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 Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 3:24 pm
"Welcome, one and all! Come and see the show, amazing and astounding sights await you just beyond my curtain! But do not go lightly, for this is not for the faint of heart!" I hear the barker yell through the thick red velvet. I roll my eyes and sigh silently. I had heard his speech a thousand times over, maybe more. It was starting to get old by now, and what with all the time I have alone, I'd written up a new spiel for him to call the tourists in. It was brilliant, in my opinion. Gorgeous adjectives, well-constructed sentences, it had it all. He would never listen, though, not that I ever tried to say anything.
I poke absentmindedly with my pinky finger at a gold tassel that dangles near my hand and watch it swing. Oh, how I wish I could be a little girl again, living with my parents, dancing, laughing. But my life is at the carnival now. I had tried to have a different life. Oh, how I had tried. But it seems as though people don't want girls like me working in their shops, their offices, their restaurants. And the cruelty in their eyes when they turned me away, the hate, the fear. It was something I would carry on my shoulders my whole life.
The curtains at the front of the tent begin to swish, and I hear chatter as a group, maybe seven or eight from the sound of it, walks in. Maes, the man who takes them through, begins to speak, introducing the first act.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the first attraction… Marcoh the Wolf Boy!" he cries. A few shouts of surprised and oohing and aahing follow, as well as the click of camera shutters. I always felt bad for Marcoh. He was one of the few who was born with a tail, and, being born in a poor country, the doctors had no idea what to do, so he ended up keeping the thing. I try to shake my head sorrowfully when I hear the group move on to the next act.
"And here we have the stupendous Belinda the Blue!" Maes yells, introducing Bell. I hear a satisfying 'WHUMP!' as someone faints. More screams and more clicks, though. Bell is a good friend of mine, and perfectly normal, aside from the fact that she has blue skin, of course. When she'd been younger, she had heart and anxiety issues, and was prescribed silver nitrate, now known as a poison. The side effects caused her skin to turn an irreversible grey-blue, and most shied away because of it, trying not to know the sweet person beneath it. Maes begins to lead the people further in, and I straighten up in my chair as best as I can, smiling wide.
"Now, folks, this one's a bit hard to look at. Those with heart problems are cautioned to stay back! Now, without further ado, I give you… Sadie, the Girl Frozen in Her Own Skin!" Maes calls as he leads the group in. I watch them look me over with wide eyes. My immobile legs. Arms barely able to move, odd structures creating hills and valleys under my skin. This time, three people faint at once- a new personal best! Of course, there are cameras a-clicking, stares, and laughter. I try to maintain a fake smile, letting it reach the corners of my eyes. Or, at least, I try to let it.
Now that I've told you the stories of the two that came before me, I expect you'll want to know mine. I was born with a condition that causes my body to malfunction. No one knows how to prevent or stop it. This condition causes the muscles in my body to become bone. In a word, I am frozen, trapped inside a second skeleton until the bone overtakes my lungs and I suffocate. My arms and legs are sadly misshapen into strange angles, and I can barely walk anymore. I only have a few years left, I'm told. Why spend that time being gawked at, you may ask. Well, I might reply, there really aren't too many other options for a girl frozen in her own skin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:14 pm
