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one sees clearly only with the heart

what is essential is invisible to the eye

Jac elyn. The slightly deranged teenager getting ready for the zombie apocalypse, also addicted to sugary/sweet stuff and junk food. MLIA.
Longer profile & list of links.

Lifeline. / Sports Day / Lost, or just less found? / Preludes to the nights to come / It begins. / Decorated Soldiers / Keep your eyes set. / Meow. / Would you show / Selfish (draft 1?) /

The Prologue

Saturday, September 10, 2011

There was this girl, or rather, lady, whom I had met. Here is her story before I narrate ours.

Her story began on the solemn evening on 23rd of September, 5 days after a major witch-burning in a backward little town. It was mid-summer, but a stagnant chill cloaked the town. The clouds hung foreboding and low, til the townsfolk forgot the sun’s warmth.

She showed up, in nothing more than an oversized worn out coat, at the dusty doorstep of an unsuspecting lady, who fortunately fancied children (yet had none of her own, for she was widowed early). The lady saw the child, who had her hood up, casting a shadow on her face. The child’s stared wearily, shaking with fatigue. The lady would remember those eyes forever, for they were unusually large. Not only, one shone like citrine, the other of jade. She quickly took in the child, brought her up as her own, by the name of Valencia. It was a town with backward practices, but forward education.

Valencia grew up, with the passion for collecting mineral rocks and crystals. The oddity was, other than her foster mother, no one had seen her face, for she always had on a mask. No, not the paperbag-ish sort, sometimes the elaborate Victorian masquerade ones, sometimes simpler ones, but always covered her entire face (excluding eyes of course). Her first (and favourite) was one the old lady crafted for her, an azure one with silver accents. They gave her surreal eyes even more magic, as if she was a doll brought to life. She often had her burnt sienna hair in a French braid, and grew up as the petite, mineral-collecting masked lady. Her guardian was a seamstress of intellect, with her as an assistant, till she was too sick to sew, and sent then fourteen year-old on her way to the modern world, travelling to the city under the care of a friend.

She had little, a couple of masks and clothing pieces, her mineral collection and some cash, and was arranged a place in a city college, with peers a year older. Her past was crafted to be as such: she had lost her family in a fire as an infant, and her face was severely burnt.

No question asked, and that was the start of her new life.

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Draft 1 of a prologue of a new story I have in mind which I probably wont ever continue because I dont continue stories once I put them down. Anyway it sucks and I have no time and even when the story is done it'll just crumble into bits. It's mostly telling so far cuz well, it is the prologue... Real story-telling begins in the first chapter, which probably wont come into existence due to mentioned reasons.

I chose those eyes cuz they remind me of Fever Crumb (Phillip Reeve's character)

Anyway, time to let this collect dust in my computer. Maybe I'll get a title for it...

Maybe I'll link it up to the previous/abandoned story. Or I'll let both die in a corner -evil laugh-

I'm thinking of using Mark Haddon's style in The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time;

And model Valencia from Betty by Brooke Fraser.

On another note, my alchemical medicine book, less than 200 page book is pretty useless so far.

I realise the first 95 pages are dumb (alchemy theories/histories/stuff)

And the parts I want are the next less than 70 pages T.T (sciency stuff)

That was a damn waste of 20 bucks. (well, 19 something...)

Tian ar. I dont want to go back to sch on Monday. The week-long hols seemed so short;

Esp since I burnt half due to my sickness .___. To think of it, the yr passed pretty fast.

It's been so many months since April and I'm still feeling crappy about the whole thing.

Perhaps I'll drop out of the Creative Mentoring Program. Not them I'm attending any meetings;

The very sight of a meeting email makes me want to burn all my writings.

And perhaps drop out of FMC's MESS Ministry.

Damnit can I just live in a chemistry lab or something.

