tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71865302011-10-11T07:52:09.782+02:00I can't exactly tell you what you'll find here, but I promise you, you won't regret a visit. At least, not so very much, I hope. Anyway, if you should feel not so well after visiting this, it's very possible, but I'm not responsible for it. I admit, it's quite insane. Sit down and enjoy!Amys Dark Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18392360569996063055noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186530.post-1109197788210017142005-02-23T23:24:00.000+01:002005-02-23T23:29:48.213+01:00

This is my last post on this blog... however, it is not over yet, because I simply moved to another location. Rain of the Night is where you can find me from now on. I hope to see you there again! This blog will remain here a little while longer, and none of the posts will be deleted. Why I moved? No apparent reason, just an idea. Hope to see you soon on the new location! Dit is mijn laatste

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Als je bier drinkt, roep de kracht van de aarde, want aarde neemt bier op, het vuur ziekten, eikenbast buikloop, de korenhalm hekserij, het huis ruzies, roep de maan aan bij haat, een pier neemt pijn op, de runen het kwaad, het land neemt de vloed op. Ik weet dat ik hing aan een winderige boom negen nachten lang verwond door een speer aan Odin gegeven ik zelf aan mij zelf aan die boom waarvan

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Haar stem drijft door de ruimte zoals zij op water zou drijven: licht en zacht. Zo is ze in al haar bewegingen: ze huppelt over de alfa en de omega en duikt de geschiedenis in. Ze vliegt weg zoals de bellen die ze blaast. Donkere crypte, voor haar beschutting. Als de ziel die hier wegteerde kruipt ze omhoog, het daglicht in. Ze blaast de rook uit haar mond, in kringetjes, en zwaait ze verstrooid

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Anyone bored here? No? I was, till I suddenly got this brilliant idea! If you can spam on a forum... why not a blog? Hehe, I found a new way to terrorize you, poor readers! But do not fear, my other personality shall save you from this evil spell I cast on thou! There are two possibilities for spam: either it is a short and of course, useless message, either it is a very long and even more

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Yes, a project for aesthetics and personally I feel it is the only not useless thing to do on school these days. These first days after a way too short Christmas holiday... HERE you! Sorry, I had to call my thoughts back, they keep on wandering off. Very difficult to keep them concentrated on one point. See, they're doing it again! I was talking about the project, if I recall correctly.

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This blog is acting a bit strange. I updated my profile and did something about the malfunctioning picture but the blog won't take it. Though when I take a look at my profile it has been updated... Help! I reread some things on my blog and was shocked by how many spelling mistakes there are still left. So I’m afraid a big cleaning operation is necessary. For the time being you won’t hear much

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Impossible to forget that gravely disturbed text... I wrote it for a friend of mine, who plays in a band. She asked me to write some lyrics for her about a vampire. Of course, Vampire Underground was way too long so I had to rewrite them. And here is the result! Vampire Underground Taste the dew in evening hours Another day passed, life begins Tonight it’s you and me reunited My glass

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I still love you, my dears! Merry Christmas or Yule, and give the new year a start it will never forget! I, on my turn, shall start with the apologies, as usual, for why I updated so late again... I'm currently working on a writing challenge and it must be finished by the end of this week. Second reason: I've been to Amsterdam for a couple of days and it snowed over there. ( Not that that's much

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Ik heb al veel vreemde bomen gezien in mijn leven maar niets is zo mysterieus als onze eikenboom, ik verzeker het je… het ding staat er al jaren zomaar te staan (de onbeschaamdheid!) zonder dat iemand weet hoe lang precies en hoewel verschillende rioleringswerken en boom – omhak – campagnes hem al hebben aangevallen staat hij er nog steeds. Vandaag is een van die dertien – in – een – dozijn

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Typical... my muse always visits when I've got to study, but I couldn't resist to type this down, waiting for the inspiration of a vampire-idea I once got for so long now. Enjoy, and don't be afraid, like all the other pieces, this isn't autobiographical either. Vampire Underground Tell me, how did it go? Tomorrow is another day and yesterday is gone already. Taste the dew in the evening

