Stories from behind closed doors

So many tales to tell

So many stories

There is a girl who is discovering life

And she wants to

Tell the world in her own way

So listen

And learn

Some of these things

Come from the Heart.

the continuation of the story...

~Shi-chan decided to carry on the story :D Here's what has happened so far ...

Happy? Ha! He bloomin' well wasn’t happy. He was fed up. Bored, Miserable and in rather a lot of pain; the feeling is best considered metaphorically as "a beached whale being stung by at least seven hundred and sixty nine bees." But why was he so fed up? Well, you would be in that whale’s position, you would belong in the sea where there are a lot less than 769 bees to sting you. However, that was just a metaphor, an analogy, a random thing to help you understand the feelings of our protagonist who, by the way, is called Eddie; short for Edward, objects to being abbreviated to Teddy because that is rather patronising. But, just what was it causing him such pain? It wasn’t seven hundred and sixty nine bees, but one polar bear. Confused? Me too. Why on earth was Eddy; a young lad of no more than 11, blonde hair, blue eyes, scrawny, not very tall, doing in the South Poll? This polar bear, named Frankie by the way, was confused… he looked different to what he thought polar bears should look like. “Do polar bears waddle?” “Do we have wings?”
“No,” said Eddie, “Because you are a penguin, now please stop prodding me with your “cute black nose” or mite I say BEAK!”
“Oh, sorry mate” said Frankie
Frakie had infact been standin on Eddie for around four and a half minutes, hence the brodom, and pecking Eddie's face for roughly 63% of this period of time, thus resulting in the disconfort of Eddie's face.
Just then, something terrible happened! Something so incredible, something so terrifying, something very scary…

The writer ran out of ideas, at which point Eddie and Frank started to melt away, getting brighter and brighter until the two of them, along with the whole of the South Poll, just disappeared and formed into a beautiful hanging cadence. Out of which a very large sign burst, saying “PLEASE CONTINUE THIS STORY BECAUSE MALLAK IS STUCK”

~AHA~

The cadence was, as it happens, an imperfect cadence in the key of C major - more accurately, the chords V and I, consisting of the notes G,B,D and C,E,G. Obviously, as the only beings capable of witnessing this were, at the moment, melting away in a pool of light that had the same consistency as a half-filled bowl of rice pudding left in a darkened room for three nights, it escaped their notice that the chord was unfinished. If they had been Mozart they would have rushed to find whatever means possible in order to complete the chord but, as one was a young lad of no more than 11, blonde hair, blue eyes, scrawny, not very tall and the other a rather confused penguin, it would be correct to assume that they were not Mozart and therefore had no objection to leaving the chord unfinished.
After a few minutes of hanging in the wake of the uncompleted chord, the sign began to feel very uncomfortable. Afraid to break the silence, it hung there, motionless and unable to do anything about the slow creeping of an itch appearing on the right of the letter K. Trembling, it tried to resist. It didnt work.
KADUNKEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
If signs could scream, that is the sound it would make. The silence shattered and the sign fell into the hole it had created, an unwitting victim of unintentional suicide due to falling-down-a-whole-of-unimaginable-shattered-silence. Shards of silence fell all over the ice, merging with the powdery snow and creating a substance not unlike vanilla icream with see-through wafers. The puddle of stodgy light lay bubbling on the ice next to the hole. Slowly it began to ever so gently
drip
drip
drip
Life was circulating in that puddle and, as the last of it slowly drained into the hole, a tiny conversation could be heard coming from somewhere inside a particularly stodgy lump.

"Teddy, where are we?"
"I'll have you know, Freddie, I object to my name being abbreviated to Teddy because that is rather patronising. If you would be so kind, get your cute black nose-beak out of my ear before I hit you."
"Sorry."
...
"Teddy, where are we?"
...
"I dont know."

