Once
By Vivien LS
Author's Note
Once upon a time...
There is something magical about the word "once". It speaks of a single thing, something that is never repeated. It can be something beautiful or painful. Perhaps we call it "once" because we hope it will never happen again. We draw lines around the fluid paths of our lives, and say, here, this is where this began, and this is where it ended. Once, I was content. Once, I was desperately unhappy. Once, I laughed until my sides ached. Once, I did something I regretted...
The memory of once is wild and compelling. A small glimpse, a sound, a scent, and suddenly the memory becomes a shadow, dancing around the real world and beckoning: follow! See through my eyes! The fruit is sweeter than honey, the lights are brighter and the softness becomes silk. See my shape; see my claws as you are drawn in. The words are harsher, the pain is sharper, and the smell of copper becomes the sound of steel.
Every story begins "once upon a time," not just the fairy tales. And the stories of Once are always beautiful, because they are a part of Forever.
This is a collection of stories. Some are happy, some sad. Some are funny, some romantic, some are violent and some are thoughtful. Everyone's memories are different, after all.
Once upon a time...
