Your favourite place

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Permalink Reply by Haunted Beauty on September 1, 2009 at 6:47am

Well no one here would know it but my favorite place i have been is Queensland its in Australia by the way, i so want to move there :D



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Permalink Reply by Grey Wolf DarkHeart† on September 7, 2009 at 9:04am

I know it! well, i haven
t been there, but I live in New Zealand, just South East of Auzzie.....

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Permalink Reply by Ophelia on September 3, 2009 at 10:57pm

My favourite place, huh?
Well... I think that there's only one answer that I can give to that. It's strange really - I haven't thought about him in such a long time, but my friend said something to me today and it just bought it all back...
Oh, well. Here it is.
I was out for a walk, on a lonely summers day, just meandering like a tiny brook that's lost and is trying to find the mother ocean. I've lived in this place all my life, but I've never really wandered out anywhere, and I've never seen all there is to see. So, naturally, when I found this one place, my heart seemed to stop. I don't think anything could have been so beautiful, so etheral, so magical as that little clearing. I know what you're all thinking now: "Twilight...". But it's not.
Anyway.
I shall now describe the place that I love, the place that shall never be in my heart, because it is my heart. It's the place that the faeries made, for us and us alone...
I can't even begin to describe how this looked to me, because as I look back now, the past is drizzled in honey, and all my memories of that time have become golden, seen through a filter that seemed to be made of happiness. Sheafs of barley littered the edges of the clearing, mingling with elms, ashes, spruces and one oak. Not new, not old, but old enough to climb and rest on and dangle from... old enough to play with. Light filtered down from the trees and played and danced with the little brook that I had been chasing trickled itself into the warm embrace of the crystal clear pond that occupied the middle of the clearing, seeming to not only be centre of this little cubby-hole away from the world, but centre of the life that inhabited it too. Emerald green damsal flies flittered to and fro, never staying in the one place for more than a minute, almost appearing as faeries to my dazzled eyes. Frogs ribbited from the bullrushes that encircled the pond, and a solitary swan nested in the reeds, its mate dipping and diving for food amongst the weeds. Water boatman skimmed the surface, and small roach swam underneath, darting and daring the bigger fish to catch them in the game of life.
And this boy jumped down from the old oak, and smiled a smile that shone with the light that echoed in his surroundings, and I swear that I was in love, right then, right there.
We'd meet there every day. We'd fish, we'd play, we'd dance, we even had a picknick and barbeque. We'd talk (oh, we'd talk), and I don't think that I had ever felt as happy as when I was with him. And the night before he left forever, we sat in that small clearing and I told him of how we first met, and I told him that I was so overcome with the beauty of it all, that I didn't think it could come from man. I told him that I thought that the faeries made it, because only the fae could making something taht magical. And he looked at me, right into my eyes, deep down into my core, and said 'Yeah, they made it. They made it for us, and only us, and it shall be our place, forever and forever.'
And that was the last thing he ever said to me. He wanted 'a clean break', because 'it's easier that way'. And to be honest, it was. Well, until my friend said something about it today, and bought it all back. If she hadn't, I probably wouldn't have written this here. I'd have said The Forbidden Garden, or something (this great place in Yorkshire, you should really check it out).
But if you do happen to find the clearing that the faeries made, be sure to check out the oak. I think it's still written there. O.M.&S.K.
And if you look further down (& the Fae). Seb's idea of our joke. Our litte secret for the world to see. Our little secret just for me.

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Permalink Reply by Grey Wolf DarkHeart† on September 7, 2009 at 9:04am

That sounds beautiful!

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Permalink Reply by Ophelia on September 3, 2009 at 10:57pm

Wow, I wrote a lot... I seriously didn't realise it was that much, lol

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Permalink Reply by Sterling on September 3, 2009 at 11:08pm

Besides my couch? Scotland. The Orkney islands. Beautiful. Magical.

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Permalink Reply by Grey Wolf DarkHeart† on September 7, 2009 at 9:15am

haha besides my couch... I quite like the cpu chair. if the cpu is infront of me. and working lolz
but I just thought of another place I love - it's called Leigh Lodge
okay, have to admit, it is a naturist place (if you know what I mean by that - sun club lolz)
but I love it there, a small lodge, a river I love going down (or up - how about just 'along' ) and it's HUGE, LOTS of grass and some dirt cliffs, and a SHITLOAD of blackberry bushes, and I'm usually allowed to go most years, and usually it's around the time blackberries are in season! (yay)
but it's betetr when I'm not the only kid tehre..... like when we were younger, me, dan and (sometimes) andita, walking along the river (and a bit of running and daring each other to swim in the deep parts) and sometyimes, never when anita was tehre, cuz she didn
t like it, but me and dan often pulled rocks outta the (mainly) dirt cliff and often TRIED to skim them across the water - I almost always failed!

*sighs*
ahh, I loved those days
so much immaturity, but still kinda trusted not to be a dickhead, and get entertained by little things - but I guess I AM a bit fitter now than then... but it has no reception, almost out in the middle of nowhere, (Still in Canterbury, NZ) but one time, I walked (by myself, it was just this year) along the river and I'm just like "Holy Shit!"(out loud) cuz I saw a house with an orange roof, and I thought I must have gone MUCH further than I'd thought, so I went back as quickley as possible, and it fidn't take long, and I hadn't gone as far as I thought I had after I saw the house... maybe it's kinda new?... but it was kinda a bit far away.....
but yeah, I LOVE that place..... hah, I'd love the lodge to be changed round a bit and insulated, adn turned into MY OWN place, (with extra rooms) and then I'd put a FEW fences up and have a bunch of animals tehre, and then more naturists can visit and stay a few nights like they already do, but I live, there, and theres actually cellphone reception and some internet also......

but, seriously, I love that place....

and also, near the river, theres, under a hill, an underground sauna, but it was last used when I was, what, 3? 4? no more than 5.... so over 8 years, but would still probably work.....

fuck, I miss those old days, the carelessness, easily entertained by lame things, more immature, but in some ways more mature.....
*tear rolls down cheek*

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Permalink Reply by Xenia on September 7, 2009 at 9:20am

At the beach in cloudy but dry weather..

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Permalink Reply by Eva on September 7, 2009 at 10:00am

my fav place is sklavia camp,a camp in chios(an island in greece).I go there every year and i have a wonderful time!I have also met there the person I love and I have created some strong friendships

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