My Inked Hands

Late night wonder

2011-12-19T18:12:00.001-08:00

Wilshire/Western.

Dead Promises, Part One

2010-01-08T21:21:00.000-08:00

AN: I was too busy working on something else, so I'm posting the first half and hoping it will be better next time. For the mean time, this is the first half.

Keep in mind, I wasn't too happy when I wrote this, so my wording and dialogue are "eh." The ending for part one is abrupt, but bear with me. :(

Dead Promises

a short story on friends, by Poppy Mare

The cell was cold and damp and the blindfolded girl was scared and alone. The only way one could read the expression from her face was mainly from her mouth. A piece of cloth covered the girl's eyes and served as both a symbol and mask for her deformity. For she was special and damned in the worst way possible.

Having such a horrible start in life, people feared her as soon as she was born to her gypsy mother and father, and bored the image of the damned.

She was born without eyes.

Controversy broke out, the blind girl's parents were killed in the outrage, but as soon as they did, the consequences of their deed set in. What if it was the devil's child? Certainly, they must get rid of her. But what if she was a gift from God? Would He send them such a deformed child to see if they were kind? Maybe they should keep the child. Maybe He would forgive them, if they raised her, and fed her. Maybe, since she couldn't see, the girl wouldn't know why exactly was mistreated. God would be able to love his blind child.

But to look at such a pathetic child was cruel and sad.

And for this, the people in the village decided to call her Ciega.

“Girl.”

Ciega “looked” up at the voice and tilted her head at the guard. She heard clattering and knew that the gates were opening. She beamed as soon as she heard footstep and threw herself at her friend as soon as he had said, “Ciega”

“I missed you!” she whimpered. “I thought you weren't going to come by anymore!”

Angelo chuckled and held her tightly and close. “I can't stay for long, my sweet. I have to leave in soon, so let me tell you the story.”

Tales of how the baker and his wife were getting into trouble and how they were kind enough to give him gifts to pass onto her, these were words that comforted her. The world was kind and she was simply unfortunate to displease the people with her presence. Just when he was about to ask her what she had done for the day, the guard came and bluntly asked Angelo to leave.

Tears were always common. It was strange she thought, that she could cry without the need for eyes. Ciega prayed for eyes everyday, and everyweek, she would only get a newspaper, each one that she collected to hopefully read one day.

Rough Draft - Hello, My Only One.

2009-12-24T23:44:00.000-08:00

Hello, My Only One

based on the song “Hello, Beautiful” by Vic Mignogna.

Story By: Poppy Mare

Have you ever wondered why the color of the snow is white? They say it's because when we grow out of our innocence, the snow is meant to wash away all of our sins away and make us as sinless as a newborn baby. That's why it happens in the most holiest time of the year: Christmas.

As the fairies fluttered into their homes in the flowers, little Anna played in clearing, making sure she's careful where she's stepping. The snow would crunch and sink, with every step she took. The six year old would fall on her back and watch the snow as it fell on her and she would close her eyes and dream that it was her mother's cold, light, feathered kisses. The fairies would check on her every now and again, to make sure she was okay. They were her guardians after all. But as soon as they tugged her light brown hair, or pinched her rosy cheeks, Anna stood and decided that maybe it would be best to go to another area.

As she walked in the snow, she imagined what it would be like to be one of those little fairies. It wasn't long before she reached a road and not much longer after that; a home. Anna blinked at the building. She was still new to the land and so she never really ventured this far. She went to it's doorstep and knocked once... twice...

Upon the third time, there was an answer and Anna was surprised to see a boy, around her age step out. Despite the fact that she was the one intruding, Anna couldn't help but ask, “Who are you?”

The boy frowned, his blue eyes scanning Anna, before he answered, “My name's Allen. And you?”

“Anna.”

The boy looked around. “What do you want?” he asked nervously.

The girl studied him, taking in his nervousness. The she seriously considered his question. What did she want. In this land, everything was right and peaceful. She was happy and content, even on her own. “What I want?” she asked herself. “I want something, but I don't know. What do you want?”

