There was nothing. Nothing at all. Once all the tatters of the earth had burnt away, nothing was left. Just me and Ana. And a suitcase. She looked at me, her eyes wide and afraid. And I looked at her, probably with quite the same expression. “Perhaps, we ought to open that suitcase.” I suggested [...]
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The Hallway
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on January 19, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The Suitcase
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on January 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
They must be called a murder of crows for a reason. I don’t think it is unreasonable for me to dislike them. Horrible, cawing things. Ugly, black, sinister. Ana and me and Periculum and Perditio stayed in that world for a long time. A very long time indeed. And we could tell you know, because [...]
Periculum and Perditio
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on January 17, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
We’re great friends again now, Ana and me. We do lots of things together. Today, we had a tea party. We went for a walk and found one of our favourite spots, by the river. We sat on the roots of a tree and dangled our feet towards the water which was hurrying past below. [...]
I have literally no idea what this means.
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on January 12, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Mr Shadows lazed in an armchair, crossed his legs and sighed. He took a puff of his pipe… sending spirals of purple smoke in a lazy whirlwind into the air. The dalliance of the playful flames in the grate sent a warm and pleasant emotion across the little room, while the flickering candles made shadows [...]
Fairies
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on January 8, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Everything looks so very different in all this snow, doesn’t it? I’m actually learning to quite like it. Avoidance tactics never work for very long anyway, so I guess it’s about time I spent some time with myself, instead of pretending I don’t exist. Whizz and I went for a walk today. We went to [...]
The Forest of Fears
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on December 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Shrinking into the corner, into wraiths which cling to skin, comforting; the feel of fear… I was hiding from all the shadows returning, Mr Shadows reincarnate, with an army of ghosts… of business unattended. “I believe, Miss Wood, you have some people you need to see. “ You would’ve thought I couldn’t have backed anymore [...]
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on December 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I was searching for independance, for strength, for beauty and for happiness. For freedom and mastery. Instead I found dependance, neediness, desparation, deceit, hatred and sadness. Lonliness and fear. How did that happen? Now, at the crossroads, I don’t know which way to turn. Tall, skinny, bare trees tower above me, silhouettes on the grisly [...]
And I think I’ll blow my brains against the ceiling… just think happy thoughts.
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on November 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up on the floor. Everything hazy. My head hurt, my eyes were blurry and I was very very confused. Looked in the mirror. She quickly ran over to whisper lies in my ears, put deceit on my mind and to make me hate myself. Was still all [...]
The Little Yellowhammer
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on November 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Zero, zero, zero. Nothing. Skipped around today, tip-toeing on the edge of the cliff, dancing along skyscrapers because even if I fell, I’d fly today. I would fly. A yellowhammer flew around, up above my head, fluttered around a little while, chirping happily. And I smiled at it, pretty little bird, small and dainty and [...]
Posted in The Imaginarium, Uncategorized on November 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I can’t sleep until I’ve caught them all. All those little demons which escaped from my book earlier, they’re running round my room, and I can’t sleep with them around. I need to shut them away – put them in a jar. A killing jar. “Gaze into her killing jar, I’d sometimes stare for hours. [...]
