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Ever After

Dec 20 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

Jane’s gown that evening was as soft as the newest day, as gentle as the moon, and as shimmering as the stars. It suited her very well, and within it she shone. She could feel many eyes on her as she ascended the staircase to the ballroom. Her usual clothing was grey as mist and so difficult to see that she became invisible in it, and she was unused to this attention, so she pretended she was alone. She was a very delicate person and she felt that the gazes would crush her if she noticed them, so she did not notice them. She made herself straight and strong.

She was surprised when the prince asked her to dance. But it had not mattered to her who she came to dance with, only that she wanted to dance. She wanted to have her perfect evening. It would be the perfect time of her life. As she had been warm dozing on the hearth over the years she had thought that some people are allowed one perfect time in their lives. Many lives were a sequence of such moments, she realised. But for some people, like her, there would be only one chance, to shine with pure being, whether others saw it or not, and she knew that it would one day come to her. As the prince guided her to the floor, she noticed that he was kind; there was nothing in his hand or eye or voice that was designed to harm her. He was strong enough to kill her with his grasp if he chose to, without any trouble, but she knew that he would never approach her with violence.

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The Sandman

Dec 11 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

“He went even so far as to say, that it is foolish to think that we do any thing in art and science according to our own self-acting will, for the inspiration which alone enables us to produce any thing, does not proceed from within ourselves, but is the effect of a higher principle without.” – E T A Hoffman, “The Sandman”

It was a big day for us all because JANE was walking for the first time and we were going to be in the same show after her. It was a great honour to walk alongside this very special talent, whose star had risen so quickly only by the strength of her editorial work for just a single high-end but small atelier. The photographs of her performances had been reproduced all over the world. Mr. Coppelius, the little hairy-fisted director of that studio, accompanied her wherever she was seen, along with photographers and stylists and sometimes a brand administrator or executive. And it was not at events that she was seen, but only ever strolling the streets of Paris or New York or Milan and being photographed in the most thrilling couture.

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little luxuries

Dec 09 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

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the pied piper

Dec 08 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

In the desperation of the rat plague, a young creature was brought before the town council, and introduced by the secretary as the piper. “What are you supposed to do?” asked the mayor.

The piper was a fragile fool shrouded amidst a faded pied rag, with long skinny limbs sticking out that the mayor could have snapped over his knee. It had flawless pale eyes like clear pools of fresh water, too wide apart and too large, barely submerged in the shallows of a bulbous skull. In a more reasonable cranium those luminous orbs might project a mesmerising beauty, but in the skull of The Piper, amongst dirty smears, they represented the gaze of an imbecile. Its hair was raggedly chopped and between the tufts peeked a few scabs.

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wrong way

Dec 04 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

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My White Gloves

Dec 04 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

To guard defendant a Ms. Jane Jones. As at the dock the defendant surrounded with her counsel and I’m looking on at her as it pleases me to do so. A very well presented lady in her middle years, an attractive woman and probably a murderer. Women like that knows how to get others to do something without raising a finger.

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