~Wooooooh, I'll leave it up to you to decide what comes next ^^

Closed Doors Cannot Hold Her

It happened in the winter. The mask, her, it all happened in the winter. When I had to leave my life. There was a ball to celebrate the New Year. A ball where everyone wore beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin that rustled as they swept the dance floor, a ball where everyone wore a mask. There were many masks, all different colours of the spectrum, giving the owner the chance to momentarily forget the secrets that clutched at their hearts in the dead of night, making them cry out at the weight of the guilt. There was one mask for every dark secret kept by someone in the room. My father deemed it appropriate to show me to society on this one day – a wealthy husband, a beautiful housewife and a doting daughter. Me. A girl with sleek, straight black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. My shoulders. As I was lead down the stairs by Daddy, I once again sensed that he was scared of something, something he didn’t understand. Something massive.

“Behave today,” Daddy instructed me, avoiding my gaze. I could see his eyes darting from one side to the other, as if he was checking something. Or avoiding someone.
I sternly told her to behave as well. It was a safe place. Locked in my striking mask, there was nowhere safer. My masked safe was impregnable; many a burglar had tried to reveal its contents but had resulted in nothing but failure.

One other thing I remember is that everyone was drinking. The ceiling was covered in crystal chandeliers that were so pretty even the light couldn’t resist dancing on them. There was a boy, a boy with hair as golden as the sun and a mask that was intensely beautiful. He must have had many dark secrets. On the right side the navy mask had crystallised raindrops positioned all over the face, whilst the other was a vivid scarlet, plain and striking. An exquisite safe to hide an exquisite secret. Suddenly he was in front of me, taking my hand and leading the dance. I forgot about the evil hidden in my mask. The music reached a crescendo and we started twirling so fast the world was a blur. Suddenly we stopped moving. He stretched out his hand, a sneaky criminal merely using me to get to what he wanted. I shrank back. The safe door swung open – someone had cracked the code. She came out, tumbling and running. Evil was pouring out of the corners of my mask like smoke pouring out of a fire. A vast, destructive fire that takes pleasure in demolishing lives. The mask was removed and she was out. She took over. I surrendered.

And then it was over. I do not know whether she got bored and silently crawled back into the safe or whether policemen came and returned her to where she belonged. There was no one in sight; I was alone. The chandeliers lay broken on the floor, no more light dancing on their cracked panes. The tables were upturned – there were puddles of punch and desecrated cakes formed little islands in the chaos. I could feel the echo of panic that occurred as she made herself known. On the floor lay two masks. One was his mask, the innocent cause to this destruction. The colour was gradually deteriorating, the red dye merging with the blue until it was impossible to tell where one started and the other ended. The other was my mask, the feathers shredded and the porcelain cracked as if the prisoner had fought their way out of the prison to see the light of day again. I seized it, reinforcing the broken doors and filling the cracks. There was nowhere safer. Satisfied, I smiled. I slowly made my way through the destruction to the door. I turned around and smiled again, brushing my hand through my hair. She was asleep.

A letter from the other side of the wall - An introduction to her life

To the one I love,

I need you to know these things.

There are so many things that I want to tell you. So many feelings that I cant put into words.
First thing is Im sorry when I make mistakes. I make so many. They are small ones, you may not notice them, but I do and I worry. I dont mean to make them, but I am new to love. You have shown me love.

<3

Another thing, you are amazing. So amazing I cant find the words. You make me nervous around you, but it is not because I dont talk but becasue you amke me forget them. You are perfect, compared to me you are completely perfect.

<3
Honestly I am new to this, but I need you. I didnt know what love was, but I do now and I miss you when you are away. Sounds strange coming from me, I know, but its true. You, you are just so wondeful. How do I describe it? I know the words they use. Hot? Fit? Gorgeous? The dont suit you. The only one I can think of is Amazing. but its not very imaginitive.
<3

Now being away from you is a trial. But this is new and I mean what I say. Those three words may not mean much to some, but to say it out loud to you would mean so much more, to me it makes it real.

<3

I want to hold your hand. The sunshine is rising. It will happen soon.

The revolution will be over soon.
~Love you always xxx

Sakana