Marilla Lowell

Bah Bah Black Sheep

• A Gift to the Gods

  witch;;
  noun wiCH
  
  1.a woman thought to have magic powers, especially evil ones, popularly depicted as wearing a black cloak and pointed hat and flying on a broomstick.

  
  

  There was once a witch who fell in love with a man who was anything but human. She knew only happiness in his presence. He would do anything for her. Except one day, he left. The witch was heartbroken and died a lonely death many years later. No matter how hard she tried, she could not fill the void he left. That sadness left her body in a cold breath and swept over the forest around her home. Settling deep into the ground and cursing it. There the curse lay for many years, it did nothing for it had no purpose. It decided to give itself a purpose. So a town appeared, but it had no people. Strange creatures came and prowled through it's woods. They go close to the town, and the curse afraid they would chase off any people who came set up a fence to keep them out. Yet still no people came. So it learned how to change it's location so it could be anywhere and no where at the same time. Sometimes people would come, but they never stayed. The curse as lonely as the witch who birthed it decided to make it impossible to leave. So it would appear before people it liked. A long trail going deep into the woods. Calling to those who laid eyes upon it. If they could not resist and walk down it the forest would swallow them whole, slowly. If they turned around in time they might be able to leave, but most did not. They could follow the path safely to the fence, and pass through it. Where they would forever be locked inside. They could also choose to ignore the sign and leave the path, where the creatures would devour them. Those inside would find the little town, it was very empty but there was always life. It was named Haven, a safe place in the middle of the monster infested forest. In this town Death exists but is never permanent. The curses plays with it's citizens each day. Killing them in new and strange ways. Only for them to wake up the next morning with only hazy memories of the day before, as if nothing ever happened. Marilla has never been happier with death tailing her. Wherever she appears destruction seems to follow. The citizens never seem to find her body among the chaos, leaving them to fear the sweet-eyed girl who smells of cakes and books.

• The Sacrificial Lamb

  SHE SMILES WITH GRACE &&
  WALKS BACKWARDS INTO HELL.
  
  
  
  .full-time witch.
  .part-time antique shop keeper.
  
  ▶ only skin deep ◀
  
  marilla primrose lowell.
  mari, lamb, little witch
  human. female.
  age 23. august 30, 1986.
  
  i grew up seeing things a little differently, appearing, disappearing, hardly innocent, nor tied down to the ground.
  
  english-swedish. current resident of Haven. home-schooled by private tutors.
  
  i learned to roll and tumble with the punches, glory in my stripes and spots walk by invisible and never make a sound.
  
  ▶ fragility of the heart ◀
  
  cupioromantic. demisexual. taken.
  gentle&submissive. Needy for attention. must be showered in affection.
  
  But heavy is the crown that's always hidden tender is the heart you never see.
  
  ▶ the stars hold secrets ◀
  
  infj. chaotic evil. sanguine. virgo. patience. gluttony.
  
  hard && fast shines the grin that we flash, but there's a vulnerable stripe or two on me. maybe any place outside of Wonderland is not for me, my friend.
  
  ▶ the vessel of the soul ◀
  
  4'6". 120Ibs.
  ringlets of silver&lavender.
  golden eyes. bone white. plump. round.
  
  if i leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here && it's okay.
  
  dream-like. Sleepy. eerie. adorned in pastels, flowers, & crystals. labret piercing.
  
  sun up, sun down the shadows hide me down in wonderland, wonderland, nobody knows the way.
  
  ▶ deeper into the soul ◀
  
  social. gullible. enthusiastic. naive. intuitive. creepy. childish. absentminded. lazy. passive. dependent.
  
  but if you find it in your dreams, you can find it at your dayjob somewhere south of hell.
  
  ✓coloring books ✓sweets ✓affection ✓bones ✓Plants ✗vegetables ✗authority ✗heights ✗being woken ✗silence
  
  Take the path to left or right with just your gut to guide you the story is not for anyone else to tell.
  
  Hair twirling. Rocking. Fidgets.
  
  you gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon you can't forsake the journey for the safety of your room until you learn your lesson well.
  
  ▶ within the depths ◀
  
  It is traditional. It is inherited. Predispositional.
  Dependent personality disorder. autophobia. athazagoraphobia. albinism. poor eyesight.
  
  but heavy is the burden of the wise ones when no one understands a word they say the jabberwock never bothered anyone, but nobody believes him to this day and why should they?