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Did wishing upon a falling star work anyway? I'll be brief I WANT MY HAPPY EVER AFTER Sometimes I wish I was a Twilight character Not that I like the book; at least I know I'll be assured of a perfect ending

Unless of course, I was James, Laurent, Victoria or any one of the baddies. In that case, I just want A happy ending

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    Saturday, 5 April 2008


    I shall elaborate about Friday and Saturday another time. Now I shall put up a bunch of my writings.

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    What happens to us when we grow up? What happens to our childhood, our pure innocence?

    I looked at old photos of myself, and I realised that I didn't recognise the little girl whose smile beamed out of her soul, like rays of sunlight. That little girl grew into an older one, a girl who learnt to hate and mistrust the lying world. Doubt and anger seeped into the very core of her soul.

    I may as well have killed that little girl. She still haunts me; I can see her if I smile. But when I reach out a hand to touch her, my fingers meet nothing but cold glass.

    Yes, in a way I did kill her, and reduced her to a ghost that exists only in empty memories that lurked behind mirrors.

    I hate her and her smile.

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    You hold hands
    like a fairy ring
    and dance and skip as music floats in the background. Thirteen girls, moving in unision, an empty space for a fourteenth ready.
    The Fey dance on midsummer eve
    Faster and faster they spin, eyes glittering with excitement and laughs burst from their mouths, sounding harsh and gutteral and wild.
    The Queen approaches
    A fourteenth figure steps into the empty space, joining the dance. You try to glimpse her face but
    The Queen, the Queen
    you can't see anything but a silohutte emerging.
    All bow before the Queen.
    Something crackles in the air, you fear mounts and you can feel
    magick
    bile rising up your throat.The apparaition smiles, you can't see her, but you can feel her smile as she raises her head to look at you. Her eyes
    red as glowing flames
    are emerald green, her teeth flash white in the darkness.
    No escape.

    ---

    Lock the door, bar the windows
    Close the curtains and light the candles
    Drape the room in black and red
    Wear a dark hood and a cape
    Open the black book of spells
    Travel to the world where secrets dwell
    Summon from hell the fallen angels
    Call them forth from the darkest levels
    Flames spew out from the deep
    Demons rise roused from their sleep
    The skies darken, stained with blood
    Crimson tears splatter in the mud
    A cry, a gasp, a scream for help
    The candles are all blown out
    The spell is broken, shattered and changed
    Now return to the world of mundanes

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