Sunday, March 22, 2009
02. sticks and stones
There is a phrase that was popular among the human children. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. If only those children knew exactly how wrong they were. Words were what made up our very being, kind and loving words from our mothers comforted us as children, the words of our peers shaped our personalities, our friends opinions of us maintained our self esteem. So who is to say that words cannot break us?
I had first hand experience with hurtful words. Stupid. Troublesome. Useless. These were words I encountered so frequently that they became part of me. My father resented me based on how I looked. Just like her. He would whisper that to himself, thinking I couldn't hear him. All I was to him was a painful reminder of his dead wife. My mother. It wasn't my fault that I was identical in every way except hair color, my father knew this, but it didn't matter to him. He just needed a way to vent his mourning over her, so he took it out on his eldest daughter. He wasn't physically cruel mind you, but mental scars were long lasting. His words would remain with me always, and I would never reforge the relationship I had with him as a child, before she died.
Sticks and stones may break you bones, but words will irreparably harm you.
Labels: Miss-Deathwish, promts, sticks and stones, two, writing
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3:01 AM
Thursday, March 12, 2009
01. letter.
Asteria kept many secrets. Being raised by a creature of lies and deception, they practically made up her whole being. She never kept these secrets from her mother though. Her mother was her confident, the only person in the whole world she could trust. So she thought anyways, but there was always one secret that she keeps hidden from even her mother. She keeps a box of letters, writing a new one every month. They were letters to her brother, who she never expected to see again. She told her brother all her thoughts, all her feelings. Even the bad ones she tried to deny existing. Doubts about her mother, who her brother never quite got along with, who told her about her brothers death. It was the humans, they killed him. They had to be exterminated. They were a parasite, a disease. She wrote and she wrote, because in her mind, he was still alive, and her letters keeps him so.
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Yeah, I can guarantee that next to none of you will have any idea about whats going on. Only people who pick my brain on a daily basis will recognize this character, or her past. (She is not human, she's an elf, hence why she would like to kill the humans. She may or may not be insane. Don't ask me, I don't know. xD )
Peace out.
Labels: Drabble, letter, one
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2:05 PM
I'm going to do a thirty-one prompt challenge, curtosy of Miss-Deathwish, on deviantart.com . :3
01. letter
02. sticks and stones
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. Ummuh >_> This one was actually a "bad" word. So I don't think I'll be posting(or even writing) this one. I 'unno. Depends on if I can actually turn it around so it isn't bad.
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget
So I'll write a drabble, and then hopefully draw a sketch to go along with it. Probably will do the drabbles first and more frequently, they're easier. >_>
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Labels: art, drawing, Miss-Deathwish, promts, writing
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1:54 PM
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Hey, I made a second blog. This is going to end up being my pictureblog, if I EVER DRAW anything. *cough* Yeah. I should probably make this at livejournal but eh.
Labels: 'ello
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3:33 PM
