Thursday 24 March 2011

rewriten Beauty and The Beast

There was once a wealthy family, whom became poor. For the father went out every night gambling and drowning his sorrow for the loss of his wife. The two older sisters weren't any better example, for they also spent their share on drugs and alcohol. The only sensible one was the youngest Bella Donna.

One night, the father came home, having got lost in the forest and helped by a hairy stranger, who claimed he was very rich and would help the family get their wealth back. The hairy stranger Wolfram, failed to mention at the time, by getting their wealth back, one of his daughters had to get married to him.

Wolfram fell in love with Bella Donna, when he stayed for dinner and saw that she was the most prettiest, from the three daughters. After his meal with them, Wolfram said he had to go. However he didn't leave, he stayed in the garden and from behind the tree, watched Bella Donna in her room getting ready for bed. He was a strange man, a bit twisted in the mind, that might be since it was a full moon and he was mental at this time of the month, being a werewolf and all.

When the moon was at it's highest and Wolfram resembled a hairy man, with claws, fangs, a tail and pointy ears; He climbed the vines up to Bella Donna's balcony and snuck into her room. He found her sleeping upon a feathered mattress and lifted her gently into his arms.

She did not wake until they were at his castle. She really was a heavy sleeper, not only did she sleep through a kidnapping, she also weighed a tone. Which is surprising for she looked like a model.

When Bella Donna awoke, she screamed. She was surrounded by red rose, which she was allergic to. But also there was a man, if you could call him one, kneeling on one knee with a massive diamond ring.

She stayed in his castle, being kept there against her will. And in one day had learned many things about her Kidnapper, who now had lost the tail and ears, and was just hairy. He shared many of her hobbies, such as cooking. She was begging to fall in love with him, but her feelings changed as soon as she looked at his grotesque face.

Later that night she runaway. Nevertheless as soon as Bella Donna got home, her father made her go back to the castle again, after hearing her retell the story about the giant diamond ring.

When she and her father reached the gates to the castle, she realized she did love him, for he was a sweet man and his appearance wouldn't stop her to marry him. So you can guess how surprised and delighted she was to find him handsome, shaved and nicely groomed.

Bella Donna and Wolfram, lived happily ever after. Except the three days of the month, when there was a full moon.

Thursday 10 March 2011

Red Hair Colour

Which shade of red hair colour is the best...?



































copper red (bright or dark), amber, auburn, strawberry blonde, terracotta, berry red, mahogany, ginger, persimmon red, rich red tomato, cherry red, cinnamon red or cherry black...?
So many different colours, but which one is the best...
I died my hair cherry black last summer (Cheryl Cole's colour up there ^) and have wondered if I should die my hair again and what shade would it be.

Wednesday 9 March 2011

Surviving Scotland

The opaque sky and sea blend together, cloudy typical English weather, though we weren't in England we were on an island of the coast of Scotland. A survival course. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. I was dressed in several layers, jumper, coat, walking boots and a heavy rucksack of 80 Lt's. Plus I had to carry the pots and pans, my friends insisted.

I was tired, thirsty and as we approached a small clean flowing stream, I fell onto all fours, with my hands I scooped water up and brought it to my cracked lips.

In amongst the grass, bloodsucking ticks crawled around, waiting to touch bare flesh and sink their teeth in. They would swell into big balloons, before falling off or get the tweezer treatment, then they would be plucked.

As I bent down for more water, I noticed one of them making it's way up my exposed arm. Before it had the chance to attach, I flicked it off. They weren't the only vampire around here. There was also the mosquito, flying and biting everyone, in their wake.

Slate, shells and other stones crunched under our feet as we walked to the shore. The jade hills rolled to the edge of the coastline and far behind me, stretching endlessly.

Sunday 6 March 2011

HK, travel writing

On the ferry to Lamma Island, I leaned back in my chair. Remembering the sight of the silver buildings, towering over me, all lit in bright colours against the dark sky, reflecting in the inky water. It was busy there and people spoke in a language that sounded like gibberish to me. The most memorial thing was the touch of the humid summer.

The wind whipped my hair back and the waves crashed against the side of the boat, taking us further from Hong Kong and to where my father lived. I scoured the sea for dolphins, though they seemed to be hiding. It was my goal to see a dolphin jumping with the waves, but so far no luck.

When my family and I got of the ferry, the first thing to hit me was the stench. There was many restaurants on the island and nearly every one of them, had tanks of all sorts of fish outside, waiting to be chosen to be put on a plait. I never ate them, but favoured the ginger fried rice.

The pastel coloured houses sat scattered on the hill, over looking the sea. I wasn't to stay in one of those houses till a later date, for now I was going to my father's apartment, which lay past the village and in a woodier environment.

My father wrapped his arms around me and talked about all the adventures we'd have.


For my writing course under the theme travel piece.