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Busy, busy, busy... a word that should be banned from this society and has unfortunately a quite important place in many people's vocabulary. I am busy these days. Exams (this minor detail), and Dream Drops, the brand new forum of my twin sister and me, ask a lot of my time. And of course I have a big collection of books and movies waiting for me to be read and seen as well in these cold winter

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Dit is een kort maar zwaar stukje tekst dat ik een poosje geleden schreef. Er wordt niet veel gezegd maar veel gesuggereerd, en de suggesties zijn even zwaar als de woorden hadden kunnen zijn... bij wijze van waarschuwing. Zet nu alsjeblieft geen keiluide rockmuziek op als je dit leest maar hou het even stil. Sjjjj... Korenbloem Als een korenbloem strekt zij zich voor mij uit. ‘ Mijn lieve

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Want to know what hidden talents you possess or what mysteries your name hides? Let it be revealed to us all! AAccurateMMysteriousYYoungSSkillfulName / Username: Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com Furthermore I took this oportunity to play a little more in my letter sandbox and let you learn something more about me again. Here I've got the original answers to the most original questions

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It is like an invisible word that hasn’t been spoken, but I think I touched it. It wasn’t very hard to find, just reaching in the depths you offered me. Fading into the distance ignorance went by to find another victim but I had been released. Did I ever thank you for that? Now would be the perfect time. Too late of course, but then again, better late than never. And I guess I’m supposed to tell

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Something I wrote, an image that came to me in the night when I couldn't sleep. I wrote it down a day after that night. It still needed some thought, like you won't drink a good cup of tea immediately. It needs some time... - Luis Royo - Dark Passion A tunnel. It was entirely dark but on both ends light could be seen. Two silhouettes entered the tunnel and their shadows took away all

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Amsterdam, november 8th There is more black than usual around the music and dvd store Fame. Expectation and excitement hang in the air, even noticeable for those who have no clue what all this is about. Me and my friend enter the store much more than necessary. Everybody waits till it's 4 o'clock, because that is the hour nightwish will start the signing session. At two o'clock it is

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As you can see, I've been playing with the html codes and this is, for now, the result. I also want to introduce you to my avatar! (Great pall) This is a drawing from Luis Royo, from whom I have posted other works before in this blog and you can find the link to his website in the sidebar. Tomorrow I'm going to Amsterdam for the Nightwish and Sonata Arctica gig! The second time I'm

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Here is the promised English version of the fairy tale, and I must say, I like it much more in English. All those who have read it in Dutch, I personally recommend this English version. And I have decided to make another rewrite in Dutch. When you read this, listen to Lullaby from Loreena McKennith, Celtic Dream from Lord of the Dance or Grand Finale from Lord of the Dance. Enjoy! Once upon a

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Don't worry, I didn't forget you again! I just went to Berlin, Germany's capital, last week. It was a project with school in which students from everywhere from Europe participated in a simulation game of the General Assembly of the United Nations, and it was a very interesting experience. Every two students got a country to represent and I and friend had Indonesia. The two topics on the agenda:

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Here is the promised fairy tale. Unfortunately, the English translation isn't ready yet but it will follow later this week. Here the original Dutch version. Schelp Er was eens een meisje dat ergens aan de kusten van een ver ontembaar land woonde. Als ze aan het raam stond zag ze de wilde golven van de zee opspatten tegen de rotsen en met een luide brul weer terug trekken om daarna telkens

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Yesterday I found an idea somewhere in the depths of my mind. Alas, it escaped again before I could catch it. Think of the possibilities: a fresh idea in one’s mind, one could do great things with it. There have been many great ideas during history; great ideas. The World Wars were one of them, and now Bush – or actually his right hand man Karl rove – has another great idea: why not use war as a

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It is something magical and sometimes I really wish I could believe, but I mean really believe with all my heart, in something. I don’t care in what: God, mother Earth, some Goddess, I don’t care. Just something. Somehow I think it is easier to live when you believe in something, because you always have something to fall back on, or someone to direct your prayers at. When I am in a huge and

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Yesterday evening my 24-year-old best friend calls my and says: I really need to tell you something, it is important. Could you come over to my place? So I went, afrais something bad had happened, and when I arrive I find her smiling. I ask: What has happened? Not something bad I hope? O no, she answers. Not bad at all, you see, my dearest boyfriend asked me to marry him, and I said yes.

