You found out you have a twin sister . . . how do you react???
Sunshine Haze and Moonlight Daze
Wednesday, 10 August 2016
Melanie Martinez - Bittersweet Tragedy (Official Audio)
This is the perfect song to listen to whilst writing - the empathy, that voice . . . it gives you all the concentration you need.
Sweet smiles!!!!
I've done some creative writing - what do you all think of it?
I know I won’t escape.
It’s no surprise to me, that
escaping isn’t an option. Still, the fear of them has always plunged me
into that hollow feeling of hopelessness. A feeling, which I can’t succumb. Just the thought of them makes me shudder; it
makes my heart beat faster. Faster. But the sight of them, the sheer sight of
that piercing look - a sinister, yet beautiful gleam in their eyes - is enough
to make me want to escape.
I can see it now, that little
gleam which brings me no beauty, but dread. The dread that leaves me longing
for freedom, the dread that tells me there is no freedom for me to escape to.
I can see them inching towards
me, not with rapidness though - with that calm gradual movement of their feet, accompanied
by the readiness of their fingernails. Fingernails, which are undoubtedly ready
to leave an eternal mark on my skin. This will remind me of what I used to face,
when I become a member of the elderly.
If I can survive this now, I will
be able to recall this from my memory if I do become old.
Only thing is, something tells me
that I’m not going to survive.
But I don’t want to die without
trying though.
My eyes scan for all sources of
help, and I find a young boy serving a customer at a bakery. Reminiscence makes
an appearance. I’ve met this person before. No doubt. Oh what was his name? What
was it?
Ash.
His name was Ash.
Ash, who knows how to break hearts.
Does he know how to save a life? Maybe,
maybe not.
Tell
him what’s been happening.
I could always do that. Couldn’t I? I take
a step forward in the direction of the bakery. My life does matter to me.
But
it doesn’t matter to anyone else, does it? You’re better off throwing it away
than letting the others do it for you.
The little voice has a point. I don’t
want them to discard my life for me.
It’s my life and I’m the one who’s supposed to decide what to do with it. Throwing
it away is an easier option than trying to survive in this painful mess. A
painful mess which I’m stuck in. The kind of mess which follows me around.
Which vows to never let me go. A little swim in the river can end it all. For
good.
You
see this life like a swinging vine. You want to swing your heart across the
line and think that this will all be over for you. Ever thought about seeking
justice for all that’s happened? Throwing your life away won’t bring you any
justice for what you’ve faced.
The seeking of justice brings tears to
my eyes.
How can my survival, ever pay for what
I’ve lived through?
It’ll only add up to the debt I want them to pay for. I want them to know
how it hurts to live a life like this. I want them to just have a taste of what
it’s like to live a broken life like
this, with no form of safety. No support. Nothing but a life which can only
evanesce, slipping away from me like a piece of string from someone’s
fingertips.
Look,
do you want justice, or not? Do you want to end this all, get freed from this
mess which you have made with your life, or get stuck with it?
I want my justice. I want to be free. Like
a firebird. A fearless firebird, who eliminates her fear with her power. Breathes fire from her lungs. Scares her
enemies away.
But a forlorn little girl like me,
with no power. With no fire in her lungs. What does she do?
She
bottles up the courage to tell someone. To tell someone that she wants help.
Help, to stop what’s happening from happening. Help, to bring the justice she
deserves. After all, she only wanted to
be happy. So what do you do? You do
exactly what she was supposed to do and free yourself from the pain that
awaits.
My hands find their way to the door
handle of the bakery, a portal of help, but something grasps hold of my hands.
Something alert, ready, determined. Determined to do what I dread the most.
To hurt me.
If only I’d escaped.
But there’s no way I’ll ever be able
to do that – from them.
It only takes one blow, connecting
itself to my neck and I’m down on the ground. Helpless. A little shove here, a
harder tug there. Trickles of blood.
Then, the crying takes place. The
tears make their way out of my eyes, and what have I done? I’ve given them
something to make fun of. My emotions. They’re making fun of my emotions.
“So what do we have here? A little
crybaby? Wanting to go back to ickle wickle Mummy Wummy? Not a chance! We ain’t
letting you go, ya know. We’re keeping you right down here. And ye better stay
there? Understand? Weakling! Oh yeah, and when we do let ya go, go tell ye olde
Muvver that we aint sorry for the damage we made!”
Their laughter resembles the cackles
of Cruella De Vil.
Which makes me the weak, little puppy.
Monday, 24 August 2015
Style Question - Made for the fashion geeks! :-)
My first youtube vid - comment and like please, my fellow fans!!!!!!!
Sunday, 23 August 2015
Cathy Cassidy: Dreamcatcher : BULLYING: THE TRUE VICTIMS
Cathy Cassidy: Dreamcatcher : BULLYING: THE TRUE VICTIMS: Author Eve Ainsworth writes about how looking at bullying from both sides has helped to inspire her new book 7 DAYS… Eve says: 'It...
This is a beautiful book to read is what i think - so start reading it from the word NOW . . .
This is a beautiful book to read is what i think - so start reading it from the word NOW . . .
Wednesday, 19 August 2015
Sia - Elastic Heart (Mats Gulbrandsen Vs Cosmic Dawn Remix)
You are guaranteed to love this AWESOME remix of Sia's song Elastic Heart, feautured in one of the Hunger Games films.
Monday, 17 August 2015
Cathy Cassidy: Dreamcatcher : ZARIN: THE DAY WE MET CATHY!
Cathy Cassidy: Dreamcatcher : ZARIN: THE DAY WE MET CATHY!: When reader Zarin found out I was visiting a school near her, she campaigned to be allowed to go along - and her lovely teacher allowed Zar...
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