Freedom on Two Wheels, Prologue.This is not a tale of rebellion. I am no hero, nor am I any kind of demon. I do not buck the system, or at least that is not my purpose. I do not try to shake off the reins of those around me, frustrated at their lack of trust, or faith, or whatever it is that sets off the kids of today.Freedom on Two Wheels, Prologue. by HeadmistressMercedes
All of this, this entire story that I am sitting here telling you now, is simply that: a story. A story about me. Maybe you'll find it boring. Maybe you'll think me a stupid little upstart who has no direction or point in life.
You might very well be right.
But I feel like writing tonight. So I'll write, whether or not you sit through the whole thing.
This is just a tale. A tale about me.
Well, me and someone else. Someone who let me watch the world zip by at 100 clicks, but always made sure that every inch of it was sucked into my brain. A blur with definition, a smudge in detail. That was the world for me for 10 months.
That was my world. My world on a motorbike.
Elements Unending.There are no answers inscribedElements Unending. by HeadmistressMercedes
in the books written by sand and storm.
No way to stop the thunder,
no way to quell its form.
But in the same manner I once called you “friend,”
I can now move on, and forget you all over again.
Stellar SystemAnd I fall.Stellar System by HeadmistressMercedes
There is no other word for it,
It is a long and constant journey, where I know there is no end,
But I cannot recall the beginning.
There must have been one, and
the back of my brain is fuzzy with a memory, distant,
yet the length of this trip makes me think that
my lack of retention is nothing more than the
dizzying wind in my eyes blowing my past away.
And I fall.
There is no other word for it.
The cosmos look so pretty as streaking splatters of light,
all pink and green and glowing,
pinpoints of paint dragged on a needle's tip as I pass.
The universe is a finger painting from a ghost of my former self,
a girl that I no longer remember,
a history that will simmer in the stars without me.
I am not here for the shades of days gone by.
I have already passed by them.
And I fall.
There is no other word for it.
There are little clips of light that blind me,
a shard of ice or a slice of a life
that is no longer mine, and shall never be again.
And that's all right.
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield by copper9lives
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
TotW: Sweets -- also, news on Monthly ChallengeFirst, I should update the status on Monthly Challenge. I've been trying to get into contact with the admin who is in charge of Monthly Challenge. He isn't responding to any of my attempts to contact him. I have no idea what is going on, but I have a feeling he might not come back for a while.TotW: Sweets -- also, news on Monthly Challenge by Unseen-Writers
So, once again, I'm afraid that October's Challenge will remain unfinished, and there won't be a November Challenge. I really don't know if we'll have one for December.
To be honest (personally), I'm getting a little worried about him...
Now, to brighten up the mood, this week's Theme is "Sweets."
Sweet candy, sweet deals, sweet moments, oh so sweet love... and sugar. Everybody loves sweets, right? Sweet, sweet inspiration. What's your favorite kind of candy, literally or otherwise?
So writing about sweet things this week should be candy for your brain. An artist's best friend. Dip you pen in some chocolate and write something so sweet, it'll melt your heart.
Candy, creativity, and bright hopes,
You have entered the realm of The Headmistress. Be warned...if you are of sound mind and body...then I do not want you within my land's borders. Only the truly and wonderfully insane can grace my gardens.|
Within my palace walls, you shall find me, engaging myself in numerous artistic endeavours. I sit at my desk and carve out words upon pixelated stone, I use my shutterbox to capture images of the world around me, I take up my pens and ink and attempt to sketch what my brilliantly botched mind comes up with, and I take images from the outside world and attempt to manipulate them into works of art, using only the best software that I have yet to figure out.
If you cannot accept that which I love, here in my beloved land of Fan-Dôm, then you are not welcome. I have many sectors of this land that I live in and take part in. As of current, I am in the rebellion, fighting alongside those who flock under the sign of the Mockingjay. But I have also been taken by the likes of Sherlock, Harry Potter, Wallander, The Hobbit/LOTR, and many more.
I humbly thank my Vice-Queen, for her unending loyalty (and for my wonderful ID, which she made just for me!! ♥♥). She is my skulker in the Tumblr shadows to hunt out new and exciting news and gifs for me. In return, I grant her Maganderings in the form of words so that she may read them and enjoy the little ship we built and sailed together.
I am a fair and generous ruler. I enjoy speaking with my minions, my loyal subjects, as it gives me great pleasure. Do not be daunted by my title. Should you wish to speak to me, your request for an audience will not be refused. If, however, you should cross me...it might very well be the last thing you ever do.
The Headmistress has SPOKEN.
Current Residence: Nova Scotia, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, rock, new age, soundtracks...
MP3 player of choice: Green iPod Nano ♥
Wallpaper of choice: Only Lovers Left Alive manip
Favourite cartoon character: Duck Dodgers, Mike the TV (Reboot) The Untalkative Bunny, Gir (Invader Zim), Russell (Stickin' Around)
Personal Quote: IT IS PAYDAY.