Carrying Two Daggers at all times pt1 look up the meaning of Identity and it will say its a sense of self. All people have at least two identities, our social and our personal, we change these from who's around us, but what about our identities yet unknown to us... - The flickering light of smouldering ashes, emergency lighting and burnt out vehicles throw shadows waving and waltzing all around the young Lillian-Blakely as she holds the mans arm... severed, dripping, and leaving blood stains down his loafers. he huffs, 'I'd appreciate having that back Lilly', he talks in a British way as uninterested and macabre as his body lay, he looks up at her 'today... today should have echoed throughout time for People like Us', he stops to take breath, 'WHY DO YOU BETRAY ME IN THIS MANNER!' he reaches out takes and places his arm back in place, the veins reach like stretched out fingers for each other as it cracks and pops back in place. 'CRICK' he flexes his arms and stands up. she steps back, her limbs tremble and lip quivers as she speaks, 'Lucious, if I had have known...', she takes another step back carefully and outstretched. then before she sees him move, she feels her throat tighten and her chest starts screaming for air. 'your a very lucky girl lilly, my arm appears to still be working' her nails sink into his arm as he tightens his grip, 'I can break you so easily, hell, i could tear you into pieces, but your lucky because before I... we, get down to, the nitty gritty, i need to know, well, I'll regret not knowing wh...' his words are cut short as his face succumbs to the impact of Lilly's silver pocket knife. -- her heart beats faster and faster as she pulls at his hand to relieve the grip, she pulls him closer and their lips touch, softly, she drops to the ground and starts to run only thinking of running faster , 'must run faster' she thinks, she gets to the edge of the roof top and jumps hoping there's another rooftop ahead of her. as she jumps from roof to roof trying to get as far away as she physically can, unable to stop her feet and not contemplating for a moment about the height. she thinks back to when she met him, the clean cut, handsome gentleman, who welcomed her with a comforting embrace and the promise of #life, not a normal #life, she didn't want that, the way Lilly saw it 'why bother with a normal #life when you can be seen, admired and most importantly loved'. he only brought her jealousy and fear. -- -end of part 1-

Elevators, Elves & Little Girls (part 1) Isla was a young girl, forever looking for; what things can do, and as the adults always told her what things can't do. our story unfolds within, (as an eager estate agent would say), "a cozy, open planed, tabula rasa with a view." or a small, single roomed, empty flat, up on the 7th floor as normal people would say. Isla did not mind that her home was on the 7th floor, Isla had a skill, a skill that will serve her very well by the end of this tale, her skill was not only that she was the fastest kid in her class but the fastest kid in her year and this was something she certainly loved, to say Isla was quiet about her achievements wouldn't just be an understatement but absolutely, positively, entirely a lie. she was a gloater and a bragger and a mocker and a taunter and generally a very bad winner. although all this was about to change within a snap of a branch. "daddy I want to go to the park on the way home???" Isla cried as her dad took her home from school. "hurr okay but I do want to get home soon, we've got a lot to do when we get home" her father replied as he gave in and changed direction toward the park. the park had a huge set of ominous dark metal gates, Isla looked up at the gates as she went in, she wasn't scared she was excited, the park was one giant running track with trees... Trees, Isla saw them as skyward tracks, she'd imagine herself running up them, defying gravity, reality, her shoes... of course Isla ran straight to the nearest tree, then straight up it. "be careful!!" her father said trying to shout over the thrashing of broken branches upon the grass, he was too late. Our little girl has always been a ruff and tumble baby until she became a ruff and tumble girl, "are you alright??" asked her dad "YES" she said as she bounced to her feet, then flopped to the floor. "my leg hurts" she said to the ground, her father decided that it was time to go home, so with a lift and a grunt he carried her huffingly home. they got to their block of flats. "argh" her father said "I can't carry you much further, I'm exhausted!" the father looked at the lift "you'll have to go up in the lift" he said "I've never been in a lift before" Isla exclaimed "I'll be with you" her father said Isla started a tantrum the likes of only a child can. "ahhhhhiiiiiiii!!" the father thought, "I know what if it's a race? I'll go up the stairs and you take the lift and we'll see who gets to our floor first.." Isla loved a good race and her father knew this, with a limp and a jump she got in the lift and said "GO!" her father started to run up the stairs. Isla has never used a lift before, she wasn't too sure what to do, she tried talking to it, that didn't work, there were some buttons tho, they must be the floor numbers. the doors closed. "what floor is mine??" before she could press a button the lift started moving, then "DING!". the doors slowly opened but behind them was not a floor in a block of flats like she expected but, a... bookshelf??? she was very confused, was this normal for a lift?? she thought as she reached out for a book and fell forward, into, and tumbled through the bookshelf, but as we already know, Isla was a ruff and tumble girl, and before that a ruff and tumble baby. Isla removed "bridges and beds the dichotomise of house hunting for trolls, by Gorpek Opek" and looked around, she was in a library, a very big library, a very very big library... 'hello?!' she yelled 'shhhhh!' the shhh seemed to come from everywhere at once, then silence fell upon the hallways once again. Isla was scared and really wanted to find her mum, or a friend, or anyone... Isla wondered though the long, rows of bookshelves around her looking at their labels '5673.122a, Magic; Lotions for potions.'. Isla wondered what kind of library this could be when 'OOOFFFF!!', 'shhhhhh!', 'SORRY'. she looked across very slowly, she saw; a very large purple hand with pink pimples, shaggy wide purple arms, a large red checked shirt, a big square chin, and a moving toothy smile... moving! 'HELLO' the mouth said. 'MY NAME IS GARY, NICE TO MEET YOU' he said. 'gary??? that's not very monster'ish?' Isla replied. 'WELL MY MUM AND DAD HAD A LOT OF CHILDREN, THEN RAN OUT OF NORMAL NAMES LIKE, GARGO AND TRAVACORE YEARS AGO.. SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO. - end of part 1 -