Authors Note: Kay, just a bit of a note for anyone who keeps track of
things through my Bio. I'm dropping the Aberee story idea. I've been trying
to think of it and what I've come up with is just a bit of an adventure
story, with no real significance. I've begun writing Immortality but I do
it during weekdays, whereas I write Lady Jade Leaf Journals on weekends.
Its not going to go up till I have at least five chapters, and until Jade
Leaf is around 10 if it gets to be that (with which Im planning it will
most likely be). So heres the schedule, I'm going to update Jade Leaf
Journals once every week, most likely on Fridays. Maybe twice if I can
manage it since I just begin and finish these when I first write them. I
think Ill be able to fit in two updates this week so that means Immortality
should go up around..... November 10.^___^
Reviews:
Natalie Kikianu: Congratulations on being introduced to Tanith Lee's
great work! I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the series and thank
you muchly for reviewing ^___^
~The Waste~
One week, one damned week in this horrid place and I already regret leaving. Its amazing how hot it can be during the day, and how freezing it is during the night. Poor Claidi, she must of had it worse then I for I can cover myself with my dresses when I become to cold and shed them when to hot. Then again, the going is harder for me because I am not use to this type of work, and she is. Well more anyway. I doubt anyone except those madmen that were spoken of have ever had to endure something like this. The House has since gone far from view, I've been sleeping during the days and traveling at night, for I find it easier to do so when I am not dying for thirst. Its much easier to keep from the cold then the heat, because I always have enough clothes to protect me, and I have to much pride
to shed down to my underwear no matter how hot it gets. Really! What if I were to come across someone! What an embarrassing predicament that would be.
My hair is frizzy, I reek, I'm dirty, my makeup has run, my throat is parched yet I'm trying to only drink when absolutely necessary, I've gotten a tan that goes horribly with the light blue hair I left The House with, my hands have become hard, my legs ached, and oh hell I can barely even write. I'm sorry, I just really needed to get
that off, even screaming into the nothingness does no help...for then I have to hear the echoes of myself when they bounce of objects I can even see. I am certain The Waste is haunted.
I never realized that I received this journal right before my life took such a huge turning point. Its to odd of a coincidence, and doesn't the same go for Claidi? I am not exactly sure when she took it, I just realized it was missing for a while before I took this one and started writing in it. Claidi..my mind is constantly on her. Is she still alive, if so where is she? If not would it have been my fault? She might have not taken the chance of escaping from here if I hadn't made her life so miserable. The guilt weighs my heart so horribly.
The weather, I am not sure whether to call it horrible or great. As I was walking during the day I noticed that it was actually quite nice, dark clouds his the sun so it was beating on me and light winds provided a nice breeze. My hair calmed down for once and the ground didn't seem so hard. Then waters began to spill from the sky. I was shocked at first-and foolishly thought that there must some type of tear in the sky. But I remember now that this is something called rain. I have read about it, and I think it has sometimes happened in The House too but since I've always been cooped up I have never actually gotten to witness it, or feel it. At first it was a nice drizzle and oh! It felt so wonderful. The rain freed the dye and dirt from my hair and skin, and the droplets felt so cool against my warm skin. I drank some of the droplets, grateful to be able to drink without stopping. Later on however it became much like a storm, it was rained so hard I couldn't breath at all! The moment I opened my mouth even slightly to take a breath in a flood of water would come in as well. Currently I am under a rock, which is doing little to protect me. I have to huddle over you to keep your pages from getting wet, but even then sometimes a couple drops from my hair fall. I wonder if I will be able to read this later.
I'm lonely, now more then ever.
Reviews:
Natalie Kikianu: Congratulations on being introduced to Tanith Lee's
great work! I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the series and thank
you muchly for reviewing ^___^
~The Waste~
One week, one damned week in this horrid place and I already regret leaving. Its amazing how hot it can be during the day, and how freezing it is during the night. Poor Claidi, she must of had it worse then I for I can cover myself with my dresses when I become to cold and shed them when to hot. Then again, the going is harder for me because I am not use to this type of work, and she is. Well more anyway. I doubt anyone except those madmen that were spoken of have ever had to endure something like this. The House has since gone far from view, I've been sleeping during the days and traveling at night, for I find it easier to do so when I am not dying for thirst. Its much easier to keep from the cold then the heat, because I always have enough clothes to protect me, and I have to much pride
to shed down to my underwear no matter how hot it gets. Really! What if I were to come across someone! What an embarrassing predicament that would be.
My hair is frizzy, I reek, I'm dirty, my makeup has run, my throat is parched yet I'm trying to only drink when absolutely necessary, I've gotten a tan that goes horribly with the light blue hair I left The House with, my hands have become hard, my legs ached, and oh hell I can barely even write. I'm sorry, I just really needed to get
that off, even screaming into the nothingness does no help...for then I have to hear the echoes of myself when they bounce of objects I can even see. I am certain The Waste is haunted.
I never realized that I received this journal right before my life took such a huge turning point. Its to odd of a coincidence, and doesn't the same go for Claidi? I am not exactly sure when she took it, I just realized it was missing for a while before I took this one and started writing in it. Claidi..my mind is constantly on her. Is she still alive, if so where is she? If not would it have been my fault? She might have not taken the chance of escaping from here if I hadn't made her life so miserable. The guilt weighs my heart so horribly.
The weather, I am not sure whether to call it horrible or great. As I was walking during the day I noticed that it was actually quite nice, dark clouds his the sun so it was beating on me and light winds provided a nice breeze. My hair calmed down for once and the ground didn't seem so hard. Then waters began to spill from the sky. I was shocked at first-and foolishly thought that there must some type of tear in the sky. But I remember now that this is something called rain. I have read about it, and I think it has sometimes happened in The House too but since I've always been cooped up I have never actually gotten to witness it, or feel it. At first it was a nice drizzle and oh! It felt so wonderful. The rain freed the dye and dirt from my hair and skin, and the droplets felt so cool against my warm skin. I drank some of the droplets, grateful to be able to drink without stopping. Later on however it became much like a storm, it was rained so hard I couldn't breath at all! The moment I opened my mouth even slightly to take a breath in a flood of water would come in as well. Currently I am under a rock, which is doing little to protect me. I have to huddle over you to keep your pages from getting wet, but even then sometimes a couple drops from my hair fall. I wonder if I will be able to read this later.
I'm lonely, now more then ever.