The Lark Ascending - Ralph Vaughan Williams
Another writing game result, but the thing I’m kind of proud of/kind of repelled by here is how exactly I reproduced the kind of writing style 13-year-old me might have used: cool, cold, look at my vocab…
I’M KIND OF STILL LIKE THAT, AND HAPPY, YES I KNOW, I JUST HIDE IT UNDER MORE LAYERS OF COOL AND HOPEFULLY SLIGHTLY BETTER STRUCTURED SENTENCES.
"Delighted, absolutely charmed, of course! In she comes with that trash to my birthday party, what could be better?”
I ducked just in time for the teapot to go crashing into the wall behind me. Throwing objects in my general direction in misdirected anger was the most exercise my stepmother got these days.
"How dare she…” continued the woman in question, as I tried to continue as normal and dusted off the surfaces. A bit pointless as I would have to sweep up broken china but there was probably more to come.
The villain here was my eldest stepsister, who had committed the heinous crime of going off to community college, burning her bras, and generally hanging out with the hippy types with hairy armpits. I quite envied her. It was interesting, suddenly being the relative favourite at home. Relative being the key word here: I was getting a tea set flung at my head.
"Mama, you did invite Lois,” I tried to interrupt her tirade - big mistake.
"ELLA DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT I DID AND DID NOT DO," she screeched, her naturally melodious voice a shrill violin string.
What kind of remark was that? Well, quite average for my stepmother I’m afraid. She has a complex about people leaving her - and, apparently, about them coming back unexpectedly. So. It wasn’t rootless, probably started when my father had embraced celibacy two years into his second marriage and retired to the scriptorium. I couldn’t blame him, although it did leave me rather at the mercy…
As for Mama - puzzled wasn’t the word. She went mad. Well, she was mad, that was the point, though she’d hidden it rather well at the point of acquisition of my father and me. One man and daughter. Since he left though things had gone from bad to worse - under the guise of home-school, I’d basically become a servant for the entire household. My stepsisters were just as bad to me at first, which is why this Lois development was interesting. Azalea seemed to just consider Lois a terrible spoilsport and picked on me all the worse, but I wondered if the rot had set in.
Things couldn’t continue like this forever. And I was nearly sixteen. Soon, surely, I could get out. The possibilities of my future dazzled me so that I just smiled and hummed as I cleaned the cut above my eyelid from the sugar bowl that had shattered a little too close.
Snow White Redux
..housemates and I were doing writing games quite a lot at one point, and really should start again… One of the favourites is HAT GAME which involves grabbing a character/setting/genre/theme/object out of (it used to be hats, but that got messy so we made a box). And then writing something - very quickly..
Anyway. I forget what most of the items were for this one from earlier this year - except fanfic, which means I had the the excuse to write the a (overdone, but still kinda yummily oh-look-how-darker-and-edgier) reworked!fairy-tale with allll the (again, OTT but oh words are pretty) paraphernalia of this kind of thing. a 5 times fic :).
Four times Snow White didn’t get what she wanted
(and one time she did)
She is twelve years old and elbows and bruises on her hips from bumping into things. Calluses on her fingers from scrubbing pots and pans and wielding knives in the kitchen.
Her stepmother hates her. So it is only natural that she hates her stepmother. How to explain, then. That she sneaks into the Queen’s bedroom and reverentially opens closet doors. She wraps herself in the scent of fur and perfume and her stepmother’s body and she wants, she wants — to be so tall, so grand, so beautiful, so important. To be someone’s real daughter. To become her stepmother or to kill her.
thEYRE TALKING ABOUT DOGS I LOV THESE TWO WTF
thank u hima but also why
selfie self-care: day 4 red lipstick selfie
Not skipping Day 3, but I felt like wearing red lipstick today! I, er, don’t wear it often. Also taking selfies that look half-decent is hard - this isn’t the most flattering angle and I think I look a little older, but my like how my hair and eyes look. and of course, the lipstick! :D
where are the gifs of the Demented Cartoon Movie though