Hello everyone! c : I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've blogged but as many of you know I've been doing some traveling lately and we have about four days until Christmas..it's been busy. c ;
But one good thing about buisiness is that theres always something to blog about, it's just a matter of finding the time to do it.
And I promise I'll blog about my trip later on, but for now I have a few special things in mind and I can't wait to blog about Christmas ofcourse!
The Magic Mirror is a piece I wrote while in Florida a few weeks ago. The more I write the more I discover that good writing, the kind that makes people cry or laugh or swell up with pride, the kind that fills the best storybooks ever written, is very difficult to achieve. In fact, the inspiration that brings it, seems to set in whenever it feels like it, ( this particular time I happened o be in the shower c ; ) and leave whenever it pleases. Many times if I just ignore this inspiration, then I loose it. I know this sounds crazy but in my experience, it is true.
Whe I wrote this small peice of story my hair was still soking wet and I almost messed up the pages in my notebook because I was wet as well. But I got it down.
I've been told by many that I have a gift for writing. And while I'm not sure if it's true, I do know when I have written something good.
But I want to know what you think, so, read the little story that I have written below and tell me what you think. c ;
The Magic Mirror
"Why do you get so angry wih everyone?" The girl asked curiously. She looked at him as though he were a light hidden around the corner of some dark hallway, a light that she was searching for.
"I don't.." He answered offensively, then paused a moment. "...Do I?"
"Sometimes." She said hesitently. "But not to me, only some."
The boy looked down and away, his eyes searched the large room for an answer. He hesitated, his brow furrowed.
"I--I don't mean to be. Some people are just so...unkind." He looked back at the girl, hoping she would understand.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked, he nodded, holding her gaze. The two began to slowly walk forward.
"People are like mirrors." She gestured to the crowds around them. "They reflect whatever is around them, good or bad."
The boy looked around the room, his eyes keen, he was listening intently.
"But some people. Only some." She looked at him when she said this. " Are like magic mirrors."
"Magic?" The boy asked, a bit amused.
"Yes." She said. "Magic. Magic mirrors don't just reflect whats around them. They see whats around them, but reflect back only beauty, even when all anyone else sees is ugliness and distain. Because only magic mirrors have the power to draw beauty from the shadows and crevices where it hides, and bring it into the light.
And when people see themselves through these magic mirrors, they see beauty that almost isn't there. They see the good in themselves and believe in themselves again." She paused, the boy looked down thoughtfully. She stopped and looked right at him. "You are a magic mirror." He stopped and returned her gaze.
"Me?" He asked. She smiled and nodded her head, they began to walk again. "How do you know?" He asked.
"I can see it in your eyes," She said. "..you see beauty in everything." The boy looked down and, for the first time in a long while, he smiled.