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I know I should do something about that sidebar but I really refuse to take smaller images or boring url's... so you'll just have to cope with it I'm afraid till I'm in a more rational mood! See, I really am impossible to read from... let's not mention to live with. I guess I'm in the state of mind to pollute my screen with all the nonsens in my head so let's not spoil the fun and continue this

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Finally, the long promised ending of my little short fiction. I'm sorry, but it is in dutch just like the first part, and I don't think I'm ever going to translate it because that just wouldn't fir with the words. But after this one you'll get some English food again. I know it is a quite mysterious story but if you read it a second time things will become clearer to you. For people who have read

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My very dear readers, Don't worry, I didn't forget this blog at all. But here in Belgium we have something called 'Open Monumentendag', which is an annual event through the entire country on which monuments like statues, paintings and churches are being remembered and honored. Yay, what an explanation for not updating this blog... the explanation is on its way! You see, my school has this

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I've been busy with creating a little quiz of my own and of course, I simply had to make it. Here are the results: You are absolutely irredeemable, and you like it. There is no place for feelings in your world. You are a master of evil and your only wish is to dominate everything! How dark and cold are you? brought to you by Quizilla Feel free to make it yourself and to vote!

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Yesterday I had a day off, so I promised a friend of mine to go with him to town there a good friend of him is about to leave the country for her study and he wanted to buy her a present. So we went to Ghent in the afternoon and after the shopping we went to the Irish pub for a drink. In the pub we sat on the terrace – a beautiful terrace with wonderful painted walls (dwarves, elves and other

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I know I didn’t write very much the last couple of weeks but this is due to my vacation job. And despite I didn’t upload my blog I did write some things, but most part on my fanfictions. That’s why I want to share something with you which isn’t from my hand. I present to you the lyrics of gothic composer Luca Turilli's song Princess Aurora! In my opinion a wonderful song with a brilliant singer!

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Now what do I have for you? Surprise surprise!   I give you the prologue of my newest Star Wars fanfic, named The Chronicles of Darkness. This is an Alternate Universe fic! Disclaimer: I own none of the described characters or places, they're a product of the imagination of the holy ghost Lucas. Praise the lord, euhm... the Force! It is very unlikely you'll get more of this fic in my blog

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Those little tests on the internet can be really funny from time to time, okay, there are loads of crap between the jewels but some of the inventive creators really did a good job. So I reward them with enjoying myself making their results of an extremely creative mood with much pleasure and actually being pleased with the outcome, or not. Call me a geek, which I am of course, but I can have

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Gisteren een magisch moment: een nieuwe schrift gekocht, een schrijfschrift. En wat is daar nu zo speciaal aan? Een nieuw schrift heeft een nieuwe inleiding nodig. En dit is het geworden: Dit is... Het Boek der Nachten. Magische schrijfsels ontstaan uit stof en parels, Diamanten van de lucht en aarde en hodnerd rijken daarachter. In kleuren en duisternis, in stilte en het woord

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Source Bellenblaas. Lachen. Pannenkoeken eten. Naar de film gaan. Kortom: de meeting van forum Het Nest in Utrecht was meer dan geslaagd! Een fantastisch gezelschap en de weergoden die gelukkig een beetje meewerkten, wat kon er nog misgaan? Heel veel: vertragingen, bijna verdwaald in Utrecht en bijna te laat voor de film maar dat hoort er allemaal bij op een meeting. De film dan.