Allen blinked. “What are you asking me for? Did you need anything from me, or what?”

She didn't need anything. Anything needed, the fairies provided in abundance. “I don't need anything,” she stated. “I don't need anything at all.”

“Then will you leave?” Allen asked.

“Why? I have everything I could ever want here,” she replied. “Don't you want to be with me?”

[This is as far as I'm willing to write. I need to edit this, finish and print it for my portfolio. :) But I will finish it.]

Run, Run, Run — Would You Wear that Black Liner, Baby?

2009-03-15T13:11:00.000-07:00

Run, run, run.

Would you wear that black liner, baby?

Run, run, run.

Run, run, run.

The song often made me want to walk down the street to the beat of the music. Like those awesome montages in the movies. But I guess I'd have to settle with just bobbing my head to it.

My room had been already fixed. It's pretty barren but I like it, since it gives room for my imagination to take hold.

I saw myself typing on the computer. My head's already making me believe I was doing something else. My imaginary self was bored, looking up scary sites and what not. She had a cup of coffee next to her.

Huh. I wanted some.

Part of me wondered what I was typing on that computer. I wanted to go over and look over her shoulder. My shoulder.

You know, that's the weird thing. When you're looking at yourself, you start to look at all the flaws.

Well, that's what I do.

I noticed her shoulders her normal sized but her deltoids were monstrously huge. Well, not really. She just had them abnormally large.

My imaginary self must have felt me staring at her. She looked at me and blinked. I notice her mustache. Mine, really but I wished I didn't have it. People made gestures to me to wax it off. My parents. My friends.

Looking at myself now, made me realize why.

But didn't waxing hurt? Besides, I've been raised being told that looks didn't matter.

But now...

She smiles to me and looks back at the computer. After a while, she looked over again finally. vanished.

In my head, though.

Run, run, run.

-Poppy

The Pond

2009-03-08T14:57:00.000-07:00

A/N: Okay, I know, not really a story, but it was soooo much cooler in my head. O.o; Having written it down though.... Not so much.

Every night the girl would go out towards the pond. Every night, she would toss a black, lumpy bag into the pond.

Tonight was like any other night.

The girl opened the door and dragged a fresh new bloody bag towards the pond.

"I'm here." The little girl said to the pond. Of course, it was just a pond, so it didn't respond to her. Instead, the girl waited a while before tossing the bag into the pond.

She smiled and then shuffled back into her home.

Well... that would be the end of that, but it doesn't just end there. The bag. As the bag sank into darkness, it would twitch every so often. The bag opened and revealed the horrid truth of what was inside the bag.

An infant. An infant! Maybe three months old. The infant opened it's mouth in an attempt to breath, only to drowned. In a matter of seconds, the babe would be dead... The baby gagged silently, eyes shut from fright and pain.

Breath...

The baby hardly reacted to the suggestion, continuing to sink. A black shadowy figure swam toward the baby as it finally passed away. The shadowy figure lifted the baby and howled. Gray skin, black fins. A mermaid but not really. Below the mermaid were more black bags, all having contained the same thing. A baby.

The mermaid looked at it's new visitor. The baby's face was relaxed, no longer alive. It howled. Somehow, the girl got the idea that if she fed babies to the pond, he might not eat her.

She thinks the mermaid ate babies.

...And he did.

End.

-Poppy

I Love You

2009-03-01T17:11:00.000-08:00

A/N: As promised... A really short story!!

His name is Alastor Tophat and his favorite thing in the whole world is his mind. I’m not tring to say that he is super smart of anything. But his imagination is something… unique.

Sadly, he rarely uses it and often time I find staring out into the night sky. A lot of the time he would wave to me and ask me what how long until he vanishes.

Tonight, he’s doing the same. I watch from my bedroom window and see him tapping his wrist.

I look down and see the time on my cell. Three minutes.
I hold up three fingers and giggle when he makes angry gestures.

And like, he begins to tell me his goodbyes.

He points to his left icy blue eye.

