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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 1:48 pm
WEEK 4: Day 013: Consequences
It was a beautiful apple. It really was. The worn matron was giving it to me. I wanted it. She told me of the wonderful things the apple would do for my life, but I was already taken with it. I didn't need any other reason to take it. My mind was trying to discourage me from taking the apple. I had done something I was told not to. I opened the window to a stranger. The kind ones who let me stay here told me not to, but it wasn't without fair warning. The old lady was not the first stranger I had met this month. The last few strangers had given me gifts too. They were amazing gifts, and except the part where they tried to kill me, I really liked them. One was a lovely corset that fit me just perfectly, till it became tighter causing me to faint for lack of air. It had to be cut off me, and so it completely ruined. The other was a beautiful comb that shown brightly in the noonday sun. I put it in my hair to see what it would be like, and again I couldn't breathe. It was taken out of my hair and I woke up, then it destroyed by the fireplace. Oh the apple, I sighed. Without a second thought, I pushed the warnings away and took it. The apple fit in my hand perfectly. The lady told me to wish before taking a bite. I wished I would see that prince again, and took a bite. I couldn't breathe. I dropped the apple and fell against the counter. I held my throat, gasping for air, listening to the terrifying laughter coming from the woman. My world grew red. I couldn't control myself any longer and I collapsed.
I regretted opening the window. Why did I let her in? I would never eat another apple. I could hear the dwarves. They cried over me. I wanted to answer their pleas, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me. I wanted to comfort them, but I could not. Then I heard nothing and was scared. It sounded like someone had closed a box made of glass, for I could hear the glass rubbing against itself. I don't know how many days passed after that. I lost count of even the seconds. I wanted to die and be done with it. If at least I could still hear... Then in one swift move, all the sound came back, and I wondered why. Then my lips felt warmth and I could finally open my eyes, but I had forgotten how. I found my lips, then my nose, my fingers twitched and I opened my eyes. It was the prince. He had come for me. He smiled at me and helped me sit up. I had been in a glass box! The dwarves cheered. The prince told me justice had been served and I could come back with him to be his wife, if I wished. I accepted. I was sad that I would see my dwarves less, but the prince said they had as much right to see me as they did, and they or we could visit. I smiled. I hoped I would never forget this lesson, and live happily ever after with my prince.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:37 pm
WEEK 2: Day 014: Gratitude
I had scrubbed the floors, the walls, the mirrors, washed the curtains, dusted, polished the silver, cleaned the laundry, powdered faces, and other assortment of things. I had done everything on the long list of things Stepmother had told me to do if I wished to go to the ball tonight. I finished the final touches and went to her.
"Stepmother?" I asked.
"What is it child?" She said, not looking at me.
"I have done what you told me to. Can I go to the ball?" I wanted her to say yes, though I tried to hide my excitement.
"You have nothing to wear. If you can find a dress and get ready in one hour, you may go with us." I had an hour? I might have smelled a rat.
"Thank you, Stepmother!" I quickly left her side, and went to my room. It wasn't the nicest room, but I liked it alright. I went to my closet. My mother's gowns laid inside and while they weren't fashionable right now, I would be presentable at the ball. I put the lovely green one on and fixed my hair. I didn't really have any makeup, but I didn't like wearing it so I wasn't bothered.
My hour was almost up. I went downstairs. "Stepmother? What do you think?" I asked. I really hoped she would approve.
She looked over my appearance and smirked, "It will do." I bowed.
"Thank you."
"Mother!!!" My step siblings yelled, "Your letting her go?!"
"Silence. She did what I required of her and finished her tasks. It's not like you'll have any real competition from her." My stepmother told them. My smile faltered for a second. That would make sense why she was letting me go. I didn't wish to be queen or anything like that, I just wanted to experience a ball. The last one I had went to was when I was seven, before my father had died. I couldn't wait to enjoy this experience again.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 9:42 pm
WEEK 3: Day 015: Explosion:
It had all been an ordinary day. No one had expected it. The walls expanded outwards. Red, black, orange colors burst from behind the wall. Sound was destroyed. The only thing I could hear was a piercing ringing. My back hurt, my neck hurt, I hurt! I couldn't seem to make out what was going on. Someone had put a bomb in the school. I didn't know until later when I found out it was me they had been trying to kill.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:02 pm
WEEK 4: Day 016: Money
M- monks have no use for it
O- only good in the country it's made in
N- needed to purchase things
E- easy to destroy if paper
Y- yesterday it was worth more
(I remember doing this in a class in elementary, so i figured this exercise would be alright.) cat_sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 9:16 pm
WEEK 4: Day 017: Traveling alone
I took my time saying goodbye to my parents and headed towards the bus. It looked like it would survive the trip, I was really worried about crashing and dying this way. Though it might not happen. Maybe.
