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 Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:36 pm
Entry Six
January 14, 3005
4:00pm
Ello ello, it is I teh Donnaness..I write to you now from the kitchen where all of the gang has gathered eager for the treat I've just pulled out, French Fries. Not much else has happened, but in light of me feeling better I thought this would be a good time to write as the food cools off.
It's odd seeing them all so excited, when in truth this is the first time for any of them...ah..hold on a sec I gotta get the food..
4:15pm
I'm here in the war, and I tell ya it's brutal! It's pure black as white white as black hell oh gravy!! *ahem* well..not really..but Chesh, Carvala, and Alice are all scuffling over the remaining french fries..It seems they like it well enough sweatdrop
Alice seemed to be winning, but Chesh summoned up his Evening Mist and poor Carvalla is sitting there looking dazed among the two who are mercillesly scrapping for the juicy treat..should I tell them there's more?...Naw..let um fight for a little then bring it out mrgreen
That's all for now! I'll update this later so hold on tight folks!..
Bye mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:41 pm
Entry Seven
January 17, 2005
7:51am
How time flies..one moment you're nothing but a innocent child..laying asleep in dark paradise...and all of the sudden you're eyes open for the very first time. That has how it's been with Chesh. Last night, my intended entry, went to nothing due to an 'illness' that had overcome the small dream.
That evening we'd just got back from the shop, a very sleepy Chesh dreaming away serenly in my arms, yet as I set him down and came back not two minutes later, he began to tremble in an almost violent manner. I believed he was only cold and nothing was amiss, so I covered him with my best mink blanket and cuddled close. This, however, had no effect and the poor creature seemed to let out the most horribly sad calls anyone had ever heard.
His siblings watched on, now allert at their brothers discomfort and all ready to help if they could, yet it was all I or anyone else could do but to stay with Chesh and help him through the storm of nightmares that plagued him.
All night we stayed that way, each in turn sitting upon the bay window sill for what seemed like hours until another would take our place, and morning was soon upon us.
As the first pure rays of molten gold cascaded over the very earth to awaken that which had been kept in the darkness for too long, a soft sort of melody struck up in my mind and I began to sing very quietly to Chesh .who had since stopped shaking quite so much, :
LaLaLu
LaLaLu
Little star sweeper,
I'll sweep the stars for you..
LaLaLu
LaLaLu
Soft fuzzy dreamer,
A Dream waits for you..
LaLaLu
LaLaLu..
As I sung on I reached out for a moment to intertwine my fingers into the silken fluff, yet..nothing was there? O_o..?! I looked down in a sort of panic, the icy claws of fear raking at me but then I could only stare dumbly at what was before me..
Chesh..he was..Awake! This had really been the first time he'd been awake quite so early, I half expected him to tell me 'No' for my singing but he seemed to be humming to the melody!
Ah what morning..the others are relieved to see Chesh healthy and dreaming in that sleepy sort of fluff, so am I for that matter, and I'm sure that we'll all never forget when those shimmering emeralds first took in each one of us in turn and Chesh said 'Good Morning'
From that point on he's been exploring all around him, every inch unsafe from those shimmering emerald pools that seemed to ripple just the same as mine when beholding the world anew..but this is where I leave it..farewell
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:42 pm
March 1, 2005
2:53pm
...The best place to start is, well, at the beginning; and when you come to the end, stop.
A wise hatter was once known to have said those very words and but an innocent teaparty had in days long passed. Joy and merryment were all that this curious but harmless hatter could surmise between he and the other two of his companions: a Doormouse, and a March Hare.
One day the happy three were visited by a curious creature, a slim figure of a growing young lady who's sweet smile and vibrant emerald eyes seemed to burn themselves into the Hatters mind. Was it merely her looks and charming nature? Or something Deeper?..No one seems to know that answer since both girl and hatter perrished.
Where is my place in all of this? Nowhere perhaps..but isn't Nowhere a reality all it's own from which I was spawned? Indeed.
You may wonder who I am, but if you do you really must be ignorant if such writings did not make it evident that it is the sole owner of this journal and my story. That of the Cheshire Dream himself.
Normally I stay hidden in the shaddows, only my vivid green eyes shining through the darkness of 'reality' to tell tale that I am not far behind such an omminous feature.
You ask what is my sorrow? All in good time my friends. But for now I will only relay small bits of the tale, shattered fragments of the nightmares, and frayed strands of the grand tappestry for your delight.
Taking now to the Hatter's advice, I shall start from the beginning of what is to be a series of curious events.
In the year of 1865 upon the British countryside and way, there lived a girl named Alice Marrie Carroll, born into a moderatley wealthy family of two children. Within this perfectly sane residance, Alice and her older sister (whos name is unknown) recieved lessons once a day for eight hours. Also in this mundane family, resided a small kitten who was commonly reffered to as Dinah.
Upon the month of July, Alice and sister (Who from whenceforth will be known as Margret) were permitted a holiday to spend upon the riverbank. This being a very peacefull place to reside for an evening or so, as it was bordered by a rather large field of wildflowers and whatnot.
But here my friends, Alice began her journey. On what would appear to be the last day of her holiday, this curious child had decided it well worth to lounge herself upon an oak tree who had taken a notion to be a few feet from the river, yet all the more closer to the field, to enjoy the warmth of a retreating July. As it was a very warm day, the heat made her sleepy and stupid, as most of us are when lounging in the cool way of a perfect summers afternoon, and she was inclined only to peer into the book Margret had come upon a few times before sliding down the trunk of the ancient oak to wade into the glorious flora.
Not a moment before she was miday between the bordering hedge and open air, The White Rabbit, Let us pause for a moment so I may explain. I reffer to him in this manner simply because his name was indeed, The White Rabbit. Why his parents had thought it a teribbly clever thing, no one shall ever come across, but that is indeed his name so let us get on with it. *Ahem* Anyways, The White Rabbit dashed very close by her, for earlier that morn he had been sent out by the Queen to deliver what was to be an invitation to the Duchess (more like a death sentance) to play Croquet. But the foold that he was had hardly realized that in withdrawing from the Forest of No Name, he had sumbled upon a rift between Nowhere, Earth, and Gaia.
Now, Dreams had not been discovered at this time, for the world was still pure in a way and the fabric of all life had only but a strand lose over the quilt that is the world. But now, as the need for us has arrissen to much greater heights, the rips have become greater resulting in what you see today.
Resuming the tidbit of story..The fool rabbit had gone into the still ignorant world, not realizing this until nearly being run over by a buggy (who was fortunate enough to avoid accident by it) in crossing what he had assumed the railway station, North of the Sea of Tears. Upon realizing this he was able to trot back at a good pace, but only happened to stumble upon the unrealizing Alice who had only been on her own. In letting himself be seen, Alice immedietly pursued, being a curious girl, and was transported to a world between worlds.
Now, a lesson. Alice was the only known human to survive the journey into such a place, or to have even found a way in for that matter, but as was later found, she was the first and only victim as well. Why, do you ask? Simple. Humans comprehension can only hold so much logic in the 10% granted to them of use, but the other 90% has yet to be unlocked, therefore unallowing them to take in such a vast ammount of 'nonsense'. This eventually drives the human mad, only for them to return to their previous home in a stark raving mad fit to perrish after lingering but for a few months.
Butthis is where I end for now, for I am well tired of this writing and the ink is seeping into my tail. Farewell for now. May you always be slower than No One, and Faster than Sorrow.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 2:43 pm
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