I…

The he places a hand over his chest.

Love…

And finally, he points to me.

I love you.

My alarm went off at exactly 5 am. I blinked and he was gone again.

I keep forgetting to say, I love you too…

End.

What Vampires Would Do

2008-12-26T16:32:00.000-08:00

What Vampires Would Do.

"What are you reading, Sam?"

I looked up from the book and glared at Ben, who interrupted my "personal time." I held up the book to show him the title of the book; Twilight.

"Le gasp!" Ben said, covering his mouth as though horribly shocked. "I thought you said it was nothing but a load of crap!"

"It is!" I snapped, "I just wanna know what the big craze is. Why are girls going so crazy about this book?"

Ben shrugged and sat beside on the bench, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Girls are complicated creatures, my love. There is no use in trying to figure them out."

"You make it sound like I'm not a girl," I said, slouching a bit.

"That's because you're not," Ben laughed and put his hands in front of his face as I leapt up. Before I could maul him, he quickly added, "You're above them. You're a goddess!!"

I grinned at that. A goddess, huh?

"Didn't you already read that book, anyways?" Ben asked, as he took the book from my hands and flipped through the pages.

I nodded. "Yeah, but maybe I missed something. I mean, I'm a girl and I'm not crazy about it. But it drives me nuts when other girls are all, 'Oh my god! Isn't Edward hot!?'"

"You probably have no vagina, then."

"…I'll kill you."

Ben put the book on my backpack. He smiled at my threat and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't worry about it," he said, laughing when I pretended to strangle him. Looking at the book, he made thoughtful face. "But I am kinda surprised you don't appreciate the book at all."

"And why's that?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"The book's the reason we went out, remember?"

I nodded.

We were nothing more than partners in crime, making jokes out of one another. Then one day I said, "Hey, let's go out, just to see the reaction on their faces." I was referring to our group of friends. They often said we were the most incompatible couple.

"Yeah!" Ben grinned. "But you do know, that I have to be the man in the relationship, right?"

"You don't have enough testosterone to be a man!"

We decided that to make it more unbelievable, he was going to ask me out in public and make it look like he just fell in love with me over some stupid reason. I was reading Twilight and when I finished it, I yelled, "That sucked!"

Ben was there and he said, "Really? Me too. Let's go out."

Needless to say it did kinda shock everyone, but not as much as we had hoped for. But we continued to "go out" until one day, Ben said, "…Hey, I don't want to pretend anymore."

"I know. Wanna pretend to break up instead?"

"Not, exactly. I want to go out with you for real."

No one ever discovered that it was meant to be a joke, but as we went out for real, people noticed the difference. I would glare at just about any girl who got too close to him, and Ben had even once spent his whole allowance to get me a collection of books. He even let me in on a little secret…

I'm not saying I love the guy. I mean, come on! I'm just seventeen. But I have more fun around Ben than I do with anyone else.

Ben puffed his cheeks at me and gently blew at my face to snap me out of my little flashback. "Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

I frowned at him. "Sorry, I thought I heard God there for a sec. What were you saying?"

"I said," Ben began, leaning his forehead against mine. "That I think I know why you might not like it."

I rose an eyebrow at that. "You do?"

"Uh-huh." He grinned widely and, for the first time in a while, I noticed his abnormally large fangs. "Cause you know what real Vampires would do in relationships."

-End.

Being Turned

2008-12-22T15:54:00.000-08:00

Being Turned

“Please?”

“No.”

“Just a little bit.”

“I said no.”

“But— ”

“NO!”

I sighed and sat back in my seat. My older brother can be such a pain in the ass sometimes! It was the special day when I was going to be turned and he won’t even give me some Morphine to ease the pain of the transformation.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch and it’s going to be your fault,” I huffed, crossing my arms. I stared out of the window as the car started to leave civilization.

“Look, Poppy. Everyone has to change without any sort of drug. It’s the only way we can make sure what type of Vampire we’ll have.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes in that certain way that always got on my brother’s nerves. “Why can’t I be witch? Or a succubus? Or— ”

“One: You’re not old enough to be a succubus. Two: Witches are sacred and from the way you’ve behaved this year, I doubt we can make you one.”

