she spends her days dreaming at the bottom of blue lit waters. some days one or another of her sisters will braid her hair with pearls and the bodies of still living anemones. on other days she will do the same to her, or they will search for shells they like or explore the wrecks of old ships, but only if they feel daring... something about the bones of the old, dead ships makes you feel as if they could collapse and fall on top of you at any minute.

yesterday there was some guy hitting on me over im, doing quite well actually, until he brought out that word as a pet name... see you soon, princess. i tried to explain to him, that's not me, it can't be, and he insisted i would be his princess, so i won't be talking to him anymore.

Once, not so very long ago, there was a crowded street in a crowded city where many people lived so close together that their houses were connected, there lived a little boy and a little girl. the boy was called jack, the girl rin. although rin was three years older, the two were always together: on school mornings jack would crawl through his rooftop window and use a screwdriver to open the latch on on the top window of the greenhouse where rin and her mother lived with the flowers.

This is my project for national novel writing month ( http://nanowrimo.org for details), which will be posted on su as a serial as i write it on my phone. it is a faerie tale as well as a love story, and you won't believe me, but i swear that every word is true.
one: which treats of a looking-glass, and the fragments

i'm hungry, small, and waiting waiting oh so patiently waiting in my too much lipstick to try to apply for a job i don't really want at a mcdonald's resteraunt because something is still better than nothing, after all... i am reading the fairy tales at the end of the book crouched on something mechanical that pokes me through it's black leather covering and is meant to be a chair. snow white.

i am considering writing something based on the myth of persephone. i'd like to have her go with hades on purpose, because she wanted to, or to not have a hades at all. there are some older versions of the myth where she wasn't anyone's bride, she simply couldn't stay at home and be spoiled by her mother forever, and she saw that the people in the underworld were suffering and chose to stay there of her own free will to give comfort to the dead.