|I believe this to be more of my forte so here are the songs I've posted on here. Have a listen, and tell me what you think!|
Misty Mountain HopSnow fell slowly over the mountain, the wind blowing coldly and stirring the cold powder into beautiful patterns, twirling across the sky. The growing cold and wind barely bothered me compared to the low visibility caused by those same swirls through the sky. There were no landmarks on this part of the mountain: no easily visible ridges, or notable formations of rocks, no comfort at all for someone trying to head back home. Looking up at the sky, I could practically feel the oncoming storm, just a few minutes out, sending a shiver down my spine, despite the lack of any sensation of chill in my body. Raising my hand to shield my face from the growing wind, I trudged on with growing determination as the snow built up. It now had risen to cover my knees, the soft powder still buckling under the negligible weight of my form. Despite the lack of feeling of chill, I could feel my body growing numb, I cursed in frustration. Why’d it have to storm here, now? Dread began to sink over me aMisty Mountain Hop by Xanatu
Sacred Summer - Summer 2013 Contest"Mother, why haven't they ever fixed the Burned Tower?"Sacred Summer - Summer 2013 Contest by Xanatu
"I don't know sweetie, it was such a long time ago. Maybe it serves as a memory, an homage to the three Pokemon who died here but were brought back to life."
The answer my mother gave was satisfying enough to stop any further questioning. All the same, I couldn't help but look up to the sky as my eyes darted past the top of the Burned Tower, as if expecting the rest of it to magically be there. It burnt down long ago, set alight in the most horrific thunderstorm our city had ever seen, in a fire that lasted 3 days. Then, a mysterious sudden downpour put out the raging flames. It once stood as high as the other tower to the east, which was now known as a Bell Tower. Looking at the burnt structure in front of me, and then to the wondrous structure in the distance to the east, I couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like to see the two towers together when they both were intact.
"All the same," my mother continued,
"Making magic doesn't make rhyme"|
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Print preference: Don't really have one
Favourite genre of music: Progressive, Metal, those two combined, Instrumental
Favourite photographer: My dad XD
Favourite style of art: Japanese Manga/Anime
Operating System: Mac OS X Leopard, Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Shell of choice: bash
Wallpaper of choice: Pokewalls by MapleRose
Skin of choice: ...people still use Windows Media Player Skins?
Favourite cartoon character: Typhlosion, Lugia, Darkrai
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