“Come on, Vincent!” I groaned. “I’m not that bad.”

Vincent gave me a look with his cool grey eyes. I hoped my eyes would turn to that color.

The car made a right turn and began to speed up.

“All of my other friends are becoming witches. One of them was even turned to a succubus last year,” I mumbled.

“That because none of them ran away with a spell book and turned their uncles into wolves.”

“Hey, the guy had it coming. He tackled me wh— ”

“Look, Alastor is going to be at the ceremony.” I stopped and felt a blush creep up my face. “And seeing as you two are an ‘item’ we’re letting him turn you.” Vincent smiled at the expression on my face. “You know, I kinda envy you in a way.”

“Why?” I barely managed to speak.

“It was Aunt Sally who turned me, remember?” He shivered playfully. “You never want that mole come near your face. It’s just not right!”

I smiled at him and giggled. It was more than enough to take my mind off the painful transformation waiting for me at the end of the car ride.

† † † † † †

The car rolled to a stop and I stepped out of the car. Guests and family members came up to me and shook my hand. They rarely got to see a human. Being vampires, they only saw picture of me sent through letters by my parents.

“Poppy!” Ericka squealed as she saw me. She ran up to me and hugged me hard. “I can’t believe it! It’s finally happening!”

I grinned at her. “Yeah, me neither.”

She started to grin but then frowned. “Wait, you’re not ready yet,” she mumbled and stepped back from me.

I felt really nervous with having her looking at me in such a strange way. “What?” I mumbled softly, unable to take much of her hard stare. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

“No,” she pouted thoughtfully. “It’s just… Ah! I know!” She stepped in front of me and looked into my eyes. Then, without warning, she slapped me hard across the face.

“GAH! Ericka!! That really hurt!! What the hell was that for!?” I rubbed my cheek as tears of pain rolled down my cheek.

Ericka dragged one of her sharp purple nails on my cheek and traced the wet trail left by the tear. She smiled apologetically at me and ran off.

Before I could run after her, Vincent came up from behind and rested his hand on my shoulder. “Alastor waiting for us. Let’s not keep him waiting, shall we?”

I gulped deeply and nodded. The time had come.

Vincent led me to a familiar building.

I remembered the last time I was here. It was the time when Vincent was turned into a vampire. He was dragged in and he kicked and screamed and cried. He didn’t want to be turned. He knew the pain that was to come with the transformation. But they tossed him to Aunt Sally’s arms and she sank her nails into Vincent’s side and her fangs into his shoulder.

I remembered how he screamed and shrieked. I remembered the days afterwards he spent in bed sobbing and waking up to nightmares that made absolutely no sense.

That’s what’s waiting for me.

When we got to the “red carpet” Alastor was waiting for me in his rightful spot. He took one look at me and smiled softly. I smiled back.

My “parents” were waiting not too far off. They looked at me with thirsty eyes. This was the day they were waiting for. For their daughter to come to them as a prideful Vampire.

I’d known them for a short while. But it was odd. My Human parents loved them and were eager to give me away, despite the fact that I was raised by them. I guess it must be all the security they receive from it.

“Are you ready?” Vincent asked, already stepping aside, out of my Ritual spot.

Yeah, I told myself in my head. I took a deep breath and marched down the aisle, passing my new soon to be blood relatives. Alastor met me about halfway. I inhaled deeply, before saying, “I, Poppy Mare, will allow my friend,” Vincent told me I wasn’t allowed to say man, “Alastor Nightingale, to turn me into a vampire.” I had to say this, it was like a verbal contract.

Alastor coughed into his hand, “And I, Alastor Nightingale, will be honored in turning this Human girl into our kin.”

I gulped lightly as he took my hands into his and brought me closer to him. I craned my head to the side, allowing more exposure of my neck. Before Alastor bit me, I felt the jabbing pain of his nail digging into my sides. I opened my mouth to scream, but it got to that level of pain that you just can’t use your voice anymore.

