Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Toxically Sweet)

They smell the sweet liquid waiting to be consumed. Their mouths water in gleeful anticipation to taste the substance in front of them. Closer they inch with a crazed look in their eyes.

Swarms of these little creatures gather to partake in this delicious feast. Their little bodies scramble around in excitement. They invite all their friends to join in the celebration.

The first one suddenly falls down – dead. All the others are still too busy consuming the toxically sweet fluid. They are entrapped by the pleasure of the unexpected feast.

More and more of their numbers drop dead, but the others can’t help themselves. They keep eating, pretending to be oblivious to the carcasses piling up around them. This strange liquid has vanquished their self-control and they continue to eat their death.

I watch this miniature display of murder and feel no remorse. They are just ants.

But even through their stupidity, there is something to be learned. In life, so many pick up destructive habits. We crave the sweet momentary pleasures, even if they will eventually cost us our life. We live to destroy ourselves and others.

We are sick.

This disease and corruption pumps through our veins and we don’t really care to fight it. We enjoy these horrible habits because of the momentary release, but we don’t realize these addictions entrap us. They won’t let us out of their cramped cages as long as we continue to hand the keys of freedom to them.

Take control of your life. Give your keys to the One who won’t hold the keys in front of our bound bodies, mocking us. He will give you the greatest freedom you could ever know, if you just let go.

Who is Miranda Clark? (Part One)

I quickly stole a glance of the launch codes. I know I wasn’t authorized to, but my curiosity overpowered my common sense and they were out in the open, begging for me to peek.

You may think my harmless glance was as innocent as I intended it to be, but there is one thing you don’t know about me. I am special. I am not talking about the kind of special nurturing mothers call their talentless children or the kind of special the outcast embody because they want an explanation for their loneliness. It’s nothing like that.

I am special because I have the ability to memorize just about anything with even the smallest of glimpses. This talent was particularly useful in my endless days of school. It helped me ace all my classes and I would have been the valedictorian of my high school class, if I could have made it that far.

Dawn Eve (from: Daisy in the Black Abyss)

Dawn Eve is an independent girl who hates to rely on others. She craves danger and adventure just for the pleasure of being able to get herself out of tough situations. She puts up a strong front, but on the inside she is very vulnerable.

Dawn has long, almost black hair that reaches her upper back. She has a slender face, nose, and lips. Her eyes are brown with gold flecks close to the center of the iris. She is of average height and build.

Strengths: Perseverance, Determination, Courageous, Decisive, Confident

Weaknesses: Impulsive, Rebellious, Stubborn, Completive, Not Trusting, Pessimist

Miranda Clark (from: Who is Miranda Clark?)

Miranda Clark isn’t your average girl. She has the ability to remember anything she has seen, even if she only glimpsed it for mere seconds. However, having this ability has forced her into a life filled with others testing her and dictating her every move.

Miranda has long dark brunette hair that falls in waves down to her waist. She has light brown eyes, flawless skin, and slightly buck front teeth. She has a wide smile that naturally forms despite her hardships. She is also tall (about 5’10’’) and slender.

Strengths: Adapts well to change, Intuitive, Sensitive, Devoted

Weaknesses: Not trusting, Timid, Insecure, Bitter towards captors

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Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Based On A True Story)

Her normally energetic disposition had morphed into a lethargic stupor. In pain, she couldn’t muster the strength to move. All she wanted was to give up and let the suffering end.

She was dear to me. I raised her and loved her as if she was my own. So when I witnessed the shift in her, I sprang into action. I took her to the doctor, worrying with every passing minute.

The prognosis wasn’t good.

Her kidneys were failing and couldn’t be saved. Toxins circulated through her blood and they were slowly poisoning her. Her organs were in the process of shutting down.

I stayed with her briefly and I whispered love into her ears. I begged for her life. I begged for the obvious reality to fade into a distant foggy mist. I begged for her to keep fighting. I begged for her to have just enough strength to win the battle for her fading life. I begged in vain.

She couldn’t even acknowledge me when I flooded her ears with my love. I gently touched her, wanted some slight reaction, but she barely moved. The shallow expansions of her lungs were her only visible movements.

Seeing her hanging on by a thread ignited the passion inside me to not give up. I couldn’t accept death was a viable option. I wouldn’t stop fighting, so how could she?

The next day I learned she hadn’t made it to the sunrise. She would be lost to me forever.

Pain pierced my heart and my resolve to stay strong shattered into trillions of pieces. I didn’t want to face the reality of the disaster that had transpired in only a few days, but, nonetheless, I couldn’t hold back my unending rush of tears. Broken apart, I didn’t know how I could ever move past the shock without going insane…

My mind was quick to deny the proof of what laid before me and that scared me the most. I had the ability to block out all the memories, act as if she could just be in another room. I could push the thoughts away and drift into a surreal world without pain.

But when I saw the shell of what was left of her, my mind couldn’t grasp what I glimpsed past the wall of tears. My eyes devoured every bit of her frail body, wishing it was just a cruel mirage, but I couldn’t deny the tangible proof. And then I did one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, say good-bye.

Daisy In The Black Abyss (Part One)

Trapped in this dark, dank room, I try to not give up hope for my survival. The black abyss surrounding me is so thick that I can’t even see an inch away from my face. Having my eyesight impaired, the tiny buds of fear begin to bloom in my chest.

My back is pressed against a cold, hard wall that sends shivers slithering up it. Blood oozes from my bound wrists and ankles. My toes and fingers have gone numb and they feel like icicles ready to fall off my limbs.

A distant pitter-patter of rain acts as my clock to gauge the slowly passing minutes. A puddle inches its way to caress my bound feet, but it continues to grow. The newly soaked pieces of my clothes seem to freeze against me. Uncontrollable shivers take over.

Warmth suddenly slips down my cheeks and I realize my plight has reduced me to tears, which only worsens my shaking. Fear for my life now burns in my veins and I let the blessed hope dissolve into the impenetrable darkness around me.

For the first time, I remember there is no one to come and save me. I pushed them all away, told them I never wanted to see their faces again.

With my death steadily approaching, I realize just how alone and vulnerable I truly am.