Invisible...

 A day for turning the invisible into reality... come on, we've got this!

Invisibility isn't always a choice, sometimes it's thrust upon us... but, not in her case.

She wants invisibility. She's craved it for as long as she can remember.  She needs to melt into the background. Her intentions, never honourable, her mindset itched, and irritated the whole of her being. Her hands commit the most heinous crimes... her brain invents them. Come hurry, she has things to do.

Invisibility is perfect for her.

The problem is... the things she does are not good, they're bad... real bad.  She needs an invisible veil to hide behind because nobody, and I mean nobody, must see what she gets up to.

Do not put yourself on her radar... never initiate eye contact, keep your distance and definitely, never, ever, smile in her direction. 

MJ Ewen

The Bridge...

There is a bridge.... You know the one.

In its width, it holds 3 narrow planks. In its length, lies forever. To walk on it you have to hold on to the sides because if you don't, you'll fall.  It's shaky. It's dangerous.  But my love, you like danger, you live a dangerous life, don't you?  The bridge is in the contract... its ok, don't look so concerned, just know it requires me to cross with you.  

I'm a good person but you drained me. 
I wanted nothing but the best for you, for me, for us. 

Your life wasn't what I thought it would be. So whilst we wait for the inevitable, please tell me why you loved me so hard, or at least why you pretended to love me? 

You took everything. 

I'm a shell of the woman you met. 

You stole my kindness, my goodness, my heart, and my life. 

But listen to this you heartless, despicable excuse for a human-being,  I'm going to make sure you never do to anyone else what you did to me.  You'll never love another,  you won't ever be able to pretend to love. You'll never live that life. I'm going to kill everything about you. You think you've eliminated me, but all you did was start a process as you disposed off my body.  I laugh, because all along you had no idea what you were dealing with. It's people like you who need teaching a lesson, and once I knew what you were up-to, I made a pact. 

Oh how my heart died a thousand times, as I fought off your dirty intentions. You'll never know the love you could have received.

It's a shame, but I'm going to kill you.

With your death a light will ignite. It will right the wrongs you did to me, and the world... so you see, there really are good people. We have our own laws and they correspond to all that's right.

Come nearer... no closer, I need you to see me.  Come see what you've turned me into, here, in this seedy world of your darkness... you stripped me bare.  A lovely girl who was already battered and bruised... a girl who dreamed of her forever love. 

Did it feel good when you defiled me, and when you throttled me after, did that help? and when you cut me, did that do something for you that no one else could? 

My god, I couldn't believe it when the the world lit up as the blood drained from my body... it was warm, sweet and sticky, the light grew brighter, but as the door you unlatched to my soul flew open, out I strode.

You were too busy dissecting other parts of me to know I stood right behind you, watching, waiting.   

Tears escaped for the beautiful girl you killed,  but no worries as my smile widened for the creature you borned. You had no idea what you'd done... I knew you would never be rid of me, you'd beg, and plead, but it would never matter... I was yours now, for all eternity, our contract, signed... this was the punishment for your repeated, horrendous crimes. 

The incredible thing is, you were dying before I'd even done the deed.

MJ Ewen 

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Her Darkness...

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To look, you wouldn’t think she had a dark mind. But she has…

Over the years, darkness had collected pockets of light and mercifully this was her salvation, her enlightenment, which usually turned out to be her get out of jail card. She always thought the journey would be filled with mist and overrun with negativity, but she was proved wrong when those pockets of light appeared. In each mysterious pocket, there lived a century of light, love, laughter and despite any darkness, there was a rich history. It turns out she had a billion topics to explore, a million journeys to live, with a thousand loves, to love.

She was luckier than most, and learned, not just from her own mistakes, she also learned from others. She deemed that responsible for the keys to her life, and she knew, those who touched her life were the locks that held her keys so snugly.

She used the dark for many things, her stories are endless... and I recall she told me several times that the dark can be scary, but I was to remember how it could also be comforting. 

 

MJ Ewen

Don't Tell Me What To Do...

 It's Saturday, my candle flickers, I'm drinking a Smoothie, my darling is working, and Frankie is by my feet...  

What a great day to do what I love best...  

I can't quite believe I completed Chapter 6 yesterday. It's not the longest chapter, but my plan was to keep it short, and not waffle around what happens to Alice Essie. Her story starts out beautiful, but gets unbelievably dark 

It doesn't matter where I go with this novel, Isabelle follows, like a stalker... She isn't the protagonist, but I see shes become the main stay. Well I guess we'll just have to see how Alma develops throughout the chapters, it's in the hands of that little voice inside my head, the content of which I would never try to predict. 

Isabelle, is determined to be, in the words of William Shakespeare, the be-all-and-end-all... Lets keep her on her toes, and give her something to go after. Lets give her a worthy opponent, lets show her that despite beginnings, there are beautiful people in the world, and those beautiful people don't need to be contaminated by those who are broken. 

Chapter 7 here I come... 

Have a wonderful weekend and whatever you do, enjoy, smile, and count your blessings. 

MJ Ewen

  

I Remember...

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The dark room, filled with cobwebs, was cold, ice hung from its windows, and as I lay frozen, wet and shivering on the floor, I felt disorientated. I Instantly became alert to the creaking door at the top of the stairs, initially it was being opened slowly, then suddenly, it flew open. She stood staring at me through the wooden grab-rail. Seeing I was awake, she flew down the steps, screaming, grabbed my wrists, and held on claw-like, as she roughly taped them together. Breathing heavy, and with a strange aroma about her, she glanced sideways, and that's when I noticed the plastic sheeting, lying on the floor. 

Terror filled my soul. I knew she was going to kill me. 

I began pleading for my life, and asked what was happening, who was she, and why was she doing this? 

I'll never forget her response, or the dull, dead, flat tone she used to answer. She simply said, 

"Because I can".

(A developing scene from my latest WIP, The Alma Essie Story)  

MJ Ewen