I think


She never really grew up at all.


But this time she did not really say it to the faerie, but merily repeating the sentence in her mind.


With all due respect,
Anonymous

Me, Myself, and I

Myself, I wonder how I can explain 'myself' but the right words leave me. I suppose, that is if you wanted to believe, I am a tween in flesh but I still feel more like a child. Unfortnaetly I am sure I will grow out of it eventually as all people do, but I hope I still have a while longer. I guess the best way for you to begin to make my acquaintence (I'm not quite sure that that's the way you spell it) is to show my pionts of view on common subjects. I'm not exactly sure though what subject I shouldtalk about, I guess Life will do,after all, it is a very extremely common subject. (But definitley not a boring one!) The way I think of Life is this: Adults are always (or almost always) saying how they wish that they were young again. Tht always begins to confuse me because I know that almost everysingle parent I know is always saying how they wish that their children acted more grown up and more mature and it seems that they especially say that they wish that their children were older so they could do certain things and such. That si why at the beginning of my post I wrote: "I am a tween in flesh but I still feel more like a child." I wrote that because I believ that children should be allowed to grow at their own pace and time. Even though the world says mentaly and physically I should act and be and feel like a tween, I just don't think it's my time yet to move on to dating boys, and working a job, and driving a automobile and all that drama. I am more than enchanted to be the way I am and the way I 'mentaly' think. I have enough trauma as it is being a kid, and even though it is 'exciting' at sometimes, but on the whole I don't seriously belive I could take anymore. And I also like to (this is going to sound very rebelious and fiesty but it's the truth,) make people put a label on me for being strange. I like being utterly unique and individual. I don't think I could stand to be somebody else then who I am. I want to be somebody who goes through life not really caring about what other people think of me but only caring about what I think about myself and making sure that I am nothing less than original. I see it as when people try to change their ways to be like somebody else, all their doing is hurting themselves and not being able to reflect who they are, and basically their not living their dream their own way. My dream is my dream and I am going to live it my way. Somebody once said: "I dn't know a good way to die, but I do know a grand way to live." (Now I don't know who said that but I liked it.) I guess 've lectured you enough about what I think of Life. I mean, everyone has their own way of thinking about how their going to live Life, I just rather wanted to give my point of view. I usually don' go giving tha speech around but I just thought that was thebest subject to talk about. My friend's and I always say: "Life is short, we're going to live it our way and enjoy it."

With all due respect,
Anonymous