Here’s my contribution to this week’s Picture it & Write Enjoy:
My gloves, my pearls… My ballerina shoes. I left them all behind as I lead myself away from the life I had had to endure.
Indeed, it was over…
I Think WAY Too Much!
Here’s this week’s contribution to Picture it & Write:
I stared at the starry night that offered this last day of the year. All my people were in joy, in celebration. It would be soon the end, yet the beginning. No one and nothing would dare miss this day, this hour. All the stars were present. All the colours in the sky as well: blue, purple, red, pink…
Midnight would soon strike.
So this is Christmas…
But what have you done?
That night I saw an angel fall from the sky. Her golden hair gradually lost its shine as she reached the ground. Her beautiful white gown was stained with dirt. I could not see her eyes or her face, but I knew that she was the loveliest thing that could ever exist on Earth. She looked so fragile and innocent.
The loud music beat the walls of the hall and echoed through my ears unintelligibly while the multicoloured lights wobbled around. The scent of food and alcohol swarmed over the place, mingled with sweat. The bodies swayed and jumped all over the dancefloor. There were shouts and sing-along’s.
But I took no notice. None of them caught my attention. I was frozen in the middle of all this strange chaotic party, which had been organised by the drama club in honour of the new semester. I forgot all about my little black sleeveless dress which stuck uncomfortably to my skin and the glass of champagne my hand was holding for hours. Nothing mattered.
Do you believe in what some would call the uplifting of human consciousness? Do you believe in not only physical but mental evolution? What happens when someone has achieved a level of higher consciousness and sees with new sharpened eyes, hears with more sensitive ears, smells things that are kilometres away? What is going on as every little part of the world has opened up for us to see things clearer… for us to understand and know better?
Have you ever felt like you have the strong urge to weep, yet without any reason? Have you ever felt like you could not stop laughing even if there was nothing funny at all? That was exactly what was happening to me.
Back to the ‘Unpredicted’ series! So here’s this week’s picture it and write:
With years of perseverance and practice, a vampire was able to refrain from jumping at any human being and sucking all their blood. That was why I, Clare, was still alive, although a few moments earlier, Caleb, who I once thought was a very close friend but who turned out to be a bloodsucking vampire, had been draining a poor man, hidden in the fogs, on the bridge that separated the sophisticated city and the dark evergreen forest.
A bridge, it created a link between two different worlds, it made way for us to discover new horizons. My mother used to tell it to me when we would be walking hand in hand on the bridge which would lead us to an amazing park. A wild forest, they called it, but I did not believe that dancing trees and singing birds were considered wild. It was the most peaceful place I have ever gone to.
Yeah it’s time for this week’s Picture it & Write! And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.
NB: the progress of the story itself relies on the pictures given.
Read what happened previously in the story:
2. An Escape Attempt (keep scrolling for this one, it’s at the very end of the post!)
Now, here’s this week’s picture and contribution:
Alright, it’s not really my life which needs that, it was mostly my hair.
So today I went to a hairdresser and my hair got trimmed! It’s much better now.
I know you can’t really see the difference but it’s much thinner and in better order than it was. I especially made my hair be cut behind and on the sides:
It’s much shorter and better aligned on the sides and back now.
*sigh* I remember when I was young, like any other girl, I watched fairy tales with those beautiful princesses with long and lovely hair… and I wanted to keep my hair long too… but my parents always insisted on cutting my hair, but one day, it was recent, when I was like 13-14 years old, I was old enough to decide about my hair and I tried to keep it rather medium length… and I liked it in a way.
But then one day I looked into the mirror and I realised that in fact long hair doesn’t match with me and I immediately wanted short hair and that’s how I came to get this hairstyle I tend to modify it from time to time, dyed it… but the principle stays: it’s still short.
Do you like long or short hair? Any opinions?
An Evil Nymph.