Beauty in Terror: Good Girls don’t disappoint

Miriam Brooks and Beatrix Kuroki: Strange Signals

This was precisely when Mamma paused for a moment and kissed me goodnight. How bizarre of her to leave the story at this point; but being the obstinate little girl, all of seven, I was back then, I insisted on her finishing it.

Nevertheless, she said “Goodnight Rochelle” in a rather firm fashion, switched the light off and shut the door behind her as she went out of my room.

As Emma (my beagle) came and snuggled up close to me, I wondered what adventure Miriam and Bea were to embark upon this time- sewage ghouls, unicorn witches or maybe Bluetooth- Vamp revolutions! And then I did what I always do best- I lay in my bed, closed my eyes and started imaging things- fairies, monsters, witches and unicorns- haphazard beauty in terror.

But ironically, this time I found myself in a hospital, all the way back in 2006 (my birth year). I saw the newborn 3 hour old me in my beautiful mother, Beatrix’s arms and beside her was her sister, Miriam, her favourite person in the whole wide world- who unfortunately had died in an accident in 2008. Everybody was smiling in the most appealing and organic way. It made my heart heavy and yet filled it with joy- reminiscences of days bygone…

The next moment, I found myself in a sewer, only to behold filth and be subjugated to the pungent smell of sewage. In its middle I saw an object that was too shiny to go unnoticed, perhaps a golden locket, or atleast it looked exactly like one. I slowly reached for it, although highly bothered by my own hygienic concerns, I grasped its side anyway; and noticed that there was something written on it in extremely small letters-

With the squinting of the eye, I strained to read the words it said,

“Good girls don…”

As I managed to fathom the words, I was pushed back by a strange force.

In a jiffy, I saw a flash of Aunt Miriam’s accident. A monstrous terror seized my heart. I was so perplexed and just wanted this terrible dream to end. I was apprehensive, sad and restless. My heart began palpitating.

I woke up in my bed to find beads of cold sweat running down by temple. I rushed to the wall mirror, looked myself in the eye and in that one moment I knew what most had known on many days,

“Good Girls don’t disappoint.”

This was when I was little, but now I know for sure…

© achillesheelpoetry, 2020

Salutations!

This was my first ‘official’ attempt at story writing. I was nominated by ‘the-tsar-unanswerable’ on Tumblr as a part of a secret round robin writing challenge.
Request all of you to read, review and let me know how you found it to be. Criticism is welcome; and appreciation, well, gladly welcome.

P.S. Anybody and everybody is welcome to participate; you may check the whole content and rules here:

Miriam Brooks and Beatrix Kuroki: Strange Signals

Happy Birthday Princess!!

For as long as I can remember, Mamma and Daddy always told us of how we are the two most important people in the world to them; and as for each other we are all we’ll ever truly have.

You and I, Aryan, have tread the path of roses and thorns, daisies and sunshine, rainbows and ditches, despair, hysteria and love for ten and three. All these years, you have been amazingly beautiful, annoyingly gross and fantabulously you. And Oh! I thank God for that.

I know that I seldom tell you how much you mean to me, and how much I’ve come to adore you all these years.
You are simply the best Princess- B!tch-Girlfriend I could have ever asked for.

So as you turn 13 today, my only wish for you is happiness, all the happiness this world has to offer.
Stay the same, adorable little brat I adore.

Looking back, I cannot even imagine how surprisingly lame and tedious my life would’ve been, sans all my memories with you; of how monotonous and trivial the pursuit of happiness would’ve been; and of how I would still be oblivious to the lives of the Kardashians and Hadids!!
Well, for that I thank you kid-
For being a magical remedy to all the boredom in the world.

We have had our share of myriad hues, and as the adventure continues; I have, but a little piece of advice, as 19 months your elder;)

“Be Bad to the bone, no need to hone.
Kick some ass and have a blast!!”

To many more years of you outshining Ronaldo, to a gazillion more V- bucks and an eternity more of your precious, priceless smiles and hysterics.
To the finest young boy I know🥂

There is so much to say, but ironically, I render myself helpless while trying to articulate.
In a nutshell, I love ya dork and Carpe Diem kid.
Carpe Diem and Gnothi Seauton (Heck!! Duh! You already slay)

P.S. Also, a little confession-
I know how much you hate it when I kiss you, and that is pretty much why I do it all the time.

Ana

Picture elucidation:
10 years later, always got your back, Shishimaru.
Acing the Churchill pose!

‘gram-ie dreams that shine so bright✨

Phoenix

When your scars all fade, and memories waver past.
What will you have then?

When the many woes are washed away at last.
What will you have then?

When the only one you ever loved shall pass.
What will you have then?

Down came the angels and fairies,

How will you show people you lived and laughed and thrived?

With a beast unleashing in my eyes,
(I said-)

When the sun stops shining, and the moon glows no more;
between dusk and dawn where time lies frozen, to atone.
Where the withered rose in Belle’s hand is shewn.

(I said-)

I’ll rise, I’ll rise.
I will have me;
Ana, the self, the being.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2020

The Phoenix

In times of doubt and confusion, it symbolizes strength, transformation and renewal. For only from the ashes of who we were, can we rise up to become who we’re to be.