Happily ever after! That was a familiar phrase to Fuchsia -- after all, most of her favorite stories ended that way. Although as she sat down at her writing desk to respond to the Journal prompt, she started to realize that the request was a little more complicated than it seemed at first blush.

Describe what your "Happily Ever After" would be ( Read more... )

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What's the furthest away you've ever been from the place you were born/created? How did you get there? Why did you go? Did you return or even want to come back to where you came from?Fuchsia had a puzzled look on her face as she looked at the words at the top of the (otherwise) blank page of her journal. Usually the questions were shorter and more ( Read more... )

Fuchsia thought long and hard, when she saw the empty page of the Journal topped by the request, "Describe your funniest childhood memory". Childhood was the time before Titus. Before Steerpike too (since both Titus and Steerpike had entered her life at approximately the same time), at that. Back when she was the only Child of Groan (although not a ( Read more... )

The question that Fuchsia saw inscribed on the blank page of her journal caused her to pause, and mentally think down a list of things that she was not. Finally she decided that she might as well write down her thoughts, lest she forget them, since the Journal wanted to know anyway.

( What makes an Anti-Fuchsia? )

At the door of Steerpike's office came a tenative knocking sound, which turned out to be a servant dressed in livery that showed he was one of the Countess' servants. "Your Lordship," he said with the most formal bearing he could, for his young years. "Your Lordship, your Lady asks that you attend her in your quarters. If it is not an impossible ( Read more... )

Reflect on the past year in your life. Did you have children? Did you find 'God', forsake God? Did you marry? Break up? What was this past year like in your life?

Fuchsia looked at the question on the page thoughtfully. An awful lot had happened to her, but most of it was already recorded in the journal to begin with. Still, she took up her pen ( Read more... )

It was a sunny day outside, and for once Fuchsia was not feeling queasy (as she had quite often, in the last few months). "Miranda," the Countess therefore said to her secretary, "I don't want to sit about this morning. I want to do something! Anything! What is up on my list to do ( Read more... )

( What are your religious beliefs? )

It had been nigh on two months since Fuchsia had last responded to the questions that magically appeared in the leather-bound Journal in her boudoir; indeed, she had locked the book in the bottom drawer of her writing desk, after fears that a meeting similar to the one she had with ripley_8 might happen again. And yet as months drew on longer and longer ( Read more... )