Creative Writing I
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laleiaAn Exercise in Creative Writing ...
Notes: Dark Lady Lamya is based on 0003 of the pre-made dolls in eLouai's Candybar Doll Maker.
She looked into the mirror with a certain amount of trepidation. This Dark Lady business took some getting used to, after all. One day, she had been busy executing Dark Lady Charna's latest orders. By the time the next day rolled around, however, said Dark Lady had retired and had chosen her as a replacement. And no matter what she did, Dark Lady Charna (who insisted on being called Carrie now) just continued shoving a black book of names underneath her nose, insisting on making her choose one because "While Allyria is a good enough name for an underling, you need a dark name with lots of history behind it for a Dark Lady" immediately followed by "What about Ixchel?"
Ixchel was a Mayan goddess who had Medusa-hair and crossbones embroidered on her skirt. She was also the goddess of pregnant women.
"So maybe Ixchel is not for you," Charna-Carrie had shrugged when she pointed this out. "Choose one you like. Just do it quickly!"
And so she chose Lamya, only to find out that it was only in there because of a typo. Lamya meant nothing more than "having dark, beautiful lips," which she most certainly did not have. By then, however, it was too late. Within hours of receving news of her unexpected promotion, Dark Lady Lamya ended up alone in front of this mirror, desperately thinking of an original evil plan to perpetrate.
Dark Lady Lamya sighed. If the outfit made the job, as she had once heard someone say, then she was going to dread waking up in the morning. The dress was somewhat tacky, if she did say so herself. The all-black look might have looked good on someone with darker hair, a paler complexion, and a bit more cleavage. It only served to make her look washed-out. The spiky flounces that spread out from the collar in various stages of unfurlation (if that was even a word) kept on getting caught in her unfortunately lavender hair, and the far-too-long train kept on tripping her up. The various deadly weapons tucked into various folds throughout the outfit only served to unnerve her. Where was she supposed to put her hands?
Plus, she was scheduled to give a speech to her new minions in fifteen minutes and she had no idea what to say. Carrie's last words had been, "Don't smile so much, it makes you less evil" before whisking out the door. What was a new Dark Lady to do?
Notes: Dark Lady Lamya is based on 0003 of the pre-made dolls in eLouai's Candybar Doll Maker.
She looked into the mirror with a certain amount of trepidation. This Dark Lady business took some getting used to, after all. One day, she had been busy executing Dark Lady Charna's latest orders. By the time the next day rolled around, however, said Dark Lady had retired and had chosen her as a replacement. And no matter what she did, Dark Lady Charna (who insisted on being called Carrie now) just continued shoving a black book of names underneath her nose, insisting on making her choose one because "While Allyria is a good enough name for an underling, you need a dark name with lots of history behind it for a Dark Lady" immediately followed by "What about Ixchel?"
Ixchel was a Mayan goddess who had Medusa-hair and crossbones embroidered on her skirt. She was also the goddess of pregnant women.
"So maybe Ixchel is not for you," Charna-Carrie had shrugged when she pointed this out. "Choose one you like. Just do it quickly!"
And so she chose Lamya, only to find out that it was only in there because of a typo. Lamya meant nothing more than "having dark, beautiful lips," which she most certainly did not have. By then, however, it was too late. Within hours of receving news of her unexpected promotion, Dark Lady Lamya ended up alone in front of this mirror, desperately thinking of an original evil plan to perpetrate.
Dark Lady Lamya sighed. If the outfit made the job, as she had once heard someone say, then she was going to dread waking up in the morning. The dress was somewhat tacky, if she did say so herself. The all-black look might have looked good on someone with darker hair, a paler complexion, and a bit more cleavage. It only served to make her look washed-out. The spiky flounces that spread out from the collar in various stages of unfurlation (if that was even a word) kept on getting caught in her unfortunately lavender hair, and the far-too-long train kept on tripping her up. The various deadly weapons tucked into various folds throughout the outfit only served to unnerve her. Where was she supposed to put her hands?
Plus, she was scheduled to give a speech to her new minions in fifteen minutes and she had no idea what to say. Carrie's last words had been, "Don't smile so much, it makes you less evil" before whisking out the door. What was a new Dark Lady to do?
