Envision...
A word, a breath...a sound,
A slight shifting in leaves on the path beside you,
A changing.
You're walking along a silent street path,
on and on...
and as you walk, you glance up towards the skyy,
See it clothed in fairytale-like grey clouds...
Monstrous,
and as darkly billowing as a swarm of wasps,
Thick air...gloom-dripping air...
As you walk along, you begin to pass a row of rusted-down
red houses, with trembling eaves...
"Psst."
You pause, turn in the direction of the foreign and somehow mischievious noise.
Your eyes are caught up in the blue-black eyes of someone...something...
a creature mayhaps.
At times he - you're certain it's a he - seems to be coated in brittle shadow fur,
and at others...
he seems to gain the appearance of a dwarf-sized man in a jet-white top hat and
long, unravelling lavender pin-striped coat.
The world tilts...and you find your feet
crisscrossing and
unwinding...
in an effort to bring yourself closer to his side,
for a reason you cannot name...
"Show off...show of..." he hisses.
You cannot help but stare at the needle-pointed teeth between his crescent smile
and black-dripping
claws...
that hang languidly from the tips of his fingers,
but his smile is catching and you find yourself still
and unable to leave.
The world quietens about you,
and you fear that it is so silent...
that anything could happen...
and that more and
worse
monsters could creep through the cracks on the side-walk...
than just your dwarf-wolf-man...
"Hey kid." he snarls.
"Seriousness is old-schooool...and we do looove, to howwl...
try not to break your train of thought,
or else it will all become denial."
He lifts a careful claw, to tip down his hat at you,
and you find yourself wondering...wondering,
"Who are you?" you say.
His grin stretches impossibly long...
and his eyes swarm with the shadows cast by his incredibly tall hat,
"I am the in-between...and the dark shades you see when you're half-
glancing dear-deary. I am that inexplicable longing that gnaws as moths
between the cracks and warbles that sit between
south-West and south-North. I am the diamond-grinder
in the smooth....
and I am in your sights today...
just as you are in mine."
A shiver climbs its' slow fingers up your spine...
and you turn away,
finding suddenly that you can't bare the sight of
that tell-tale-easy-difficult-grin...
when you are seized.
You fling your eyes back, staring down
as pain nibbles deep holes into the skin of your arm...
He smiles wider, his claws digging deeper...
and quite abruptly you can see the fur again,
and it is everywhere...
on him, on the path...and winding up your arm.
Consumed by the vision, you only barely here his voice murmuer into your eardrums...
into your soul.
"Take care, and take a few wrong paths...you're far too goody-two-shoes
for myy liking dear...
I have imparted a gift...
a coat of Imperitive-Disasociation...
and you will be cursed to
he-he...not know your own damn thoughts,
because looking through the looking glass will only prove to you how...
how...
howw...damn far your thoughts and mind have fallen from sanities-light,
and how far there still is to fall...
and that one day...
to wake up a monster when the day before...
you saw yourself as a human.
But really...
reallyyyyy.
Who can tell the difference?"
He releases a shocking, stabbing laugh and a cloud of bitter green smoke
floods rapidly up about your dwarf...
sucking him from view.
Your sight begins to clear and once again you realize that you are alone...
staring rather dumly at a crack in the sidewalk...
and that the only remnant of strangeness,
are the millions of thick grey fur patterns that lace your arm...
a marked apart, a mark apart.
Beware the villain who cares...
and the scream that looks back at you from the mirror.
Don't ignore it, and please don't keep it in.
Because if you do...oneday...
you'll realize,
that you have become the thing,
that you have hidden away.
Ignoring it...
merely gives it more privacy to latch hold.
:] Heyy darlings,
Feeling rather double-minded today, and still thinking about the future (as always Scar...).
Probably...of noteworthy things in my life...I have three days in a row off from my job, which is brilliant! Just drinking ciders from morning to late at night, and writing, and reading advice for writers and so on and so forth.
Perhaps one thing I would like to mention...is that lately I'm getting into short stories in every way. Reading Stephen King collections of them (and boyyy are they as intense as any of his other full-blown novels) as well as this gorgeous group of ones by Isobelle Carmody named: Metro Winds.
I have always been...fascinated by tales of faerie princes and princesses...of children being taken from the human world to be cursed and held in immortal worlds where there true love searches all five corners of the earth to find them. (And yess, the earth does have five corners...I'm just yet to convince all the scientists of my theory).
It also seems to be the case, that I'm trying to write more short stories. This Blog is a huge outlet for experimenting with that...and I think I am doing alright with it. But...of everything, I've discovered that they are so freeing and enjoyable to create...especially when you only start with a vague idea and just let improvisation take you where it will. Like the above story, or my Ice Children story that was in a previous Blog entry.
I wish I were a cat, I wish I were in a circus...or able to disappear off the earth. I wish a lot of things...but most of all I feel happy...
Harhar...just wait for it Scar...too happy and fate usually brings out the gatlin machine guns. :] Oh perish the thought that I should get too comfortable.
But anyway...looking forward to the partayyyy I'm going to this sunday next (after this one coming)...for I shall be dressing up in a marvelous costume inspired by fantasy and confusion and dastardly loveliness. :]
Much Love,
Miss CLScarlett xx
P.S. I have decided to add Miss to my pseudo-name if I ever get it printed on a future book of mine. So it shall be Miss C.L.Scarlett as my commonly known name. :]
P.P.S. The best match for a person, in my humble (ahm, cough cough, humble...right) opinion, is someone whose the complete opposite to your nature. Say, if you are often gloomy thought-wise (like me...), it's good to have someone who is genuinely happy in himself or herself...himself in my case hehe. :]
Thinking of a certain violinist character of mine :]
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