Thursday, July 17, 2008,
7:32 AM
Left all alone
In the dark
By myself
Nobody here?
I shout.
I scream.
I cry.
Silence greets me.
The streets
Dark
Menacing
They're going to
Swallow me.
I wish I had
Somewhere.
A certain place
That makes me smile
And gives me joy
A home.
Out in the cold
The snow falls.
It's beautiful
So white
So pure
But so cold.
I wish I had shoes
To warm my feet
But all I have
is matches.
Why won't they
Hear my plea?
Why won't they just
Take a bundle?
If someone would
Help me lift that load.
If only...
What have I done?
To deserve this?
I only wanted
Love.
They say to have faith
and Hope will arrive
But I feel so hopeless
and stranded.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll find my sanctuary?
Just maybe
I'll find my home.
A little matchgirl re-enactment. On my DA account as well, and it does remind me a lot of that song Lin Lao Shi let us listen last year... hmm. Tuesday, June 3, 2008,
11:58 PM
"If I may, fair maiden, you may call me Edward. And may I know your name?"
I smiled at him timidly, almost not daring to look into those perfect eyes of his. "Ce-Celeste. Celeste Winters. Nice to meet you, Edward."
He looked at me, nodding his head and holding his hand out in a gesture to help me up. I took it, standing unsteadily. For a moment, we scrutinised each other, as it wasn't every day an Edawrdian boy met a girl from the twenty-first century. I took in every detail yet again, but my mind was still spinning with questions. It was horribly rude of me at that time, but I knew I had to go straight up to him and ask.
"Excuse me, but where are you from, to have such a queer accent?"
He looked at me, apparently not quite understanding my way of speech. I was surprised to see him reach into his pocket and take out something, which I looked at and got dazzled for the third time that day.
It was a necklace, beautifully crafted to look like a red rose. In the middle of it was a curly, beautiful thing that I couldn't make much sense of. On second glance, I gasped. That thing was a beautiful letter 'C'. C for Celeste. Was he giving it to...me? I looked at Edward again, and this time he smiled and pressed the necklace into my pale hands. I blinked, not daring to believe it. It was for me. I could wear it. But why? Noticing the earnest look on his face, I put my doubts aside and hung the necklace round my neck.
"How is it? Can you understand me now, Celeste?"
I gasped. His voice... it was the same, but the words were different. I could fully understand him now. Was it the necklace? This meant we could communicate... right? I noticed that he was also wearing a necklace, except that his had an 'E' on it. You might wonder, dear reader, why he knew that my name started with a C, but at that moment, I was far too mesmerized and confused to think properly. All I wanted to do was communicate with him and find out what the reason to this strange occurence was.
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"Tell me. Everything. About you, and about why you're here."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
And then he began to speak with emotion in his voice. ,
4:29 AM
When I opened my eyes, I noticed a face staring down at me. I gasped; this face was more beautiful than anything else! It was a little boy of about 12 (the same age as me) with a face so round and perfect that it looked painted, and with short, cherubic locks the colour of creamy chocolate.
His hazel eyes were like deep pools of water, so clear, mysterious and shining. He carried a smile on those perfect lips that would have been a girl's had they been any more well-shaped. He stared down at me innocently, and I saw that a sleeve of his shirt was torn off.
"Fair maiden, where dost thou reside?" His english was a little funny. Only then did I realise that he was all dressed up in Edwardian garb, from the jewel-encrested vest to the fine boots. Not a poor fellow, I must say. He looked so gallant though young, almost like a prince.
I stared down at my foot which had been hurting before, and noticed that his sleeve was wrapped around the wound tenderly with a blood-covered shard of glass laying nearby. Had he really bandaged my leg for me? Who was he? Was he from another era, and what did the mirror have to do with him? As he started to speak again, I fell silent, hoping my questions would be answered.Labels: Timeless.
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4:28 AM
One- Discovery.
