As an apology for not writing any new content these past days in my blogs I give you the first glimpse of the first two pages in Elijah’s chapter. Read it, share your opinions on it, and, yeah, share it, like it… follow the blog, possibly? and let us get debatable.
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Also be sure to read my two humble cents on her character dev.
The Starry Night lifts itself to endless mysteries of days gone in the sun. Inside the plane wanderers are left mouth-open; mouth-shot grieving about the glamour they yearn to possess once they become monuments of days of old. A peculiar case is seen sleeping in isle B16 unsettling with that restless beauty that we only witness in motion pictures. A hero-esque visage so perfect that one may cry tears of blood screaming envy. Perfect was her exterior, disturbed was her core but nobody knows, no, nobody cares. Beauty suppresses all sins however dire may they be. One might mistake her for a princess, one might mistake her for someone who needs saving from others and the truth cannot be any closer than the lie. She, true, was a queen amongst the living; she, true, was an upheaval of a case back when she was younger. Possessed with demons so unbecoming that her heart stopped beating all-together. Fear not she has been revived. Her eyes opened in quite the Romanesque way, her stained-glass-like figure withstood the test of time no matter frail she may be, no matter how sickening to the eye she may seem. She truly is an effervescent chimera that one dares not stare more that their spirit could endure.
So many bachelors may be tempted to become suitors yet their request for a hand colder than ice itself is restricted to failure. A soulless cadaver could never be promised to a pink-cheeked chum of a man. A lifeless body can only dare to dream of dreams that one day life itself will stop for their damned hollow viscera. She too had dreams of happily ever after, she too could have killed for a man senseless to her desires but she has awoken from this romantic slumber that both men and women stubbornly preserve. Life has its perks and she is dead focused on realizing what has been promised to her in her tender years. Yes she has wealth but wealth without inspiration is akin to death without peace of mind. A torture. Her happily ever after is therefore death with peace of mind and for that peace of mind to be potent she had to abandon her former life in all its glory, she had to pull her heavenly wings and throw them in the fires of failure, and offer herself to a life of pure gasoline with no comfort or love to her name. Akin to a phoenix she had to rise from ashes so dire because that is the only way seen-fit to her eyes where she could accomplish true living! Remainder of her past life should be disparaged by ogres and dragons and never returned to her until she is but a baby left in a world strange and opaque as she roams realm by realm.
She came to terms with her own-self longtime ago. When her ground sullied, and her brain broke. She took her anxiety onto the open roads where she became one with her mother. She glazed and she gleamed. She overcome her fears and created new ones. She screamed her ghouls out and she made way for others to haunt. Now she is happiest. A child could not be more joyful than this young girl in her twenties. So wise, so alive yet so beaten and so screwed-over. Her gluttonous way for freedom has left her up in the air. A dreamer was born from a pessimist. Is there anything more beautiful than that? She found hope, thus, she found qualm.
As she lay there sleeping, she was hasty to land in the unknown. She even snubbed all those who wanted to talk to her in fear of them spoiling her present. She wanted to remain a stranger all the way until she lands that is why she simply decided to sleep. A new book she yearned to write. A new start she yearned to leap in. A new Elijah she will become. A new destiny she shall write. It is all within her palms. A Husky of a girl she was, a Dolphin of a woman she has become. A smile suddenly forged in her porcelain-like skin fidgeting with those around her. Unsettled as they were they couldn’t help but find comfort in that little sign of humanity she cracked in her sleep causing the neighboring red-headed freckled child to shout in ecstasy “mom! The sleeping beauty has smiled, she is human after all” a boast of laughter has taken the plane by storm, the wide-eyed little rascal not knowing what to do decided to follow the varsity and let out that melodious half-in, half-out laugh that only children master. Unbothered, Elijah, now dubbed sleeping beauty, continued on with her slumber without opening a single eye-lid. Resumed her reverie. Resumed her train of thought.
Immersed in her world we find royal Blues, weeping Lilacs, sadistic Roses, and venomous Gazanias. This world consisted of beautiful paradoxes, cringe-worthy monsters, alien princesses in the dismal variety, and ferocious heroes. She was reborn, yes, but her secret garden became wide and voluminous ignoring any order, welcoming every anomaly because beauty is ephemeral and ugliness is ever-lasting. One may argue that her gallivant has forged a world of malice. One can conclude that a world of magnificence is not worth imagining but beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. We all were born individuals, we all are freaks, and we all see things oh so differently. Her world is inviting, innovative, rich, and curious. Opening doors to every idea conceivable for laws are abandoned and chaos is welcomed with open arms. If only people could see what lies beneath it all, we all would have been revealed with all the glories of our fucked-up minds and hers is no different from the rest. How comforting, right?