Arianna dipped her pen into th by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Arianna dipped her pen into th
Arianna dipped her pen into the inkpot, just as a knock came at her cabin door. She sighed through her nose and set the pen down carefully on some scrap paper in the groove at the top of her desk. It rocked gently with the motion of the ship, but did not roll away.
“Enter,” she called, wiping her inky fingers on her handkerchief. There was a small scrambling noise as the door was pushed open by a clumsy hand.
“Mistress Carter?” called a squeaky, pre-pubescent voice from her doorway.
“Yes, Master Dooley?” she smiled, turning to face the cabin boy.
He was nearly twelve, in her estimation, and scrawnie
Do you think I wanted this? by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Do you think I wanted this?
Do you think
I wanted this?
The nights spent dreamless
The days spent numb
The hours with a pen
Recycling other people’s words
While the spring inside my head begins
To
Dry
Up
slowly.
Do you think I wanted this?
Do you think
I asked for it to be difficult?
I knew it would be difficult
But,
As the saying goes,
We must accept what we cannot change
And
The grass is greener on the other side
And
What does not kill us makes us stronger.
Do you think
I thought this far ahead?
That I foresaw and somehow
Forgot
To dodge my silver bullet?
Do you think I meant
For hours
To turn into
Days
To turn into
Nothingness
To turn into
Distress
Characters:
Amaryllis - A rather butch Queen
Aloysius - A sissy prince
Gordon - Aloysius’ cousin
Amaryllis
You don’t know me! You can’t judge me, you have no right to speak to me like that!
Aloysius
Oh please, I am a prince I can speak to anyone any way I want!
Amaryllis
Not to me you can’t!
Aloysius
What are you going to stop me?
Amaryllis
If you keep that up I just might-
Gordon
Now Amy, hold on-
Amaryllis
Oh shut up Gordon, I can handle myself!
Aloysius
Oh you just wish that were true, don’t you. You go around acting as if you know how to do everything, as if you just rule the world!
Amary
I Wish I Could Help You But I'm too scared by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
I Wish I Could Help You But I'm too scared
You know you're not the only one who wonders
what went wrong?
When?
You know you're not the only one who asks
why couldn't I?
Why me?
You're not the only one who always feels
tired
and scared
lower than the dust of the road
duller than a butter knife.
You know you're not the only one
who hurts
and screams
and curses the world
for what it does and wonders
why things never
You know you are not
never will be
alone.
Knowing and feeling are not the same.
The Byrnn Family Secret by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
The Byrnn Family Secret
Prologue
"Can I touch it?" Kriona (https://www.deviantart.com/riona), aged about seven and a half, asked, wide-eyed. Her grandfather laughed.
"Sure, just don't touch any of the buttons."
Kriona (https://www.deviantart.com/riona) reached out, her small fingers curled. A single digit unfurled, within centimeters of the frosty glass. She could feel the ice within sucking heat from the air around it. She recoiled, burying her face in her grandfather's waist.
"It's okay K@," He chuckled, "You can touch it."
She inched her eyes back towards the bullet shaped cryochamber.
"But..." she sought for excuses, "But what about the defish?"
Her grandfather's gaze drifted upwards and his arm tightened ar
Prologue
!
! "How much?"
! "Two Fifty."
! "Two Fifty? She can't be more than six years old!"
! The slave trader shrugged.
! "That's what the slave mage said," he grimaced, his heavy brow furling. He didn't agree with the price either; they'd never sell the girl at such an outrageous amount.
! "I'd bet that's what you say about all of them," McCauley McAllister spat, "And I'd win." He narrowed his eyes and did his best to look imposing, which wasn't hard for a man who seemed to be carved out of pure gristle. The slave trader just shrugged again and grinned, showing a mouthful of blackened, stumpy teeth.
! "True," he admitted, "but this
Demands On Disney by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Demands On Disney
I want a new Disney Princess.
No more blithe buxom bleached-tooth beauties
smiling and bodacious,
Sugar sweet, curvaceous
Pretty, petite and with as much dimension
as a stick figure.
I want an ugly Princess.
And I don't mean "homely" like
apple pies and gingham and you know I don't know what he sees in her but it must be something wonderful
Cause that's not ugly.
And I don't mean "plain" like
boring, beige and couldn't pick her out of a crowd to save the world but she sure has a great personality.