Non-Alcoholic Mint Juleps "Welcome, one and all! Come and see the show, amazing and astounding sights await you just beyond my curtain! But do not go lightly, for this is not for the faint of heart ," I hear the barker , Maes, yell through the thick red velvet. I roll my eyes and [1] sigh silently. I 've had heard his speech a thousand times over, maybe more. It was starting to get old by now, and what with all the time I have alone, I 'd had written up a new spiel for him to call the tourists in. It 's was brilliant, in my opinion. Gorgeous adjectives, well-constructed sentences : it had has it all. [2] He would never listen, though, not that I ever tried to say anything. [3] I poke absentmindedly with my pinky finger at a gold tassel that dangles near my hand and watch it swing. [4] Oh, how I wish I could be a little girl again, living with my parents, dancing, laughing. But my life is at the carnival now. I had tried to have a different life. Oh, how I had tried. But it seems as though people don't want girls like me working in their shops, their offices, their restaurants. And the cruelty in their eyes when they turned me away, the hate, the fear. It was is something I would will carry on my shoulders have to deal with my whole life. The curtains at the front of the tent begin to swish, and I hear the chatter as of a group , - maybe seven or eight from the sound of it - , walk s in. Maes , the man who takes them through, begins to speak, introducing the first act. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the first attraction… Marcoh the Wolf Boy!" he cries. A few shouts of surprised and oohing and aahing follow, as well as the click of camera shutters. I always felt bad for Marcoh. [5] He was one of the few who was born with a tail, and, being born in a poor country, the doctors had no idea what to do, so he ended up keeping the thing. I [6] try to shake my head sorrowfully when I hear the group move on to the next act. "And here we have the stupendous Belinda the Blue!" Maes yells, introducing Bell. I hear a satisfying 'WHUMP!' as someone faints. More screams and more clicks, though. Bell is a good friend of mine, and perfectly normal, aside from the fact that she has blue skin, of course. When she'd been younger, she had heart and anxiety issues, and was prescribed silver nitrate, now known as a poison. The side effects caused her skin to turn an irreversible grey-blue, and most shied away because of it, trying not to know avoiding the sweet person beneath it. Maes begins to lead the people further in, and I straighten up in my chair as best as I can, smiling wide. "Now, folks, this one's a bit hard to look at. Those with heart problems are cautioned to stay back! Now, without further ado, I give you… Sadie, the Girl Frozen in Her Own Skin!" Maes calls as he leads the group in. I watch them look me over with wide eyes. My immobile legs. [7] Arms barely able to move, odd structures creating [8] hills and valleys under my skin. This time, three people faint at once - a new personal best! Of course, there are Cameras continue a-clicking, stares, and laughter amongst the many noises. I try to maintain a fake smile, letting it reach the corners of my eyes. Or, at least, I try to let it. Now that I've told you the stories of the two that came before me, I expect you'll want to know mine. I was born with a condition that causes my body to malfunction. No one knows how to prevent or stop it. This condition causes the muscles in my body to become bone. In a word, I am frozen, trapped inside a second skeleton until the bone overtakes my lungs and I suffocate. My arms and legs are sadly misshapen into strange angles, and I can barely walk anymore. I only have a few years left, I'm told. Why spend that time being gawked at, you may ask. Well, I might reply, there really aren't too many other options for a girl frozen in her own skin. Get ready for me to tear this thing into pieces 4laugh .
1. You can't sigh silently. It's a noise you make.
2. How would he listen if she never tried to say anything anyway?
3. She can use her pinky in #3 but in #8 she's immobile.
4. If she was always deformed, being born with the condition, how could she be that happy back then? Wouldn't she also be immobile? Or nearly immobile?
5. What do you mean one of the few? That's not supposed to happen at all.
6. How can you not succeed at shaking your head sorrowfully? I would think that you can do that. And why after they move on to the next act? It's not like they can see you anyway, right?