I tried screaming again, and this time my voice worked and I heard myself screeching at the top of my lungs. I tried to jerk away from him, but Alastor shoved me into the floor, before crawling on top of me and returning to the bite.

I tried to shoved him away from him, looking around for my Human parents. I remember thinking, Why isn’t anyone helping me?

I continued screaming, and crying until at one point… I don’t know, I just blacked out.

† † † † † †

Waking up, fading out. Sitting up to throw up, laying back down to ease the pain in my head. Screaming at the invisible monsters, the ones trying to eat my fingers, one by one…

“Poppy?”

I forced my eyes open against the strong light. Ericka was looking down at me with a worried expression. “You okay?” she asked.

I wanted to cry but something told me if I did, I would barf. “Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

“How is she? Is she awake?” I recognized the second voice. Alastor came beside me and took hold of my hand. “Hey, how are you?” he whispered softly, stroking the back of my hand.

“Uhm,” I grunted softly. I turned my head to look at his face better, but it hurt my neck.

“Hey, remember when I hit you yesterday?” Ericka said. Oh yeah, like I want to remember that at this very moment. “Here.” I felt her slip something into my hand.

I turned my head to the other side, groaning at the pain and looked at what she put into my hand. It was a small bat shaped necklace. The bat was see through and I guessed in my mind that she made it out of my tears.

“I put a spell on it for good fortune,” Ericka said. “I wanted to get the tear before you changed, in a way it’s kinda pure.”

I nodded at her and sighed. Something was bothering me. I wanted something. I licked the back of my freshly grown fangs.

“What’s wrong?” Alastor asked, but I heard something in his voice. Understanding. “You hungry?”

I grinned weakly to myself. “Uh-huh… Very.”

End.

New Book for Me to Read

2008-06-25T12:23:00.001-07:00

Well, I'm planning on reading a book I just bought. It's called Greek Mythology for Everyone: Legends of the Gods and Heroes. Got it for a mere two buck. I'll start with a preface and track my progress here. ^^ [feels dominant] Next time I'll post I'll show the page number (Like this: pg. 0 of 306), and have a story ready by then. Hopefully people might like this story.

I guess that's all I have for now.

-Poppy Mare

My Inked Hands --- Black Death

2008-06-22T19:19:00.000-07:00

My Inked Hands

It was dark and I was on my knees, my hands pressing against the chest of my dear friend. My friend was hurt badly. Bleeding from the chest. My dear friend’s eyes were closed and the black blood was starting to seep through my fingers.

“Hang on,” I heard myself say. “Just hang on. It’s only a scratch.”

My friend’s breathing were shallow, his face crunching up in pain. “Just… a scratch…” he said.

He needed help, but no one on this planet could do anything without thinking I was some insane person. “Just…” I looked around frantically. We were just outside my home. I could go in and get paper… “Just press against the wound!” I shouted, staggering to my feet. “I’ll go get paper,” I hoped I was doing to right thing.

Inside my home, I stormed my own bedroom and pulled out notebook. “Paper, paper, paper…”I cursed softly under my breath. No clean paper. At that moment I heard thunder just outside. My heart sank. “Oh no.” Running up to a window, I saw rain clouds forming. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!”

I ran about my home, tossing my folders out, raiding my computer desk, and looking under my bed. Funny, how whenever you need a new, clean sheet of paper, I could never find one. “Dammit!!” I cursed and raced outside. For right now, I had to get my friend inside. It took me a couple of minute to get to my friend. Around here, the weather changes quickly.

Outside, rain was starting to sprinkle the pavement, making it look darker with each drop. “Can you walk?” I asked stupidly, kneeling down on my knees and wrapping one of his arms over my neck.

“Just a scratch,” he said groggily. His hand was still pressed against his chest, but it was covered with black ink. He winced when a droplet of water hit his face. “Rain…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! Just try to work with me here,” I panicked when the droplets became more and more frequent. I began walking with him, back to my place. But my friend was far to weak. He would stumble and trip over the smallest of things. I ignored the possible permanent damage the ink might do to my shirt and tried to get my dear friend to limp.