Cause that's not ugly.
I mean ugly like
Pimple faced pock marked snaggle toothed wire haired
Shakespeare's most famous m
Skip struggled her way into the confining fabric of her floor length gown to the persistent drone of the Watching Eye in her head.
"And I must say as a champion, you were spectacular. I mean, we did always expect you to win, but you put on a jolly good show!"
Skip grunted.
"You should be a wonderful Queen. I mean, not that you have any meaningful experience, but you always have me, and it does run in your blood and all-"
"Something's bothering me," Skip cut in, disentangling her skirt from her petticoats.
"Pardon?" The Watching Eye's voice echoed in her head.
"I said something's bothering me,"
"What is it?"
"Don't you
Crissa's Knot
"It won't be so bad," Her mother's voice trembled as she twisted the long, winding braid into place. She lifted and pressed the hair into the nape of Crissa's neck and held it there, groping for a pin. Crissa said nothing, but bowed her head to allow her mother access to the soft hair at the nape of her neck.
"It won't be so bad," Her mother repeated, "You'll see,"
Again Crissa did not respond.
"You're lucky, you know," Her mother mused, twitching yet another strand of hair into place, "A lot of other families have their eyes on this land. We-," She stopped and worked a pin deep into the entanglement of hair, hoping it
Arianna dipped her pen into th by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Arianna dipped her pen into th
Arianna dipped her pen into the inkpot, just as a knock came at her cabin door. She sighed through her nose and set the pen down carefully on some scrap paper in the groove at the top of her desk. It rocked gently with the motion of the ship, but did not roll away.
“Enter,” she called, wiping her inky fingers on her handkerchief. There was a small scrambling noise as the door was pushed open by a clumsy hand.
“Mistress Carter?” called a squeaky, pre-pubescent voice from her doorway.
“Yes, Master Dooley?” she smiled, turning to face the cabin boy.
He was nearly twelve, in her estimation, and scrawnie
Do you think I wanted this? by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Do you think I wanted this?
Do you think
I wanted this?
The nights spent dreamless
The days spent numb
The hours with a pen
Recycling other people’s words
While the spring inside my head begins
To
Dry
Up
slowly.
Do you think I wanted this?
Do you think
I asked for it to be difficult?
I knew it would be difficult
But,
As the saying goes,
We must accept what we cannot change
And
The grass is greener on the other side
And
What does not kill us makes us stronger.
Do you think
I thought this far ahead?
That I foresaw and somehow
Forgot
To dodge my silver bullet?
Do you think I meant
For hours
To turn into
Days
To turn into
Nothingness
To turn into
Distress
Characters:
Amaryllis - A rather butch Queen
Aloysius - A sissy prince
Gordon - Aloysius’ cousin
Amaryllis
You don’t know me! You can’t judge me, you have no right to speak to me like that!
Aloysius
Oh please, I am a prince I can speak to anyone any way I want!
Amaryllis
Not to me you can’t!
Aloysius
What are you going to stop me?
Amaryllis
If you keep that up I just might-
Gordon
Now Amy, hold on-
Amaryllis
Oh shut up Gordon, I can handle myself!
Aloysius
Oh you just wish that were true, don’t you. You go around acting as if you know how to do everything, as if you just rule the world!
Amary
I Wish I Could Help You But I'm too scared by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
I Wish I Could Help You But I'm too scared
You know you're not the only one who wonders
what went wrong?
When?
You know you're not the only one who asks
why couldn't I?
Why me?
You're not the only one who always feels
tired
and scared
lower than the dust of the road
duller than a butter knife.
You know you're not the only one
who hurts
and screams
and curses the world
for what it does and wonders
why things never
You know you are not
never will be
alone.
Knowing and feeling are not the same.
The Byrnn Family Secret by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
The Byrnn Family Secret
Prologue
"Can I touch it?" Kriona (https://www.deviantart.com/riona), aged about seven and a half, asked, wide-eyed. Her grandfather laughed.
"Sure, just don't touch any of the buttons."
Kriona (https://www.deviantart.com/riona) reached out, her small fingers curled. A single digit unfurled, within centimeters of the frosty glass. She could feel the ice within sucking heat from the air around it. She recoiled, burying her face in her grandfather's waist.
"It's okay K@," He chuckled, "You can touch it."
