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Fairy Tales

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on January 20, 2010 by Illyria Taylor

Ideal vs Real

Treasure vs Measure

Our scales teeter and collapse under the weight of our fantasies.

Sleeping Beauty still sleeps and Rapunzel stays imprisoned in her tower, Snow White still waits for Prince Charming in her coffin of  glass, and Cinderella died from lung disease.  The happy endings ; nothing more than a figmant of the ideal by which we measure the value of our lives, always teetering on the “what ifs” that never come.



Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on December 2, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

As he fondled my left breast with his sumptuous hands I kicked him in the groin.  He had to be taken to the emergency room to have surgery on his twisted testicle.  For the record, he’s telling everyone it’s a spleen injury, and I can only giggle when I hear that.

Fondle,Kick, Sumptuous

Yours to command

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on November 4, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

She was taught to always obey her vicious and abusive mother, so when she was told to leave and never return she did so with nary a look back.  When the old and bitter woman realized that the daughter she cast out gave birth to her only grandchild, she begged forgiveness and got no response.  As the cast out daughter looked upon her withering  mother, dying alone in a hospital room, the vindicated cast away whispered into her ear “Karma is a bitch, isn’t it mother?”

So mote it be

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on November 4, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

The young witch did not obey the first rule of the practice, and put a hex on an innocent woman whose only crime was being married to the man she was having an affair with. Now the young witch, upon realizing that she too was withering away just as she had cast for her lover’s wife, understood the concept of Karma far too late.

The Nerve

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on October 28, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

She had allowed the nightmare that was this social engagement incubate too long in her mind.  Her vanity would simply not permit another woman, another prettier woman, to be seen in the same dress that she herself was wearing. “Really, the Nerve” she said as she picked up the nearest steak knife and began slashing off the offending dress, oblivious to the fact that it still had a (not for very long )  living body within it.

Incubate, Nightmare, Vanity

The Offering

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on October 22, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

The High Priestess was restless on this night of Samhain, waiting for the offering to arrive.  The offering that had been nurtured and sequestored for 18 long years.  Tonight would be the night, tonight the Master would accept her offering, and she would become his new bride.

She heard the familiar jangle of a horse drawn carriage coming up the secluded drive, the offering had arrived!   The girl was hustled into the altar room, covered head to toe in a white cloak to signify her virginity,  the drugs had taken the effect that was necessary for her to submit to the ritual.

The maiden was placed on the black draped altar, the chants and the ceremonies of the ritual were completed to perfection, the time was now to plunge the dagger into her virgin heart , calling forth the Prince of Darkness.

As the blade found it’s target the High Priestess realized the mistake too late and began screaming as her beautiful form began to melt into decay and rot.

The head coachman heard the screams and ran in to aid,  only to find his mistress cowering under the alter, a desicated creature that belonged in a tomb, the tomb she crawled out of 20o years ago.

  It was when he looked up and saw his beloved  Sybil on the altar, dead from a stab wound to the heart, that he knelt down and cried.  He knew that she was to be preserved, but they had loved each other so, it was impossible not to stop the carriage before reaching the castle to share in the joys of intimacy, as reckless as it was passionate.

 Looking through his tear filled eyes, he saw the blood of her virginity still on his hands, the blood from her heart sheets of red rain on the altar, and his heartache was more than he could bear.  He removed the dagger from Sybil’s dead heart and plunged it into his own, the High Priestess would have to find another minion to do her bidding, after 200 years he could go on no more.

Does anybody have a gun?

Posted in 3word weds (3ww) on October 1, 2009 by Illyria Taylor

The artist in question allowed his ambition to overrule better judgement, he poured incredible effort into his masterpiece, the one that would jumpstart his career.  As the viewers walked by the displayed canvases on the wall, everyone, everyone stopped to view his piece.  What he didn’t know was they were saying “does anybody have a gun, this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”