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I live in a very beautiful area, the river the Leie is only a hundred meters away from my house. Today I went out for a walk with my parents. Sitting on the bridge, I watched the water while the sun was setting. It was like the world had changed, everything covered with a shade of gold. The shadows of the threes on the water, the soft sound of the river... This a picture of where I live.

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Een stukje lyrisch proza dat in één van mijn 'avondbuien' zoals ik ze noem kwam binnengluren... en het is binnen gebleven. Morgen een stukje gevonden van gisteren in een klank van wat net niet vergeten is. Herinnerd op het randje van de legende. Zwem en duik en verlies om gevonden te worden. Spinnenkind, zonder web verdwaal jij. Maar de moeder is er nog, en de bomen om in de takken te

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A single word can be a world and every letter a land World of Froud What an opening isn't it? But that's what this is to be about: different worlds! People keep on inventing their own dreamworlds and fantasyworlds. I think the whole Lord of the Rings-thing is the best example of that on the moment. It's all fun, and I would be the last person to deny that, but it can be dangerous too. What if

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Ze stond in het midden van de zaal, helemaal alleen. Stilte hing als een deken over de ruimte. Ze droeg eenvoudige kleren die haar niet belemmerden in haar bewegingen, haar zilvergrijze mantel raakte de grond net niet. Ze bewoog niet, ze sprak niet; ze stond daar maar. Onbeweeglijk in die verlaten zaal. Enig ander zou klein geleken hebben in die grote ruimte, maar zij niet. Het leek bijna

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En die titel kan op veel slaan maar ik ga beginnen met het opsommen van de nutteloze feitjes die de laatste dagen in mijn zeer geregeld leventje gebeurd zijn. En aangezien ik in de examens zit raad ik jullie aan je voor te bereiden op een zéér leerrijk verslag, wat sommigen onder jullie zullen mislezen als saai. En ik kan jullie niet helemaal ongelijk geven, dus hier wat tips om jullie het

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Wie kent het niet? Dat rotgeluid als je lievelingsliedje op de radio onderbroken wordt voor de verkeersinformatie? En vooral Studio Brussel is daar goed in! But do not despair, 'cause! Ik heb het grappigste der grappigste ontdekt, of liever gezegd, verkeersinformatie is niet zo saai als die wel lijkt. Let maar eens op de lieflijke namen die België aan zijn steden geeft: Kontig, Zwijnaarde,

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I told you there was another reason why I named this blog the way it is named, but I forgot it. No, I'm joking. I think the night is not what most people consider it as: dark and scary, with nothing but bad things waiting for you. I see the night as a safe place where you can hide to write and unleash your imagination. A moment to be alone with your thoughts and to think about them. To watch the

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Ik hoop dat jullie mijn vorige verhaal leuk vonden, of toch op zijn minst leesbaar. Zoniet spijt het me vreselijk jullie nog meer te moeten irriteren met nog een verhaal, deze keer in het Nederlands. Maar eerst zal ik een beetje uitleggen hoe het precies in elkaar zit, want het is een nogal ingewikkelde zaak. Ik ben twee jaar geleden begonnen met een fanfic 'De Bestemming'. Die is nog altijd

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Goedemorgen, middag of avond. ( Ik weet ook niet wanneer jullie dit lezen maar ondanks mijn vele gebreken ben ik wel beleefd  opgevoed) Ik heb een kortverhaal geschreven, met de nadruk op kort, en langs deze weg kunnen jullie het lezen. But first I’d like you to explain why I named this blog Rain of the Night. Instead of giving it my own name I gave it this less common one, but this has a

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This is my first post, wow! This afternoon I got the crazy idea of starting a blog. What it was that brought me to that decision, good god in heavens, I don't know. But it isn't the first time I got such a crazy idea, I often have it with fanfictions. I like to write a fanfic from time to time, and sometimes there are such periods in which you don't have any inspiration at all and other times

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