"Would you get on the bus already?!" a male's voice said behind me.
I turned around. "I- I'm sorry! It's my first time riding a bus and I'm a bit scared."
He was about my age and wore a university hoodie and carried a medium-sized backpack.
"I can tell," he smirked, "Your shaking."
"Oh! I hadn't realized!" I said clenching my shoulder bag closer looking away.
"Well," he said.
"Yes?" I looked back at him.
"Are you or are you not getting on the bus?" he said.
My face burned and I quickly got on the bus.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 9:35 pm
WEEK 4: Day 018: Irony
i sit on a throne
and find it is not a throne
and i am alone
~~` /T`T '~~
~~`IT-`-TI '~~
~~TTT-TTT~~
^^^
THRONE
^-^
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 9:56 pm
WEEK 4: Day 19: Lust
I looked into the glass display. The most beautiful diamond ring sat there. A ring for marriage. I shouldn't want such a ring though. My future husband was sure to be poor or middle class. But how I wanted it. I couldn't bare to let my eyes let go of such a precious ring.
"Do you like this ring?" I looked up. It was a oddly but well-dressed man standing behind the counter.
"It's really beautiful." My body was so taken with the ring. I didn't want to say I liked it. I blushed.
"It would suit you very well."
"I want it, but there's no way I could afford it." I admitted.
"Well you see, I put a spell on this ring," He whispered, "A spell that would make my dream girl lust for the ring."
His eyes shown so lovely a blue and his hair was a light copper. He was more beautiful to look at than the ring.
"I really should go," I murmured, pulling myself away from the ring and from him.
"Wait! Please wait!" He called out.
It took all my will power to ignore him and get outside into the fresh air. I felt a little better, but I could still feel the pull of the weird pair of ring and man.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 10:01 pm
WEEK 4: Day 20: Identity Crisis
I look in the mirror
then back at me
I look at myself
I don't see me
Where did I go?
I see this one, that girl, and the other one
But I am no longer in sight.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:06 pm
WEEK 4: Day 21: Being Replaced
You walk along the dark hallway, waiting for your master to come back. Nothing seems right to you any more. You can't seem to get happy, rather, you get terribly upset when you think of your master. He hasn't been happy with you lately. You feel like your future is going to stop. You feel like you won't be able to stay here anymore. Your master hasn't been giving you the stuff he uses to show his love to you anymore. It's worse. Sometimes he even forgets to feed you! You sit in front of the masters door, and hang you head. Maybe he doesn't want you anymore. A small shock runs through your small body. No! Master wouldn't do that to you, would he?
"Master Zangock! She's here Master Zangock!" The head butler rushed into the master's room with a small bundle in his arms.
You take a curious step in that direction. "Get rid of the other one. I have no more use for her." You hear and freeze.
"Yes, Master."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:30 pm
WEEK 5: Day 22: jealously
There was something about that toaster that I just didn't like. Maybe it was the way she shined bright red with her chrome finishings. Maybe it was the way she really got the job done. I didn't really care what it was, sort of, I just knew I didn't like her.
The way she threw back her toast when it was finished was really wonderful to watch. The way she browned bagels was quite extra ordinary. Her voice sang beautifully when she was yelling her job was done. She stood on the short side, and was very tiny compared to the last toaster. She was quick and efficient and that was well liked. Of course, not that it matters, but she was entirely expensive.
Almost the complete opposite of me. There was rarely a good day when I worked positively correctly, and when I did there was still something wrong with what I did. My origins were great, but I was last at a place with lots of old and used goods. Things that hadn't been able to stay with their original owners.
I was tall and bulky. I definitely had parts that I didn't need, things that where heavy and just useless. I usually wore a hat. It was nice or stylish at all, and didn't stay on unless held. I had many buttons, unlike the toaster who had few, maybe one or two.
I don't remember the last time I was used. Maybe it was last week or maybe the week before. The toaster had been used every day since she came here. I was used constantly before she showed up, making good smoothies wonderful for a light and quick breakfast.
I couldn't feel the love anymore and my parts began to show it. My buttons would stick sometimes, because of an old injury, but with the constant use it was okay. Lately they give way less and less. My cord is beginning to strip. That's sudden death for appliances, unless there is electrical tape or duck tape around to fix it.
I wanted to hurt the toaster. Make her have a disability would let me get used more. Maybe I would let my hat go a little bit easier and let my contents fly at her. Or maybe get the stove to do something.
I stopped myself. I was becoming as bad as the old toaster. He did this to me. I was becoming like him. Jealous and cold. Hurting only myself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 10:08 pm
Week 5: 023: Insanity
Supernatural.
Going insane,
but not really,
actually a Wraith.
S and D,
a touch of crazy,
She almost wins,
but not quite.
Anger and pain,
all bottled inside,
a heart to heart,
then all is fine.
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