Post by Oakfang on Feb 8, 2009 23:53:37 GMT
Shock me red
Plaxy Greenwood-Hyde
Chapter One
Birthday Blues
God I hate birthdays. Tomorrow is mine, well, technically it's today since its 01:30 in the morning. The memories haunt me, the memories that shouldn't hurt so much. The simple memories, the broken ones.
Colours mean so much to me, they hold my life together. They all mean things to me. My plain old normal diary is grey, a plain colour. The one these words are written in, is rainbow coloured. It's a magic journal, I swear it is. It makes the words appear, you don't even have to write them! Maman* (people say I should call her mum) always told me that magic is in the heart, not the ether.
All the goths in my city, and all around the world wear black. People think black is such a sad colour, like the void in space that the stories talk about. But black is the best colour, its the colour of the purest souls, of the sweetest thoughts.My baby brother Riku** is always dressed in black, Maman says its to ensure his soul is as black as the night sky when he grows up. Riku is so small for his age, I call him my “baby” brother, but he's nearly 4. Maman says he will be tall in spirit, not in Body.
I talk a lot about Maman, she tells me all she knows about the world. She says the spirits talk in colours and feel, not in any man built language. She doesn't live with me now, but she write to me in our colour language. We don't write in any normal language, because otherwise cousin Diabolo will read our letters.
Cousins real name is not Diabolo, but thats what most of us call him, because he makes the strongest boy cry, the purest soul shatter. He is one of the few people I hate, because hatred burns the soul. Maman says I should ignore cousin Diabolo and carry on with my own life, but she doesn't live with him.
Getting back to the subject of my birthday, I just don't know how I should be feeling. Birthdays are times to celebrate, not to mourn. Since cousin doesn't know about colours, tomorrow I will wear grey. Grey is a neutral colour, it welcomes all under its plain wing. Aunty Petra*** is taking me to look for a special present tomorrow, Hopefully I'll see something I like she will think is good for proper little girls. I really need some sleep, I'll just have a quick read then I'll go to sleep...
*Maman is a french word, pronounced mah-mon
**Riku in this context is a finnish name, but is also japanese meaning is "Brave Power"
***Finnish name, female form of peter
hope you all like it
Plaxy Greenwood-Hyde
Chapter One
Birthday Blues
God I hate birthdays. Tomorrow is mine, well, technically it's today since its 01:30 in the morning. The memories haunt me, the memories that shouldn't hurt so much. The simple memories, the broken ones.
Colours mean so much to me, they hold my life together. They all mean things to me. My plain old normal diary is grey, a plain colour. The one these words are written in, is rainbow coloured. It's a magic journal, I swear it is. It makes the words appear, you don't even have to write them! Maman* (people say I should call her mum) always told me that magic is in the heart, not the ether.
All the goths in my city, and all around the world wear black. People think black is such a sad colour, like the void in space that the stories talk about. But black is the best colour, its the colour of the purest souls, of the sweetest thoughts.My baby brother Riku** is always dressed in black, Maman says its to ensure his soul is as black as the night sky when he grows up. Riku is so small for his age, I call him my “baby” brother, but he's nearly 4. Maman says he will be tall in spirit, not in Body.
I talk a lot about Maman, she tells me all she knows about the world. She says the spirits talk in colours and feel, not in any man built language. She doesn't live with me now, but she write to me in our colour language. We don't write in any normal language, because otherwise cousin Diabolo will read our letters.
Cousins real name is not Diabolo, but thats what most of us call him, because he makes the strongest boy cry, the purest soul shatter. He is one of the few people I hate, because hatred burns the soul. Maman says I should ignore cousin Diabolo and carry on with my own life, but she doesn't live with him.
Getting back to the subject of my birthday, I just don't know how I should be feeling. Birthdays are times to celebrate, not to mourn. Since cousin doesn't know about colours, tomorrow I will wear grey. Grey is a neutral colour, it welcomes all under its plain wing. Aunty Petra*** is taking me to look for a special present tomorrow, Hopefully I'll see something I like she will think is good for proper little girls. I really need some sleep, I'll just have a quick read then I'll go to sleep...
*Maman is a french word, pronounced mah-mon
**Riku in this context is a finnish name, but is also japanese meaning is "Brave Power"
***Finnish name, female form of peter
hope you all like it