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fanged_angel at 04:51pm on 28/02/2004
fanged_angel at 04:51pm on 28/02/2004I don't know what to write.This page's white is disturbing my eyes.What happened to Those times when I filled a blank page with the blue or black letters of my writing in just a few minutes?
Here goes...
Inspiration is a moody queen sitting gracefully on her ice throne that cannot be melted by the queen's gowns made of fire.Her eyes are ice like her throne and kingdom,her hair is fire like her gowns and heart.She sits there,her eyes void of expression and emotion.She looks around her,at her wonderful palace made of sculpted ice.She looks and waits,a slight frown on her face.
Another person enters the throne hall and the queen raises herself quickly from her throne.The other person stops in the middle of the hall and bows her head slowly.
The queen looks with narrowed eyes at the girl in front of her.
'Tell me,my dear human girl,what do you wish?'
The girl raises her look from the ground and answers angrily:
'I wish for you to stop torturing me! How can you do this to me?You never let me finish anything! I hate you! Does torturing me bring you any kind of satisfaction?'
'My little human girl,,I do whatever I wish with young writers as yourself.I must admit I rarely play with them as i play with you.'
'But why are you doing this to me?'
'Because you have an extraordinary talent.And you do not believe in it.Are you cold?You are shivering.Would it be better if we would go to your room?'
The girl nods eagerly.Mere seconds later,the queen and the girl are in the latter's room.The queen,now all dressed in black sits on the girl's bed and tells the girl to cover herself in order to get warm.
'Now,my dear girl...are you willing to give in to me?Because it is not my fault i go away from you but yours.I will make you give in to me and from now on you will let everything go when you will write and not think every second that what you are writing is a stupidity.Are you ready and willing to do this?'
The girl nods and looks into the ice eyes of the queen.That night she gave in to the queen,forever,letting everything go.
No,the girl is not me and i realized that I cannot write anything with a heterosexual pairing anymore.:D
Here goes...
Inspiration is a moody queen sitting gracefully on her ice throne that cannot be melted by the queen's gowns made of fire.Her eyes are ice like her throne and kingdom,her hair is fire like her gowns and heart.She sits there,her eyes void of expression and emotion.She looks around her,at her wonderful palace made of sculpted ice.She looks and waits,a slight frown on her face.
Another person enters the throne hall and the queen raises herself quickly from her throne.The other person stops in the middle of the hall and bows her head slowly.
The queen looks with narrowed eyes at the girl in front of her.
'Tell me,my dear human girl,what do you wish?'
The girl raises her look from the ground and answers angrily:
'I wish for you to stop torturing me! How can you do this to me?You never let me finish anything! I hate you! Does torturing me bring you any kind of satisfaction?'
'My little human girl,,I do whatever I wish with young writers as yourself.I must admit I rarely play with them as i play with you.'
'But why are you doing this to me?'
'Because you have an extraordinary talent.And you do not believe in it.Are you cold?You are shivering.Would it be better if we would go to your room?'
The girl nods eagerly.Mere seconds later,the queen and the girl are in the latter's room.The queen,now all dressed in black sits on the girl's bed and tells the girl to cover herself in order to get warm.
'Now,my dear girl...are you willing to give in to me?Because it is not my fault i go away from you but yours.I will make you give in to me and from now on you will let everything go when you will write and not think every second that what you are writing is a stupidity.Are you ready and willing to do this?'
The girl nods and looks into the ice eyes of the queen.That night she gave in to the queen,forever,letting everything go.
No,the girl is not me and i realized that I cannot write anything with a heterosexual pairing anymore.:D
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