Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in kaythrin_rose's LiveJournal:

Monday, February 6th, 2006
12:59 pm	If the Shoe Fits...pt 1 Some say the Happily-Ever-After-ending is the only way to go. Some even argue that anyone can achieve a Happily-Ever-After-ending, no matter the circumstances of their present state; that it is, in fact, up to each individual to secure his or her Happily-Ever-After- ending, and those who do not live Happily Ever After are afflicted with such a life due to their own personal inadequacies. Now for those of you who agree with these, “some,” you may skip to the next story, ‘cuz this one ain’t for you. For the rest of you out there who understand the trials of adversity in merely surviving your adolescence, let alone pursuing some unrealistic goal of complete happiness totaling the rest of your adult years however short or overlong those might be, I feel your pain. As you read on, please, remember those continuous years of household frustration, social dejection, and abnormally-large front teeth, restraining you from joining any form of public entertainment save Fiergo’s Fiendish Freaks (a rather dubiously reputed carnival located on the outskirts of the kingdom), and spare me your harsh judgements until reaching the end of my tale. How to begin... Let me take a minute to describe to you the nature of my more tender years, beginning with the feelings of abandonment I carried as a child after my father ran off with our cook. Fortunately, carting all my late mother’s gold with them left no room for any household items and  set me up for life merely with the golden candelabras and gilded mirrors.  Unfortunately, I was left at the mercy of my stepmother and her two daughters, both spiteful, bitchy, spoiled, ugly, self-indulged, crude, clumsy, ridiculously stupid as well as painfully ignorant... Yes, well. It was nothing short of hell. After that most fateful and scandalous day, even the origin of my birth was called into question, and I began to float between the servants and nobles within the House, addressed as neither, used by both. In the following years, I was demeaned for my existence, not only as a charity case my stepmother now saw in me, but another bitter reminder of the “one who got away.” So, it was no great surprise I felt little or no hope at attaining my stepmother’s good graces.     (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 31st, 2005
6:39 pm	Will be back soon... The mysterious hair... Mysterious hair, how did you get there-- Bathed in my precious soup? With your color, I'll find, the culprit to bind, And drown them in oodles of goup. Mysterious hair, fine-meal of the Naire, Forgive me my lack of good taste. I'm afraid you can't stay in my pea-soup this way What a shame it must all go to waste. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005
9:03 am	Short story I'm working on actually finishing this story 'cuz it's finished in my head, I just need to buckle down my lazy ass and write it. Living a Dream Prologue: Mourning a Cowboy He had talked of his own past very little. I think he preferred to forget it. Perhaps that’s what brought us together. We weren’t really living. Not REALLY. He still lived in the past, and me...I searched for mine. The time we all spent together was a dream...a nightmare... we would never awake from. That was what made him so indestructible. He taught me so much; so much about giving. How many people had he reached out to in his lifetime...and...why? Why would anyone want to take that risk? The risk of getting hurt by someone else...because you were stupid enough to trust them with your life...your heart...your soul...? He never told me...and I don’t have any answers...not really... All I know is...I was cared for. Maybe it was one brief moment, but it was MY moment...and now it’s faded in the recesses of my memories...heh, what little ones I have left... God, what a mess. Jet can’t get over it. He just stands there, staring out at the stars...I think Jet loved Spike far more than I ever could. The most horrible thing about all this is that...I feel...so helpless... Should I have interfered? Would that have helped? Could I have saved them both? Shouldn’t I be dead too? I cheated death once...a long time ago... Oh, man. My face is numb now, the many tears I’ve cried burning out the feeling in my cheeks. And no matter how much I cry, it won’t bring him back. Is this what he felt like, watching Julia die? Somehow, I don’t believe my small love for him could ever compare to his...unfathomable love for her. Especially since I only realized that I loved him in that moment. In MY moment. No. It isn’t the same. That’s why it should have been me. Not Julia. Not Spike. Me. The only one who was already dead to begin with. Now I’m alone...As alone as I was before.... I remember a movie I once watched when I was very young. A movie about a girl who was swept up in a tornado and flew over a rainbow into a colorful land called Oz because she dreamed of finding a place where she better belonged; a place of dreams. A home. That girl is me. I am that girl. I went in search of my home as well. I looked for my family.... Never realized I’d been with them the whole time. Edd, Jet,...Spike...even Ein. I’d been living with my family for so long and never saw them. I traveled to my own Oz, a place as foreign as my dreams. Earth. The home I had long thought lost. When I finally reached my destination, I had simply traveled in a circle of empty conclusions...and I reacted just as the young girl did. All I wanted was to get back to my family. To see the people who had made for me a new home... Only, when I clicked the heels of my ruby slippers, I found that the family I had lived with was gone, dead, or lost in grief. I was so naive to think it would all end happily. I was weak to give in to my girlish hope... And I just can’t believe they’re gone... I wish...but wishing is for dreamers. And I have no dreams left. They all died with him... Just as I awoke. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 1st, 2005
11:10 am	Entry log, # 22409876 Er, hello. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Snow Patrol (1 Comment |Comment on this)