Instead, he laughed softly to himself and looked up at the rainy clouds. “This is… my first time… being out in the rain.” As he said that a droplet hit him several time on the face and he began bleeding more. He faced me and grinned painfully, black ink running down his face.

“Stop looking up!” I snapped at him. In my hurry to get him inside, I guess I should have noticed the puddle in front of us. But I didn’t. When I tried running over it, my foot twisted at the slipperiness and both me and my friend fell on our backs. Unlike most people, my friend shrieked at the contact of water. I scrambled on all fours and tried lifting him up, but it was too late. Much like ink on paper, he began to fade. His inky body just slipped through my hands. “No, no, no, no!!!”

In a couple of seconds, my greatest creation and my best friend was nothing more than a black puddle of ink in my yard. All I had were my inked hands.

Now who’s going to tell my story to the world?

-Poppy Mare

I Can

2008-06-18T20:33:00.000-07:00

I Can

I can’t sing, or draw or write very well. All I know is that I have another ability that most people just ignore. The power to imagine and create my own life threatening problems.

I can make tear form on my cheek when I see a friend die. I can feel the adrenaline rush through my veins as I fly over the dessert with no one to save me. I can feel pleasure, kissing the prettiest boy in the whole wide world.

Okay, so I can’t really do all that. But I can. I just can in my head. During school time I would sit out in the sun and make the whole world dark. I would meet my true friends and enemies and I would know how to fight. I would have wings and fly out of the school, city, my own body, and still be here.

I can make myself the hero, saving my man from the ultimate form of evil. Or I can be the villain, torturing those who oppose my thoughts and ideas. I can make myself look pretty and have all the guys chase after me. I can make the best Whopper you’ve ever tasted.

I can do a lot of things and sometimes I feel awful about it. When I make one of my friends die I do tend to cry, but for some reason there is some for of pleasure from it. When I see them go down and not move anymore, I feel powerful. No, I don’t really kill my friends, just the ones in my head. And I remember how they die and rewind it in my head.

In my mind, it’s like I am the Goddess of my own world. The mental one anyways. Where I can sing, draw, and write.

-Poppy Mare

Sail Away

2008-06-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

I pushed the boat out of the shore and looked back. I was going to miss this place. It's trees and buildings. But alas, it is time for me to leave. I got to sail away to the universe that I live in. I pushed the boat further in when I heard, "Wait! I wanna come!"

I looked back and smiled to see one of my dearest friends come at me. She hugged me and I smiled. "We won't fit," I said giggling.

She shook her head and focused her eyes on the boat. After a while, she looked at me and said. "How about now?"

I looked at the boat and saw that it was bigger than it originally was. I grinned at her. "Where the tides take us!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

She pushed the boat with me out into space. I hopped on and pulled my friend in. The boat didn't feel like it was moving, but it was. You could see it.

And soon, we left the world of reality.

-Poppy

Behold! Poppy's Face!!

2008-06-05T00:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I don't really look this... black and white. I just drew it out of boredom. Speaking of which, there is a story to go along with this, but sadly I won't be able to post it up for a long while. I have some assignments that need to be taken care of and until then, no fun for me (except for blogging).

But I can tell you a much smaller story. The story originated from the theme Angel, so you might want to listen to that before you read ahead.

Angels and Mr. Lone

When you walk the streets alone at night, there will always be a feeling of fear. You may not necessarily feel it, but it's there. You just don't know it. But go walk on the streets of LA, where the only lights you have are streetlights, then you'll know what kind of fear I mean.

If you ever find yourself walking alone, humming along to some tune on your iPod, expect some form of fright. It may not always be obvious as a crazed man popping up from behind a car and screaming, "Bloody murder, bloody murder!" It might just be the sound of flapping wings. When you hear that noise, stop for a moment and look up a bit. You'll see a black blur, I'll promise you that. A black blur, followed by more flapping. But you'll never think to look up, even though something is obviously flying. Then on ground, there will be a couple of feathers, almost all the time. Black feathers of the angel who guards the streets of LA, watching, protecting, and hiding at night.

