The time we have been waiting for. After sunset.I put on a purple dress, to help me be brave. I grew out of my favourite one - I grow out of everything so fast - but Mama got me a new one. It's meant to be for going to parties, but I won't be going to any more of them. But I don't want to think about that right now. It makes my stomach hurt ( Read more... )

Early JulyIt's such a bright warm day. I swing myself on the swing in the park. I'm big enough to do that now, I don't need Mama or Kent to push. And sometimes I like to be by myself these days. I've got a lot of things to think about. Sometimes I feel so sad and scared, but I push it down so Mama can't tell. I'm good at hiding things. Father ( Read more... )

Friday, June 1
Day 1461
The garden behind the WhitechapelI think that today I will stay in the garden. The sun is shining, and I can sit on the chaise longue with my shoes off and my feet up, and I have all of the books that I need with me - and the notebook for my project with Alice, too. I shall have to speak with her about that when she returns ( Read more... )

Sunday, 21 September
The Dormouse

Now our luck may have died and out love may
Be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put on your stockings cos the night's getting' cold
And maybe everything dies
That's a fact but maybe everything that dies
Some day comes back
Something curious happened. Not the ( Read more... )

Meanwhile... back in Excolo
The Dormouse

I am not sure how much time has passed... granted; I am not sure how time is passing. A year might have passed outside this house in the past hour, but I am not tempted to venture past these doors to see for myself. It is much safer in here, it must be ( Read more... )

Saturday, September 13th
The Market and park, early afternoon

Early fall is one of the best times of the year. The air is cooler, the apples are being harvested, the leaves are changing... it's the type of day where I cannot resist being outside. I dress Rose up in one of her new dresses, dropped off by Juliet Parson's mother a few days ago, and ( Read more... )

Sunday, August 31st
Outside the Dormouse, mid afternoonThe bee's twirl lazy circles around the rose bushes, and butterflies flit to and fro between the overblown flowers. It's a lovely day, really. The sky is blue, and the air is heavy with the smell of roses; but the breeze keeps it from being too cloying as I work. I methodically cut away the ( Read more... )

Wednesday, 20th August; afternoon

One week - one week and one thousand thousand thousand days since I
since I
I, I, I
opened one great
eye
and am
when before there was only we (in the darkwomb belly of Creation, we).

I AM
ἐγώ εἰμι(and there was a great cry in this my new Egypt.)

I have been to my Father's house, and touched his cock and cunt to receive my ( Read more... )

Wednesday August 13th
The Dormouse, morningIt wasn't the suddenly not being able to breathe that woke me... I woke before that. It was the humming, thrumming tension of a note held for a moment too long. As if a violinist was teasing that last note of music until you want to shout at them to finish the piece and release the tension of the music ( Read more... )

Saturday, July 31st
Late-afternoon, The MiskatonicScrew cooking it's too damn hot. Most of the customer's wanted iced tea's today, and kept to scones and salads and sandwhiches. Can't say I blamed them, good idea to have someone else do the cooking, actually ( Read more... )