It all started one day, when I was wandering the halls of the mansion as usual when Nanny went to prepare lunch for us. I stared into each mirror, fascinated by the mysterious twirls of the glass and the way my face was reflected. Sometimes I would meet a creepy mirror that seemed to distort my reflection, and I would run until I was sure I was safe. The mirrors were my only playmates when Nanny wasn't there, and I walked slowly, each step echoing through the walls. Every mirror was of a different size and shape; some ancient, some new in style. However, there was one particular mirror that caught my eye.
That mirror looked the oldest of all, you could even say antique. It was gold around the edges with intricate carvings, and I just stared with my mouth open. Why, this could have belonged to a princess or even an Emperor! I reached out one hand to touch the mirror, and I was surprised by how magical and cool it felt. The gold was nearly glaring to my eyes, and I smiled as its beauty drew me in. It was so grand, so big, so perfect...
Suddenly, the mirror began to...shake. I didn't know for what reason, but the mirror kept on shaking, first a little then increasingly more. I watched in horror, withdrawing my arm. What was happening? It was my fault that this mirror would be destroyed, and Father would step out of the chamber in his drunken stupor to punish me. No, it couldn't be. I blinked furiously, but the mirror kept on shaking. Before I could scream, it shattered into a million pieces.
At that moment, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my foot. The next I knew, the world went black.Labels: Timeless.
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4:28 AM
I live in an old mansion. One of those spine-chilling, haunted places. And this mansion was filled with mirrors. I hate mirrors. Everytime I look into one of them, I feel as if it isn't me staring back, but another different person. You know how they say that the spirits of dead people are trapped inside the mirrors of their old house? That's precisely what I feared: seeing someone from another era gazing out at me, the girl of the future.
I do not have any family except for Father who keeps himself in his chambers, indulging in wine and merriment. For what am I to him, but a mere object? "Celeste, go and tuck yourself in now." He would say every night, and I would obediently do as he said. When I was much younger, a mere child of six, I once had the foolishness to express my desire.
"Papa, can you tuck me in instead tonight?" I wished he would show me but one bit of fatherly love. "Celeste, you may ask your nanny to take care of such trivial matters." Naturally, I bowed and went crying to Nanny, who hugged and kissed me, telling me to 'be a good little dear'.
I do love Nanny, and she is like a mother to me. However, she is all I have aside from my cold father. I wished for a playmate so much, someone who would laugh with me and be childish with me. Little did I know that I would get my wish soon, in the most unexpected way.Labels: Timeless.
Saturday, March 15, 2008,
7:01 AM
I'm so sorry... To keep my blog alive, I have decided to start on a new story. I really can't think of more to write for the previous story... I'll put it aside for now, and maybe, maybe next time I'll continue on it. This one's really long, so bear with me. There's no title for now.Last but not least, see the new cbox :)
If you think this is going to be a romantic novel, please, close this window and never look at it again. Don't read this unless you are well prepared. I am Lilac. This is my story, this is my life.
Did you ever touch a mimosa plant? If you did, I'm sure you saw the way its leaves closed, as if hiding from you. Then, after it is sure you are gone, it will open again. The mimosa in my garden will never open again, I'm sure. They closed for eternity on the day half my life chipped away.
"Oh, mimosa, how pretty you look, swaying in the wind!" Rose, my sister who was just at the tender age of four, chirped as she danced around in the garden, at clear view of Mother, who was washing the dishes in the kitchen while looking out of the window. Those innocent days were like bright sunshine: I, then twelve, loved to stay up in my room, sketching pictures. "Lilac, someday you will be a great artist..." Mother had told me lovingly as she framed up another one of my artwork. That day, I was in the garden with Rose, drawing her as she played. Mother had set out lunch for us, which we were to have at noon. At that time, 'play' was the only word that crossed our minds, and we frolicked in the garden in happy obscurity.
"Lil! Mother's fallen asleep, look!" Rose, knowing no better, pointed in the direction of our cottage, stifling a laugh. I was old enough to know the cruel ways of the world, however. When I looked through the window and saw Mother lying on the kitchen floor with a shattered plate beside her, I knew that she was more than just sleeping. I ran into the house immediately, Rose following me inquisitively as if we were playing a game of tag.
