Currently working on a magazine to publish poetry/short stories/artwork. If you would like to submit something, the website is here.
Does anyone know the best kind of chocolate for molding? I’ve made some pretty good ones with plain cooking chocolate but they went a bit discoloured after a while… so does anyone know of any particular brand that’s any better? I’m told things like Dairy Milk and Galaxy aren’t great for it… sadly. Thanks ^_^
I’ve not been online much lately but will be back soon.
Also a week today til the first issue of the magazine, so if people could keep sending me stuff at the website it can still be included :)
She came here in summer
and she wasn’t like us.
She shone through the grey;
bright and shadowless.
But she walked like us,
and she talked like us
and her name was Ella.
We never asked why,
we accepted her without question
like a wonderful gift.
She listened like us,
she smiled like us,
and she was everyone’s friend.
I saw her gazing at the sky
with the fiercest longing -
and I knew, then.
She didn’t eat like us,
she didn’t sleep like us.
And people had started to go missing.
It started with Mr Hadley’s son,
Ben, who was only eight.
Ella worried like us,
she sympathised like us
and I said nothing.
Then the vicar’s daughter vanished
and still, I stayed silent.
For a few weeks there was nothing;
then my cousin was gone.
She was last seen walking the dog.
They found it nearby,
inexplicably insane.
Everyone was afraid now.
Ella came to me then,
asked me to go out with her.
I thought, she saw me.
I knew it was my turn.
She kissed me in the moonlight
and I felt the longing I’d seen.
“Full moon,” she whispered
with a wicked grin.
Before my eyes
everything changed.
It’s odd but I felt no fear,
not even regret.
Ella wasn’t like us,
and I was in love with her.
I didn’t run, because I understood.
She hungered like us,
she hurt like us.
Whatever she was, it was no monster.
I endured the razor-sharp teeth,
I endured the claws pinning me down,
and I felt her surprise
before all was dark.
I was amazed to wake up.
I was still outside,
and Ella lay with me.
“Am I bound not to kill you?”
she asked quietly.
I didn’t understand then, but now -
now Ella and I run together.
Two girls who are not girls:
and I understand
that we are bound
and always have been.
<3
it is never as
simple as people make it
sound, I can’t just stop.
Someone wrote a message “stop hating your body”… and she wrote it on her perfect flat stomach and absolutely no fat to be seen!! Yeah, that’s helpful…
o.O