She inched her eyes back towards the bullet shaped cryochamber.
"But..." she sought for excuses, "But what about the defish?"
Her grandfather's gaze drifted upwards and his arm tightened ar
Prologue
!
! "How much?"
! "Two Fifty."
! "Two Fifty? She can't be more than six years old!"
! The slave trader shrugged.
! "That's what the slave mage said," he grimaced, his heavy brow furling. He didn't agree with the price either; they'd never sell the girl at such an outrageous amount.
! "I'd bet that's what you say about all of them," McCauley McAllister spat, "And I'd win." He narrowed his eyes and did his best to look imposing, which wasn't hard for a man who seemed to be carved out of pure gristle. The slave trader just shrugged again and grinned, showing a mouthful of blackened, stumpy teeth.
! "True," he admitted, "but this
Demands On Disney by goldilockbeanstalk, literature
Literature
Demands On Disney
I want a new Disney Princess.
No more blithe buxom bleached-tooth beauties
smiling and bodacious,
Sugar sweet, curvaceous
Pretty, petite and with as much dimension
as a stick figure.
I want an ugly Princess.
And I don't mean "homely" like
apple pies and gingham and you know I don't know what he sees in her but it must be something wonderful
Cause that's not ugly.
And I don't mean "plain" like
boring, beige and couldn't pick her out of a crowd to save the world but she sure has a great personality.
Cause that's not ugly.
I mean ugly like
Pimple faced pock marked snaggle toothed wire haired
Shakespeare's most famous m
Skip struggled her way into the confining fabric of her floor length gown to the persistent drone of the Watching Eye in her head.
"And I must say as a champion, you were spectacular. I mean, we did always expect you to win, but you put on a jolly good show!"
Skip grunted.
"You should be a wonderful Queen. I mean, not that you have any meaningful experience, but you always have me, and it does run in your blood and all-"
"Something's bothering me," Skip cut in, disentangling her skirt from her petticoats.
"Pardon?" The Watching Eye's voice echoed in her head.
"I said something's bothering me,"
"What is it?"
"Don't you
Crissa's Knot
"It won't be so bad," Her mother's voice trembled as she twisted the long, winding braid into place. She lifted and pressed the hair into the nape of Crissa's neck and held it there, groping for a pin. Crissa said nothing, but bowed her head to allow her mother access to the soft hair at the nape of her neck.
"It won't be so bad," Her mother repeated, "You'll see,"
Again Crissa did not respond.
"You're lucky, you know," Her mother mused, twitching yet another strand of hair into place, "A lot of other families have their eyes on this land. We-," She stopped and worked a pin deep into the entanglement of hair, hoping it
Luscious Fruit and Burning Skies by narutogoldylocks, journal
Luscious Fruit and Burning Skies
"Hi, Mister Once-Ler.
How is your wonderful self
on this red morning?
Yes, I see it now.
Charming, isn't it? Not like
our normal blue days.
Perhaps we ought to
make some pancakes? Gulf them down
like juicy berries.
Truffula berries,
that is. But no, I don't think
we can. I'm busy
cleaning up what
you destroyed. Crack the bright mirror,
I dare say. Your good
luck will run out one day."
I'm really frustrated by the fact that I can't write anything but really bad, really cliché, angsty teen poetry right now, which has resulted in a couple of things:
One - I've been posting virtually nothing. Sawrry.
Two- I've created a secret stash of poems I don't think I'll ever publish.
Problem: How do I make sure that no one ever reads them and judges me and my angst?
ANGST ANGST ANGST
ALL THAT I AM IS ANGST WHY IS THIS NO IT NEEDS TO STOP WHY STOP STOP STOP
anyway
apologizing for the slim pickins and insisting that I SWEAR TO GOD I AM ACTUALLY WRITING even if no one will ever see it.
so yeas. GAH
And I checked my grades online. I was especially worried for physics, because I was right on the edge, but it hadn't changed like AT ALL. So I scrolled down to the final grade and I saw
CONTENT FINAL: 69% - D
SKILLS FINAL: 93% - A
What the fuck? What is going on? I don't I don't I what
what
what the
what the whatness
what
So my computer randomly turned into a spinning ball of death like three weeks ago and I just got it back from the apple store today. I missed it so much! *Hugs* It's like nothing even came between us!