Suzie
If anything was certain, it's that Suzie Slasher was a beautiful little thing. Her soft blond hair was always painstakingly placed into ringlet ponytails, her bright pink dress always pressed and clean. The true pride of the family, her eyes would shine with innocence and to her parents content, strangers would always take notice. "What a beautiful girl you have." It was the anthem to her life. Praise upon praise. The other children were jealous of her, she knew they were. She would smile too widely at them when their parents weren't looking and with blood thirsty eyes, quietly laugh at their disposition. They would run to their parents and tell them what Suzie Slasher had done, but little Suzie always gave them the sweetest little smile and run off. She was always the most brautiful thing in the room, always. That is until one fateful day when, with a scream and a cry, a sister was born. A beautiful little baby girl with eyes as big as saucers and a laugh like bells ringing. If anything was certain its that she was a beautiful thing. Her parents cooed and gawed, obsessed with the pudgy blob. Suzie would dance and scream and throw all sorts if fits, but to no avail. Strangers would look right through her and see that beet red baby and say "What a beautiful girl you have." Poor little Suzie. But then one day, on her eighth birthday, Suzie Slasher had an idea, a brilliant one. While her parents were off bragging about their newest spawn, Suzie quietly crept into the nursery with something special for her newborn friend. She stared down into the crib at the wriggling little thing smiling to herself, clutching a flaming birthday candle. A tiny sound was heard, like ringing bells. Suzie smiled and that smile turned to a giggle and that giggle turned to a laugh and that laugh turned into a delighted scream as the candle left her tiny fist. The baby's ringing bells turned to a shreiking hyena and Suzie cackled with victory as the little thing was burned of its beauty. Her parents rushed in at the sound, to find their oldest daughter maniacally cackling above the crib. Paralyzed with fear, they could only watch in horror as little Suzie Slasher skipped out of the flames, untouched and overjoyed by her sister's flaming end. From that day on, Suzie Slasher was once again the pride of the Slasher family. Strangers would look at her with wide frightened eyes, their voices shaking as they'd say "What a beautiful girl you have." Suzie would giggle as her parents looked on from afar, clutching each other tightly as their little girl recieved the praise she knew she deserved. Because if anything was certain, its that Suzie Slasher was a beautiful little thing.
Magenta
Who is magenta?
She has a ramona flowers mentality on hair
She is organized and ready, but still fun and spontaneous
She writes love notes to her boyfriend and letters to her family
She remembers to call them every once in a while
She studies hard and has fun doing it
She wears cute clothes
She doesn’t bite her nails
She does her best because she can
She writes because she wants to
She makes bracelets for charity
She researches diseases to possibly cure them
She does fun things
She films and edits because its an interesting opportunity
She works out and eats allright
She talks to friends and watches disney movies
She takes walks in the park at dawn
She has a toy cat that she keeps in her bag
She has a magic day jar to keep track of her life
She brings happiness to the people in her life
She smiles at strangers
She believes she can do anything
She gets mad when people hurt others or don’t act right
She tries to do a lot
She’s an ellusive dream
But I don’t think she’s happy
Not really there
You're mine, but you're not, you never were. I've been yours for as long as I can rememeber, but not you. I feel you, I know you're the warm body next to mine, but its like a ghost is inhabiting my room. A blank stare, like you can't even see me. You've been mine for years, but I've never really had you. You've had me from the first glance and now I'm stuck feeling so stupid for wanting you. I should have you. I shouldn't have to feel so insecure about very move I make. I shouldn't feel like I need to constantly get you, constantly trying to keep you and I never succeed. You've been aloof, constantly just out of reach whilst still firmly in my grasp and its like I'm just not holding on tightly enough. I'm going to smother you when all I wanted was to catch your attention. I'm always yours, but I can't have you. Not really.
Cinderelly
In the pale moonlight, a poor girl flew on a dance floor
She spun and twirled to her heart's content
The boy who guided her was clearly smitten with her beautiful face and fancy dress
She thought it was love
He led her to a romantic garden of wonderland
He sat with her and watched the stars twinkle delicately in the sky
And in an instant, the lie was revealed
The clock struck twelve
Her random curfew clawed at her skin
She flashed away like a dream
The last the boy saw of her was a flash of orange and an angelic shoe dazzling by the light of his posh castle streetlamp
He believed she was too beautiful to lose
She believed he was in love with her
He set out on a journey, a great quest to win her heart and see her gorgeous face once more
In her drab and dusty attic, she twirled like a flamingo in her crystal slipper
Like an awkward ballerina, she danced with visions of her own prince charming coming to rescue her, just as she had read about in books
He did find her
On that beautiful sunny morning, he strolled up to the house of his lovely model, bouncing on the balls of his feet
Giddy with excitement he went to knock on the old wooden door when he sa a disgusting sight
His princess was adorned with rags, not jewels
Her face was covered in ash and soot
Her hair was matted down with dirt and she had a childish smile on her grimy face as she spun mindlessly in circles on her glass foot
Blue and brown eyes locked for a single second in time before the truth was revealed
Her prince was not charming
He stormed away as she screamed for him to come back
She begged and cried as he gracefully stepped into his pompous carrage
The servant girl ran up to the carriage, sure that her prince simply hadn't known she was his one true love
Their eyes met, but there was no loving embrace
His stare was cold and harsh
Her fairy tale had come to a screeching halt as he spit on her blackened face and rode off into the distance
She didn't understand
Didn't he love her?
She raced after him, hobbling in her one beautiful shoe
As the moon shone on the road, the girl was still chasing her fantasy
It all fell apart
Her dream
Her crystal shoe
Her one memory of that magical night cracked under her weight, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces
Shards of glass pierced her callused foot as a red river flowed behind her
She thought it was love
She thought he had found her prince charming
As she made the long journey back to her prison, one thing was painfully clear
There are no happy endings