Thankfully, he's not always alone, this Hero of ours. He's here with me, Mr. Lone. It may not be the same thing as suppose to an actual Person. An actual Friend maybe, who will just be there.

After all, in a world of manic a chaos. who needs friends to get by?

-Poppy

Madame Honesty

2008-05-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

Madame Honesty

Ah, Madame Honesty. Not many know who she is, what she does, or how she keeps that fragile figure so perfect. I must say, I find her extremely attractive. With those white eyes, snowy hair, and ivory skin, it would make anyone think she was nothing but a ghost in the wind. Her petite figure seemed so fragile, so delicate. I do not know how to describe it exactly. It is just… impossible to describe.

I was studying at the Academy when I first met her. I was doing some reading, when I felt a light hand on my shoulder. Not exactly a tap. Just a hand, like someone was trying to comfort me. I looked back and Madame Honesty smiled. “Ah, excuse me…” she would say quietly, “but I must ask, are you familiar with the Essence of Truth?”

I knew she was referring to a book. But her eyes seemed like they were more like testing me. I removed my glasses and leaned back in my seat. “Why yes,” I said. “I am. Why do you ask?”

She shrugged her narrow shoulders, her fine hair spilling over her shoulder. “I was wondering if you could help with an Assignment. I’m not familiar with the book, but I have not time to read it…” I removed my glasses. She looked at me and blinked. “You seem familiar,” she murmured.

“The name They bestowed on me was Mister TopHat.”

“I see.” Madame Honesty tilted her head. “Now I remember. You are the one who wear the hat with the pink bow.”

I chuckled. “It is red. Not pink.” She offered me a sweet smile. I suppose the reason she did not recognize me was because I was not wearing my hat at the time. They say it is impolite to wear a hat indoors. Then I said, “Let me see this Assignment of yours.”

She nodded to me and pulled out a folded little piece of paper. Her delicate fingers soundlessly opened it and she laid it out in front of me. I read quickly, and rubbed my head. “Oh,” was the only thing I could up with. “Terribly sorry,” I said. Apparently her Assignment was to meet with a girl in the human realm and make her respond to the truth. The reason I could not help was that it was strictly for Essences.

Honesty smiled sadly at me. “Oh well,” she said with a light sigh. Not one of disappointment. Just a tired one. “Thank you for taking your time, then.” With that I remember she knelt down at me and kissed my cheek lightly. Like one does for a sibling. When she stood, she blinked and gasped. “My name!” she squeaked. “I never said my name!” With a pale pink face, she said, “I’m Madame Honesty. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mister TopHat.”

Then she left and I haven’t seen her since.

Until now.

-Poppy

A Small Taste

2008-05-25T00:00:00.000-07:00

I haven't been on my Blogger for a long ass time. So yeah... I'm just typing a short, rant. Maybe a story, maybe it makes no sense. Just a whatevers thing.

A Small Taste

It's 9:00pm. The moon is out, the air is cool. Younger people come out of their dwellings to enjoy the night life.

I'm relaxed, I'll say. Totally in tune with the nocturnal side of nature. Yeah. Like, I can easily waltz out of here and fly into the night like some gothic vampire.

...Okay, no. Not really. More like I totally imagine gothic vampiresout there in the night. Waiting. Watching... Listening and at the same time not.

Okay, maybe it's all crap. But hey! It's night time and I'm just relaxed. I can easily imagine Mr. TopHat taking a sip of tea on the roof of some fancy hotel. I can almost see Mr. Lone wandering the dark streets.

Anything can happen in the dark. Anything can come alive. Dead. Fat. Skinny. Ugly. Pretty...

Oh and about Mr. TopHat And Mr. Lone? They're people too. And in the dark, they can be real. Like you. Like me. Like paper.

-Poppy