7. With #3
8. What kind of structures? What do you mean hills and valleys?
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Non-Alcoholic Mint Juleps
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 1:09 pm
ColorfulCrayonsOfContent Non-Alcoholic Mint Juleps "Welcome, one and all! Come and see the show, amazing and astounding sights await you just beyond my curtain! But do not go lightly, for this is not for the faint of heart ," I hear the barker , Maes, yell through the thick red velvet. I roll my eyes and [1] sigh silently. I 've had heard his speech a thousand times over, maybe more. It was starting to get old by now, and what with all the time I have alone, I 'd had written up a new spiel for him to call the tourists in. It 's was brilliant, in my opinion. Gorgeous adjectives, well-constructed sentences : it had has it all. [2] He would never listen, though, not that I ever tried to say anything. [3] I poke absentmindedly with my pinky finger at a gold tassel that dangles near my hand and watch it swing. [4] Oh, how I wish I could be a little girl again, living with my parents, dancing, laughing. But my life is at the carnival now. I had tried to have a different life. Oh, how I had tried. But it seems as though people don't want girls like me working in their shops, their offices, their restaurants. And the cruelty in their eyes when they turned me away, the hate, the fear. It was is something I would will carry on my shoulders have to deal with my whole life. The curtains at the front of the tent begin to swish, and I hear the chatter as of a group , - maybe seven or eight from the sound of it - , walk s in. Maes , the man who takes them through, begins to speak, introducing the first act. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the first attraction… Marcoh the Wolf Boy!" he cries. A few shouts of surprised and oohing and aahing follow, as well as the click of camera shutters. I always felt bad for Marcoh. [5] He was one of the few who was born with a tail, and, being born in a poor country, the doctors had no idea what to do, so he ended up keeping the thing. I [6] try to shake my head sorrowfully when I hear the group move on to the next act. "And here we have the stupendous Belinda the Blue!" Maes yells, introducing Bell. I hear a satisfying 'WHUMP!' as someone faints. More screams and more clicks, though. Bell is a good friend of mine, and perfectly normal, aside from the fact that she has blue skin, of course. When she'd been younger, she had heart and anxiety issues, and was prescribed silver nitrate, now known as a poison. The side effects caused her skin to turn an irreversible grey-blue, and most shied away because of it, trying not to know avoiding the sweet person beneath it. Maes begins to lead the people further in, and I straighten up in my chair as best as I can, smiling wide. "Now, folks, this one's a bit hard to look at. Those with heart problems are cautioned to stay back! Now, without further ado, I give you… Sadie, the Girl Frozen in Her Own Skin!" Maes calls as he leads the group in. I watch them look me over with wide eyes. My immobile legs. [7] Arms barely able to move, odd structures creating [8] hills and valleys under my skin. This time, three people faint at once - a new personal best! Of course, there are Cameras continue a-clicking, stares, and laughter amongst the many noises. I try to maintain a fake smile, letting it reach the corners of my eyes. Or, at least, I try to let it. Now that I've told you the stories of the two that came before me, I expect you'll want to know mine. I was born with a condition that causes my body to malfunction. No one knows how to prevent or stop it. This condition causes the muscles in my body to become bone. In a word, I am frozen, trapped inside a second skeleton until the bone overtakes my lungs and I suffocate. My arms and legs are sadly misshapen into strange angles, and I can barely walk anymore. I only have a few years left, I'm told. Why spend that time being gawked at, you may ask. Well, I might reply, there really aren't too many other options for a girl frozen in her own skin.
1. You can't sigh silently. It's a noise you make.
2. How would he listen if she never tried to say anything anyway?
3. She can use her pinky in #3 but in #8 she's immobile.
4. If she was always deformed, being born with the condition, how could she be that happy back then? Wouldn't she also be immobile? Or nearly immobile?
5. What do you mean one of the few? That's not supposed to happen at all.
6. How can you not succeed at shaking your head sorrowfully? I would think that you can do that. And why after they move on to the next act? It's not like they can see you anyway, right?
7. With #3
8. What kind of structures? What do you mean hills and valleys?1. Got it. 2. I dunno. XD 3. She's not totally immobile. 4. The disease is something you are born with, but it doesn't start altering your bone structure until after you have been around a couple years, and even then it works fairly slowly. 5. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tail#Human_tails 6. /As/ they are moving on. 7. This is not a sentence. 8. It looks like this (warning: if you're squeamish, don't click the link): http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://fogabc.hu/images/upload/FOP.jpg&imgrefurl=http://classblogmeister.com/blog.php?user_id=7662&blogger_id=332305&usg=__i0LsKqS8GT1tkr3lsuCB0CDnsLM=&h=417&w=267&sz=15&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=0mFq68m4lJzkrM:&tbnh=134&tbnw=86&ei=x-B7TYrgK8XUgAet9anaBw&prev=/images?q=fibrodysplasia+ossificans+progressiva&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&rlz=1I7SNNT_enUS409US409&biw=1345&bih=583&tbs=isch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=61&oei=o-B7TaDVO4mOrgG34p3FBg&page=1&ndsp=25&ved=1t:429,r:11,s:0&tx=55&ty=56 Thank you for your criticism. ^^
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 3:46 pm
Welcome heart *w*
And also, I went to click on the link that would show the "hills and valleys" but all I got was a picture of a calculator lol
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