Post by Daenyra on Jan 2, 2020 10:15:28 GMT -5
Before I Write In My Diary
*Pacing the floor debating what to write in my Diary* , "A New Beginning", one would look upon as good perhaps, with what I have done I am not sure good would be the words to embrace the outcome of my recent actions. Yet this would be a New Beginning, good or bad it is the beginning of SOMETHING! Soon they will see and soon things will change, in my eyes yes for the good but is it good? Questioning Myself, I wonder at what point did I begin to talk to myself. As I began to mumble to myself, frustration began. The pacing hardened as My Tiny feet seemed to feel like hammers pounding into the stone floor, wearing a path into the stone. I just couldn't stop, I couldn't sit down right now and if I write what's on my mind Tonight that would be evidence of the deed done but writing it out could be like therapy for my troubled mind. Whoa is Me. Not only talking to myself now speaking my emotions, am I going insane, after all my Mother did. The curse Neira cast on my Mother, had I too inherited it? My Mother balanced on good and evil, I believe hers was more of deception. She thrived on deception. The Grand Hall in the Castle was dark and gloomy this eve, never so quiet as tonight. As I turned on my pacing and facing the bar , I quickly made way to the crates stacked behind the bar, fumbling open the lid of the top crate, I dig through the straw nestled around the bottles protecting them from breakage, the green bottle was now visible, taking hold of the bottle hastily pulling the bottle from the crate. Holding it up eye level I smile and lower it knocking the cork from the top against the edge of the bar counter. Tipping the mouth of the bottle to my lips I guzzle it half down. Licking my lips and wiping my arm across them to dry the brew dripping from them. Taking a deep breath, My anxiety was beginning to lessen. Bottle in one hand and Hovering the empty hand in front of me I look down and the trembling was easing, the hand now wasn't shaking as bad as before. This was not going to be secret long, in a few days suspicion would begin, and I would be clearly the one to blame. At least no one is dead ......maybe a tad bit confused but nobody dead, that's a good thing right? Shaking my head, I know not to answer myself. Or do I? Either way the Deed is done, A slight chuckle escaped my mouth with the thoughts of what I had just done. The liquid kush beggining to work its magic on me now, I wobble to the fancy seats I had made and brought to the castle , in front of the fire in the room. Sinking into the plush softness if the seats I feel like I am melting into the seat, staring at the leather bound diary laying on the table in front of me, reaching out grasping the book I draw it near me, turning to the table beside me I pick up the pen and here goes.........
(what is next to be written soon =)
*Pacing the floor debating what to write in my Diary* , "A New Beginning", one would look upon as good perhaps, with what I have done I am not sure good would be the words to embrace the outcome of my recent actions. Yet this would be a New Beginning, good or bad it is the beginning of SOMETHING! Soon they will see and soon things will change, in my eyes yes for the good but is it good? Questioning Myself, I wonder at what point did I begin to talk to myself. As I began to mumble to myself, frustration began. The pacing hardened as My Tiny feet seemed to feel like hammers pounding into the stone floor, wearing a path into the stone. I just couldn't stop, I couldn't sit down right now and if I write what's on my mind Tonight that would be evidence of the deed done but writing it out could be like therapy for my troubled mind. Whoa is Me. Not only talking to myself now speaking my emotions, am I going insane, after all my Mother did. The curse Neira cast on my Mother, had I too inherited it? My Mother balanced on good and evil, I believe hers was more of deception. She thrived on deception. The Grand Hall in the Castle was dark and gloomy this eve, never so quiet as tonight. As I turned on my pacing and facing the bar , I quickly made way to the crates stacked behind the bar, fumbling open the lid of the top crate, I dig through the straw nestled around the bottles protecting them from breakage, the green bottle was now visible, taking hold of the bottle hastily pulling the bottle from the crate. Holding it up eye level I smile and lower it knocking the cork from the top against the edge of the bar counter. Tipping the mouth of the bottle to my lips I guzzle it half down. Licking my lips and wiping my arm across them to dry the brew dripping from them. Taking a deep breath, My anxiety was beginning to lessen. Bottle in one hand and Hovering the empty hand in front of me I look down and the trembling was easing, the hand now wasn't shaking as bad as before. This was not going to be secret long, in a few days suspicion would begin, and I would be clearly the one to blame. At least no one is dead ......maybe a tad bit confused but nobody dead, that's a good thing right? Shaking my head, I know not to answer myself. Or do I? Either way the Deed is done, A slight chuckle escaped my mouth with the thoughts of what I had just done. The liquid kush beggining to work its magic on me now, I wobble to the fancy seats I had made and brought to the castle , in front of the fire in the room. Sinking into the plush softness if the seats I feel like I am melting into the seat, staring at the leather bound diary laying on the table in front of me, reaching out grasping the book I draw it near me, turning to the table beside me I pick up the pen and here goes.........
(what is next to be written soon =)