Creative Writing: Favorite Place

There are a lot of places I love to visit, but I really enjoy using my imagination to create 'my world'.

There are several realms in this world and I will describe the first. There is a treeline made of birch and oak, you see big, fluffy snowflakes falling down, like little kisses on everything they touch. Despite the snowfall, you see plush green grass path leading to cozy huts filled with spiced ciders and coffees.

Now, lets walk beyond the treeline, into the spring and summer realm. The bark on the trees is dark and wet, the little leave shoots are the brightest green and smell of vanilla mint. There is a lazy meadow filled with wild roses and winged faeries. At the heart of this scene is a pond. Not just any pond, a pond to rival Acheron, pure, clear waters, smooth pebbles cover the bottom of this glassy pool, little frogs flit about and when you stick your feet off the pier, the most peculiar looking little orange fish suck on your toes and fly around on an unknown mission.

Let us retire to the third and final realm, so far at least. This is the most ethereal realm. Let me build this from the ground up: picture a cratered surface, basically the Moonn, it glows a silvery shine that looks as if it could quench the deepest thirst. The craters on this surface are terrariums that contain things that look like tidal pools but contain creatures you have never seen. There, I reside with My Love. We lay here, forever. Death's kiss is not welcome here, only Serenity. Our hands are intertwined, we rule this world. We love this world. This world is ours.