On the bright side I managed to convince my dad to bring me to Kinokuniya tmr. 20 bucks voucher :D

That can get me half a book.

one sees clearly only with the heart what is essential is invisible to the eye
Jac elyn. The slightly deranged teenager getting ready for the zombie apocalypse, also addicted to sugary/sweet stuff and junk food. MLIA. Longer profile & list of links.
Lifeline. / Sports Day / Lost, or just less found? / Preludes to the nights to come / It begins. / Decorated Soldiers / Keep your eyes set. / Meow. / Would you show / Selfish (draft 1?) /
The Prologue Saturday, September 10, 2011 There was this girl, or rather, lady, whom I had met. Here is her story before I narrate ours. Her story began on the solemn evening on 23rd of September, 5 days after a major witch-burning in a backward little town. It was mid-summer, but a stagnant chill cloaked the town. The clouds hung foreboding and low, til the townsfolk forgot the sun’s warmth. She showed up, in nothing more than an oversized worn out coat, at the dusty doorstep of an unsuspecting lady, who fortunately fancied children (yet had none of her own, for she was widowed early). The lady saw the child, who had her hood up, casting a shadow on her face. The child’s stared wearily, shaking with fatigue. The lady would remember those eyes forever, for they were unusually large. Not only, one shone like citrine, the other of jade. She quickly took in the child, brought her up as her own, by the name of Valencia. It was a town with backward practices, but forward education. Valencia grew up, with the passion for collecting mineral rocks and crystals. The oddity was, other than her foster mother, no one had seen her face, for she always had on a mask. No, not the paperbag-ish sort, sometimes the elaborate Victorian masquerade ones, sometimes simpler ones, but always covered her entire face (excluding eyes of course). Her first (and favourite) was one the old lady crafted for her, an azure one with silver accents. They gave her surreal eyes even more magic, as if she was a doll brought to life. She often had her burnt sienna hair in a French braid, and grew up as the petite, mineral-collecting masked lady. Her guardian was a seamstress of intellect, with her as an assistant, till she was too sick to sew, and sent then fourteen year-old on her way to the modern world, travelling to the city under the care of a friend. She had little, a couple of masks and clothing pieces, her mineral collection and some cash, and was arranged a place in a city college, with peers a year older. Her past was crafted to be as such: she had lost her family in a fire as an infant, and her face was severely burnt. No question asked, and that was the start of her new life. ----- Draft 1 of a prologue of a new story I have in mind which I probably wont ever continue because I dont continue stories once I put them down. Anyway it sucks and I have no time and even when the story is done it'll just crumble into bits. It's mostly telling so far cuz well, it is the prologue... Real story-telling begins in the first chapter, which probably wont come into existence due to mentioned reasons. I chose those eyes cuz they remind me of Fever Crumb (Phillip Reeve's character) Anyway, time to let this collect dust in my computer. Maybe I'll get a title for it... Maybe I'll link it up to the previous/abandoned story. Or I'll let both die in a corner -evil laugh- I'm thinking of using Mark Haddon's style in The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time; And model Valencia from Betty by Brooke Fraser. On another note, my alchemical medicine book, less than 200 page book is pretty useless so far. I realise the first 95 pages are dumb (alchemy theories/histories/stuff) And the parts I want are the next less than 70 pages T.T (sciency stuff) That was a damn waste of 20 bucks. (well, 19 something...) Tian ar. I dont want to go back to sch on Monday. The week-long hols seemed so short; Esp since I burnt half due to my sickness .___. To think of it, the yr passed pretty fast. It's been so many months since April and I'm still feeling crappy about the whole thing. Perhaps I'll drop out of the Creative Mentoring Program. Not them I'm attending any meetings; The very sight of a meeting email makes me want to burn all my writings. And perhaps drop out of FMC's MESS Ministry. Damnit can I just live in a chemistry lab or something. On the bright side I managed to convince my dad to bring me to Kinokuniya tmr. 20 bucks voucher :D That can get me half a book.