"Mother?" I called, shakily. Her face was pale and ashen, and those beautiful eyes of hers tightly shut. I wished I could shout to 'Father' for help, but there was no 'Father'. Mother was a widow. When silence greeted me, I ran to her side, holding her hand tightly as if it would help. "Mother... Mother..." I called helplessly. I stroked her auburn hair, touched her porcelain face, even kissed her tender cheek trying to wake her up. "Will Mother wake up if I give her a hug?" Rose waddled over to Mother, embracing her still figure. My tears came uncontrollably now, and I hugged Rose. "Mother's gone," I said through sobs. "She's never coming back." As if to prove my point, her breath wasn't there when I checked it. Never did I see my mother's smiling face again.
Six days later, we held her funeral. We, as in Rose and I. Mother had lived in the remote countryside, and there wasn't even a single human being in sight of our house. It was just the three of us living together, getting all the things we needed from the town market miles and miles away. Being the children that we were, we didn't know how to get there. No relatives came to the funeral. Not even a priest to lay her to rest and wish her Godspeed to Heaven. I dug a grave for her, and lifted her body with much difficulty into it. When I threw the dirt back on after laying a blanket to cover the body, Rose tugged at my sleeve, crying. "Why're you covering Mother with dirt? She likes to be clean, Lil. She always asks us to take baths." Ignoring her, I finished the grave, kneeling on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably again. Mother, why did you have to leave? Why you, and not I?Labels: Lilac
Tuesday, January 15, 2008,
5:47 AM
Aurora Vine dumped her bag hastily on the pinewood chair beside the dining table. She had to get things done, and fast. Her plan had been thought out carefully, and now all she needed was time. Her nanny was out buying groceries, and would only be back by supper. She had all of three hours, which may have seemd a lot, but in situations like the one she was facing, it wasn't much. Whipping out her pencil, she hurriedly scribbled down a note. "Back by supper. Rora." Gulping down a glass of orange juice, she headed for 27 Hillside Street.
Rora felt her heart thump as she approached the old, beaten-down house. The shutters were closed as usual, and no smoke wafted out of the chimney on a cold December day like this. With every step closer to the house, Rora felt a sense of thrill and excitement. She had read about others exploring the unexplained in the many non-fiction books she owned, but this was the very first time she was doing it herself. It seemed that the house could sense her presence, as the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie. With one final step, Rora knocked on the door, its wood rotted with age.To her utmost shock and surprise, the door thudded heavily on the floor. It had fallen apart, after three soft knocks! Tiptoeing in, Rora spoke, her voice barely a whisper.
"Hello? May I come in? I'm Rora. I mean,I'm Aurora Vine." Silence answered her. Rora was alarmed. What exactly could have happened? Being a logical thinker, Rora came up with three possibilities: One, her neighbour was out. Two, her neighbour had moved out. Three, her neighbour was too sick to move around or possibly... Rora could not bring herself to say the word. No matter what, she had to check up on her neighbour. After all, what harm could it do? She had even prepared her pocket first-aid kit, just in case.
Stepping on the floor, Rora was relieved to find that the creaky wood in the past had been replaced with parquet. At lest this was some evidence of the new neighbour's existence. She groped around in the darkness, feeling, until she found it- a switch. She flipped the switch, and a warm glow radiated throughout the room. Rora's jaw dropped. The room had a Victorian setting, with carved oak tables and chandeliers, complete with the addition of arsenic paint on the walls. It looked exactly like a family house in the Victorian Era would look, except for one thing- a sheet of paper on the table.
Rora picked the paper up cautiously, as if poison were implanted in it. In these circumstances, one could never be sure. She looked at it carefully, and on it was a mysterious message. Trying to comprehend the meaning of it, she read through it several times.
"Thou shalt not see, what thee can see. Thou shalt not touch, what thee can touch. Thou shalt not feel, what thee can feel. Thou art not like thee." What could it possibly be? Suddenly, she realised that it was nearly supper. Nanny would be worried if she did not return... Pocketing the note, Rora ran out of the house, making a mental not to go back the next day. She still had algebra homework and research on Newton's law of gravity to do.Labels: 27th Hillside Street
