November 2015




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Feb. 24th, 2015


[public, as Red]

This isn't what I asked for!

Feb. 14th, 2015


Wish Granted: Red Riding Hood

[The girl who wanted a head gets a head. Or, more specifically, a bust of her dear Cupid on the mantle above her hearth. Life sized and made from what looks like white marble, the only blemish is a small spot bisecting the lower lip - a tiny speck of blood.]

Feb. 5th, 2015


Red Riding Hood

Tell me there is another name I might call you by.

Jan. 31st, 2015


Oh so public - as per usual.

Now, if we can just take a break from the self loathing, abandonment issues, homicidal tendencies, and the broken hearts club for a tiny second and bring it back to my point about fairy tales...

Everyone's hearts are a little dark, a little charred I guess you could say. I don't think you'd all want to just sit back and let the worlds call you wicked. You all deserve to live happily ever after, there's more wicked here than there is good and there's more want here than there is anywhere else too. More desire, and passion, and horror. What does Snow White have that you don't have? I'll tell you. Snow White doesn't have [...] life experience. She was a sheltered little shit, you know. Nosy, bossy. An only child. And a princess.

But sweet in her own way. I took a shine to her right away. But her father not so much, he was old, I was a teenager, what did I want with that? I was in love already. Passionately. Forbidden love. All I wanted in the world was to marry my stable boy and live happily ever after. But no. I was, instead, forced to marry the King, become a mother to a child that wasn't mine. And when I went to tell my lover that I couldn't see him anymore Snow White overheard us and TOLD MY MOTHER WHAT SHE HAD SEEN.

Well. Imagine how well that went. And what happened to my lover.

So. There you go, there are two sides to every story, and I'm sure there are even more than that. One day I'll introduce you to my huntsman, he has a tale to tell of his own. And a heart as black as the rest of ours.

So. While I don't think half of you even know what you want, or what your deepest desire actually is. I do hope you get it. Before you kill each other.

Jan. 29th, 2015


public, by Red

[She had been watching the pages of the book fill with words for days but only now seriously contemplated if, and how, she would approach it. Ink drops on the pages as she tries for wit. She fails.]

So this talks.