the girl was sitting on her bed. it was 13 minutes past midnight. she couldn’t sleep. her mind was restless. these whole riots in her life had made her skeptical. she couldn’t see things the way she saw them before—there’s no such thing as a sincere love. what is love, anyway? the girl defined what people called “love” with lust which then developes into something else. into something unreal. into a trap. into a deception. she believed in faeries, centaurs, dragons, gods and goddesses, yet she was afraid that she didn’t believe in love. unless somebody can prove it to me, she tried to convince herself. skeptically. finally she felt sleepy. her last thought before she closed her eyes was: “i miss being an ingenue.”

Girl In The Mirror.

The ray of evening sun reflected on the granite floor through the window. He was sleeping, although the sun had not fade out yet. She was there watching him from the corner of his immense royalty bedroom. The prince was sleeping. She had been there for centuries and the girl had chosen him as the love of her life. Despite the bitter fact that the prince barely knew her at all.

The girl desperately wanted to stand by his side, but she couldn’t. They were separated with a thick glass.

A mirror.

She tried to reach out for him and escape from the curse that Shaman King gave her, but all she could touch with her fingertips was the cold mirror surface.

He had a strange way when he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the prince. As if he had seen someone who was certainly not himself. He stared boundlessly at the mirror - right to the girl’s eyes. As if he could see her.

The girl in the mirror called the prince, but he could not hear her.

He stood in front of the mirror for a very long time. He kept on searching for someone else to appear from the mirror’s reflection.

The girl cried without a sound. She wanted to tell the prince how much she loved him.

Then the unexpected thing happened.

The prince looked around. He is trying to find something, the girl thought, but what?

He found it. A goblet. A heavy, gold goblet.

No. The girl panicked.

If the mirror breaks, I too, will break, and die forever. I would rather live under the spell, so I could be with my prince, the voice in her mind had spoken. Don’t break this mirror, my prince. She repeated those words like a mantra in her head.

The prince was holding the goblet with his hands in front of the mirror. All he knew was to rescue a soul inside the mirror. He was so sure there was a person trapped inside.

He thought he fell in love with that person. A princess who was cursed by a Shaman King, perhaps?

“No! Don’t break the mirror!” she screamed her lungs out. A very pointless thing she did, obviously.

It was too late. The prince threw the goblet to the mirror without any hesitation. The mirror had broken with a loud crash noise.

Before the mirror broke, the girl stopped crying. She smiled.

He loves me, she thought.

The prince found nothing inside the mirror, but a red rose lay down on the floor.

-Karina, 25 March ‘10

I wish I haven’t done that. You know, made up your own fairytale. The one that ends with a sad ending. Like what I have done. I regret it so much I can’t even think of anything nice to say. It might happen in real life.

Once, I wrote this story, about a man. He was not just an ordinary man. He lived on the moon. And I too, was in the story. I was a little girl who loved him, just like a princess who loved her prince. The little girl loved her Moon Man unconditionally — she didn’t care if her first love, the Moon Man, lived on the moon and she lived on this very earth.

The little girl had to wait until she turns older, to be with her Moon Man. She came back home and left the moon. So she left her first love waiting for her.

He waited. She waited. He waited. I waited.

And that was the ending. Well, it was neither sad nor happy, actually.

I wish I wrote a proper ending. A solid happy ending. Seems like the little girl still hasn’t turned to become a woman just yet, has she?

a girl & a moon man.

Once, a girl asked a Moon Man. “Moon Man, why are you so old?” The Moon Man replied, “I’m not old, little girl. You are just way too young for me.”

There was an awkward silence between them. The little girl have known they could not be together. The love between them don’t stand a chance. She knew it all along.

“But tell me, Moon Man, if I come back again in the future,” the girl was trying to convince the Moon Man, “and I will come back, will you still get older?”

The Moon Man laughed. This girl is naive and pure beyond compare, he thought. But who cares, this is why I liked her in the first place. The Moon Man smiled at her. “I will wait for you,” also sounded as convincing as the little girl, “and no, I won’t get older.”

The girl looked satisfied with his answer. This is just what she wanted to hear from her lovely Moon Man. “Allright, Moon Man, I promise you. I will return. By the time I turn as an adult. As a true lady, just like my mother.”

The Moon Man came closer to the little girl, and hugged her for quite a long time. “And I promise you, my little lady, I will not go anywhere. I will always be your Moon Man.”

The little girl was about to cry because she had to leave her very first love, and she realized that the time will come. The time when she and her true love are going to spend every moment together. Together in eternity, serene life on the moon.

-Karina, 10.25.2009

the howling

the mighty nocturnal creature howled at the moon. as if the the entire universe would cry and sing along with his ode. then he stopped for a second, just so he could hear the echo. it was definitely something else. he heard a graceful, perfect symphony. unexpectedly, she came down to earth, tried to reach his head. the moonbeam shone so bright as she stepped her feet on the ground.
“stop howling,” she said. “you’re breaking my heart.”
he saw one drop of her crystal tear, streamed down her face.
he howled for the last time. then he ran as fast as he could, through the dark of the night. he left her on the hill. he did not even look back at her.
everytime he stares at the moon, all he can think of is her.
artemis. he howled her name every night. he howled artemis.
he howled her name, but it only made her cry. the most devastating irony ever existed.
the mighty nocturnal creature then realized, he could never make her happy.


- Karina, november 23, 2009