The Very Secret Diary of Malefica
Dec 12, 2007 12:36:48 GMT -5
Post by Malefica on Dec 12, 2007 12:36:48 GMT -5
Greenwitch, Hell, September 3, 2000 BC.
Dear Diary!
Today is my fifth birthday. I can't believe I managed to survive another year. My mother is a devil, literally. Queen Lilith of Hell.
Spending all your life in a cage hanging from the ceiling is not fun. The place is so narrow I have to crouch down, which makes my back hurt. I'm just hanging around, watching people come and go. One more question about me wanting a cracker, and I'll bite!!!
I get some stinging remarks sometimes, especially from the people carrying spears. (OUCH!!!)
That evil teenage brat DRACULA was here today. First he went to my mother's room, staying there for a reeeeally long time. I heard some funny noises, like someone was jumping up and down in a bed or something?
Dracula just came to my cage. He mocked me as usual, calling me green, ugly and all that. But he reaaaallly stepped over the line when he said I looked like Kermit in the Muppet Show. Since he seems to love frogs so much, I turned him into one.
Oh-Oh! My mother is furious about the frog thing. She is yelling and yelling, will she ever shut up? My ears hurt. No wonder, she is screaming so flames are coming out her mouth. Talk about scolding people. She turned Dracula back to his evil self again. I liked him better as a frog. Then she kicked me out. My butt still hurts. It will take forever for the bruises to go away.
She still didn't find Abraxas though. Abraxas is my only friend. He is a brother of the Norse chief god Odin's two ravens, Hugin and Munin. I know what their names mean. Hugin represents the thought, and Munin represents the mind, or memory if you want.
Speaking of gods, I think I will go to Olympus in Greece, to ask my father Zeus if I can stay with him for a while, until I am big enough to take care of myself.
I will write again, when there is something to write about.
Hugs and kisses,
Malefica.
Dear Diary!
Today is my fifth birthday. I can't believe I managed to survive another year. My mother is a devil, literally. Queen Lilith of Hell.
Spending all your life in a cage hanging from the ceiling is not fun. The place is so narrow I have to crouch down, which makes my back hurt. I'm just hanging around, watching people come and go. One more question about me wanting a cracker, and I'll bite!!!
I get some stinging remarks sometimes, especially from the people carrying spears. (OUCH!!!)
That evil teenage brat DRACULA was here today. First he went to my mother's room, staying there for a reeeeally long time. I heard some funny noises, like someone was jumping up and down in a bed or something?
Dracula just came to my cage. He mocked me as usual, calling me green, ugly and all that. But he reaaaallly stepped over the line when he said I looked like Kermit in the Muppet Show. Since he seems to love frogs so much, I turned him into one.
Oh-Oh! My mother is furious about the frog thing. She is yelling and yelling, will she ever shut up? My ears hurt. No wonder, she is screaming so flames are coming out her mouth. Talk about scolding people. She turned Dracula back to his evil self again. I liked him better as a frog. Then she kicked me out. My butt still hurts. It will take forever for the bruises to go away.
She still didn't find Abraxas though. Abraxas is my only friend. He is a brother of the Norse chief god Odin's two ravens, Hugin and Munin. I know what their names mean. Hugin represents the thought, and Munin represents the mind, or memory if you want.
Speaking of gods, I think I will go to Olympus in Greece, to ask my father Zeus if I can stay with him for a while, until I am big enough to take care of myself.
I will write again, when there is something to write about.
Hugs and kisses,
Malefica.