I remember trips to the "beauty parlor" with my Mom and my Grandma.
Yes, I remember "The Machine", and "The Beauty Parlor". My Mom, for a time use to take me, "a boy" to the "beauty parlor", where she and my Grandma went to get their hair "done", to get my hair "taken care of". This was before the time of unisex "hair salons". My Mom and my Gran would have things done to their hair, the last part was sitting under "The Machine", which they would emerge from under Transformed. I was never transformed my self however, never received a "make over", although I did dream of it.
The owner had taken to doing children's hair of either gender as side thing for more business. He also sold a variety items for women beyond the usual "beauty products", clothing, handbags accessorizes. I have had my hair washed and cut and have sat under the machine, yet I was never transformed. Going there would always bring at out and odd mixture of feelings in me, just a tiny bit of "boys don't belong here" but also some odd longings. I would watch everything being done, nails hair etc., and causally rummage a bit through the things for sale, supposedly out of boredom, affecting "a kids simple nosiness". All the while with strange images flashing through my brain, images of me with colored nails, pretty hair, and different cloths.
Not picking up my odd mix of feelings, my Mom and me Grandma, would of course talk to me and try to disarm "my fears" of "a boy in a beauty parlor". They would tell me, "I was just keeping them company", and when I had my hair done that, "It's just the same as going to a barber. A hair cut is a hair cut." And yes there was a bit of "boys don't belong here" in my thoughts because you can't help knowing that others may think you odd, but it wasn't a fear of "being girlish", it was a bit of something quite the opposite. I would watch, and finger the pretty things, and quietly dream, while pretending to be just bored little boy waiting for his Mom and his Gran. *sigh*
And so, I remember those trips with nostalgia, a longing from the not fulfilled, and long past passing thoughts of "if only" or "what if", still echoing through time to the present, "What if I had been offered the chance?"
And still I dream,
~Hypatia >i<
PS. So who thinks I should use this a a jump off(starting point) for a real story a fiction one that is?
"Normal": a non-rhyming poem of introspection!
( What is Normal? )
Normal?
What's Normal?
Normal is a myth?
Normal is everyone and no one.
Normal is an average of the most common.
Who wants to be common or average?
Normal is what others expect.
Be your self it's much more satisfying.
But what is common?
Being different is also "Normal",
for each individual is unique.
So Be Normal by being different, be your self.
So What IS Normal, being Abnormal is Normal.
Hell yes I am Normal,
because I am different then everyone else.
And so are you!
We are all normal, and each different.
So what are we all?
Normal!!!
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*/note: This was originally posted as a reply I made to a blog here.
Tales of "The Descendants of The Third Host of Heaven"
This is a "Fantasy Alternate Universe" where some who are not quite what they seem walk among us.
Definition of host: 1) army : 2) a great number, multitude
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Notes:
Please no objections on the religious aspects, this is Alternate World and a Fantasy, that is all it is meant to be. Although it is based on a concept from a legend that is, unofficial, apocryphal, mythological, background to the Judeo-Christian-Islamic religions (aka Abrahamic religions), with other things thrown in plus my own creations.
This is in part an expansion of a concept from some of my personal "Role Play" as "Hypatia" in the Virtual World know as "Second Life". A few of you here may have heard "Hypatia's"(SL Hypatia's) version of the origin legend.
(More notes to be added, possibly as it's own page/entry.)
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Ramblings:
This is a very ambitious project for me. I am not sure how far will get. Suggestions and advise welcome.
If anyone is interested, I may or may not throw this universe open after I outline things and get things rolling. If I do I reserve the name "Hypatia" for my own later use, her story will not be the first one.
"The Mythology of a World"
((warning: this is semi-spoilerish for the 'separate' stories that will follow but not really more so then the tags))
In the before times when the world was young and man was newly upon it, there arose a war in Heaven. A great host of Angels lead by Lucifer, the shinning one, the bringer of light, also called Venus rose up in rebellion against the rule of The Almighty for they were jealous of Hir younger children the creation called Man. But as Lucifer stormed the throne of Heaven to make hir demands or overthrow The Lord Hirself, there arose another great host to oppose hir lead by the Angel Michelle who loved hir Creator with fierce and valiant love. And so the two hosts raged against each other becoming all out war in the Heavens.
However the two great hosts did not account for all the residents of the heavens, there were those who did not take either side, some where afraid, other were torn feeling the jealousy but not wanting to oppose The Almighty, and there were also those who simply were fickle and could not make up there mind, or waited to see who would win. Slowly those not in the battle drew together for safety forming a third host of sorts yet they did not have a true leader and numbered less then a third of either of the other two hosts. As the two greater hosts battled Michelle called to those drawn apart "if you do not support The Almighty you too are in rebellion!" While Lucifer cried out to them "join us now or be destroyed too when we Triumph." Then one among the third host yelled out "Let us leave this place for Heaven is no longer a hospitable."
And the ragtag Third Host fled in disarray from Heaven, landing down upon the Earth, and then they waited.
So they waited, not yet knowing what fate they had chosen by their indecisiveness. For, in fullness of time many were destined to become know as the Fae, and others by other names at other times. Some of them and their descendants would be feared, and other worshiped, and often they would be dismissed as nothing but legend or myth. But they did not know this yet, they only knew that they had lost Heaven, and they were afraid.
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notes:
This is the beginnings of a new Universe. Sort of a teaser intro to the concept.
I decide to do the background mythology first before the first actual story(s) that I have in mind. A shorter much abbreviated version will be mentioned in the story(s) as a legend.
Please no objections on the religious aspects, this is alternate world and a fantasy, that is all it is meant to be. Although it is based on a concept from a legend that is, unofficial, apocryphal, mythological, background to the Judeo-Christian-Islamic religions (aka Abrahamic religions), with other things thrown in.
So, should I leave this origin/background story as just this little tidbit, or expand it a tad?
It will still be very short, even if I do expand it.
~Hypatia >i< ..:::
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temp link to the universe page until I organize it right: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book-page/61508/third-host
(a late night drabble, an unrhyming poem, a song from my heart)
i am but a dream
my own dream
what might be
what could be
maybe what will be
in some far off world
in some other dimension
in another time
in a place i do not yet know
with magic
with hope
with miracles
maybe i will exist
somehow
in someplace
at sometime
if only it could be
maybe it is possible
and some part of me still believes
and so still i dream
my own dream
my dream of me
i dream of hypatia >i<
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*Note:
This is sort of a test post,
Just for the hell of it, just to try out posting.
And because I was in a weird mood,
thinking of; possibilities & regrets & what ifs etc.
PS. I have no idea what I am doing.
"if only i had dared": a poem of introspection!
if only i had dared.
once, way back when, when the future was yet to be,
once, i had dream, a dream of me, and all that i would do,
a dream full of other dreams, and futures bright,
of wondrous things that i could see,
full of hope, of joy, of life,
wondrous visions that never really got to see the light.
but time did pass, as i hid away,
only to late, mourning each lost and wasted day.
so now i only dream of dreams gone past,
memories of visions, lost yet not forgotten,
hopes that did not seemed to last,
and wonder where the days have gone,
when dreams where things of days to come,
instead of thoughts of old visions past,
as my clock of life seems nearly done,
dreams, lost to time, to timidness, to fear,
memories of what might have been,
had i just dared to do, to live, to try,
so now i just dream of those futures past,
and old hopes, let slipped away, gone by(e),
and wonder about lost might-have-beens,
had i just dared to live my dreams,
and spread my wings and fly.
>i< ..:::
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{ Authors Note: Originally written between Xmas & New Years 2017, but not posted then. }