A. Sage Call
Sage reflects on achieving Keyboard status.
I love doing art and the majority of my time was spent drawing, embroidering or coloring. I am also writing a book called Hellhounds and a lot of my time was spent on that too. I am saving up money to redo (new furniture, and paint the walls) our playroom into a bedroom for me so that I don't have to share a room with my sister anymore. It will be so nice to have a place where i can express myself and not worry about all my things getting ransacked.
The Twelve Murdering Princesses
This is the real story of the twelve dancing princesses. It wasn’t dancing that they went to do in the night in that secret realm. Everything is true except for a few not so minor details. By A. Sage Call
Peter laid his head up against the tree. He knew that he was supposed to be watching the sheep, but he was just so tired. He dozed off and saw a beautiful golden-haired woman looking down at him. He smiled at her, a smile that turned to a look of horror as he realized that her golden gown was stained with blood and she had a knife sticking out of her chest- right where her heart would have been. Her heart was nowhere to be seen. She was smiling at him, a look that flickered to a screaming face- that expression that she had no doubt died with. For Peter knew that this woman wasn’t alive, she couldn’t be. The woman spoke to him “ Peter, I am Queen Daria. My daughters murdered me because i found out their secret. Tell my husband that their secret is–” She screams and bursts into a puff of smoke. The rest you know, yada yada yada, until… As Peter followed the princesses down into their secret world he was perplexed by the kind of forests he found himself in. First there was a wood of obsidian, the leaves of the trees uncut rubies that looked like droplets of blood. He carefully broke off a small twig. As it broke off, he realized that the rubies were droplets of blood. Second there was a forest of twisted black iron, with long stringy leaves hanging from each branch. He again broke off a twig and he realized that the leaves were hair. The third forest was made of wrought silver with fingers and toes as leaves. Suddenly it hit him. The forests were made of the princesses’ trophies ; their victims’ body parts. And their secret? Well it was obvious they were vampires. Suddenly the eldest sister looked back, transformed into this world. Her skin was pale as snow, her eyes were entirely black. Most unsettling of all, her mouth was stained red as if she had used blood as lipstick. She screamed and turned around, ripping into his shoulder. He ran like the wind and managed to make it to the exit before it collapsed. But one sister had made it through as well. It was the youngest. She started sobbing. “I’m sorry, my sisters made me, threatened to kill me. I was so scared.” They went to the king and explained everything. They married. The king made up the whole ‘dancing princesses’ thing to cover up the whole atrocity.