Why blood is red: the story of Clover Crocket's past.
" If you've ever seen a unicorn, if you've ever flown upon a griffin.
Have you ever been kissed by a mermaid? Ridden a centaur?
Do you trust the white wolf? And the Cerberus? How about a Minotaur?
Why do you hate ogres? Are they any different from unicorns? Am I?"
My name is Clover. I am 14 years old at the time. I like animals and books. I'm extremely thin because my foster mom doesn't feed me, and I'm a little on the big side in certain areas. My favorite animal is a wolf. I also like unicorns and monsters. I'm not afraid of ghosts or vampires, but I am afraid of Clowns, zombies, spiders, Michelo Chariot, Shirley Lane, and Bunny Higgins. Oh, and pop stars from 1990's and 2000AD scare me too. For instance, why does that crazy blond want all that silicon in her body? Why do pop stars wear too much makeup? I don't wanna be like them. I wanna write books.maybe be a teacher. But right now I have a less than flattering job(I won't go into detail). I also am a pretty good boxer. Maybe I'll be a boxing instructor/writer. Or I'll write books about boxing and train young up and coming boxers. Whatever. Anyway, I have a boyfriend who lives in Neo Japan, his name is D.J., he's a real catch. He's the son of Domon Kasshu, you know, the guy who won the 13th gundam fight? So D.J. is sooo cool! He's really nice to me and he's funny and he's also good- looking. Those qualities are hard to come by in the same man. I think I'll marry D.J. and also do all the other crap I wrote about. I like to read poems as well as the other stuff I mentioned. Edgar Allen Poe is a cool writer from AD. He wrote two of my favorite poems, "Annabelle Lee" and "The Raven".
I go to a private school where you need to wear uniforms. The other girls make fun of me because I like to write poems and I've "got my head in the clouds". The boys sexually harass me. I'm gonna sue the school soon. It's really not fair. I wonder if schools were like this before the colonies were made. I'll bet they were. Jerks will be jerks, no matter what time period you're in.
I'm gonna write my favorite poem down so I never forget it.
"All that lives of legendry,
Beauty, magic, mystery,
Gentleness and purity
Dwells in me.
I no mate,
No kin have know,
None may claim me as his own
One is one and all alone
It must be.
Through their
Weariness and woe
Men have sometimes seen me go
Felt the winds from Eden blow,
Suddenly!
Though they hunt with spear and horn
Knowing life cannot be borne
If they have no unicorn,
I am free,
Though they kill and weep to see
Beauty's symbol,
Ended be, one is one
And lives in me to eternity."
It's called "the unicorn" and I don't know who wrote it. It's a beautiful poem. I really don't think I'm that pretty. I've got my dad's pointy nose and pointy chin. I don't like it. Anyway, I'm going to run away with D.J., we're going to elope. Well, I haven't asked him yet, but I think he'd like to. I know I'd love to. Even though I'm fourteen, I want to have a baby. I don't know why. Maybe because then Shirley would kick me out because I'd be useless. She sells me to older men for a few nights depending on how much they pay her. I hate it. I love D.J., if I ever have a baby; I want it to be his. Of course, it's not that easy. But like I said, I've got a nice body and pretty eyes, so I'm sure he loves me.
"Sometimes I wonder why things can't be simple.
Will these scars ever heal?
Why do I want to die?
Do I?
How should I know?
Maybe I'm an illusion.
An angel?
A demon?
A fairy?
A monster?
A ghost?
I.just don't feel real.
My flesh is cold.
My body is chilled.
I feel so dead."
Beautiful. I worked so hard on that poem. I wrote it myself. If my life ended tomorrow, I wouldn't be happy. I want to die in D.J.'s arms. I can't die unless I die like that, I won't let myself. I swear.
I've waited so long for my prince, he's finally come. His name is D.J. , but he doesn't know that I'm a pitiful servant and love slave who isn't even paid. Would he still love me if he knew?
"I don't know
what words I can say,
the wind has a way,
to talk to me.
flowers sleep,
a silent lullaby,
I pray for reply, I'm ready.
Quiet.day..calms me,
O serenity, someone, please
Tell me,
Mmmm, what is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day."
Hmmm.I wish I wasn't so dysfunctional..maybe, I'm not.then again, maybe I am.
Why can't life ever be simple? Please let it all end. Please.ohhhhh god, please.
" If you've ever seen a unicorn, if you've ever flown upon a griffin.
Have you ever been kissed by a mermaid? Ridden a centaur?
Do you trust the white wolf? And the Cerberus? How about a Minotaur?
Why do you hate ogres? Are they any different from unicorns? Am I?"
My name is Clover. I am 14 years old at the time. I like animals and books. I'm extremely thin because my foster mom doesn't feed me, and I'm a little on the big side in certain areas. My favorite animal is a wolf. I also like unicorns and monsters. I'm not afraid of ghosts or vampires, but I am afraid of Clowns, zombies, spiders, Michelo Chariot, Shirley Lane, and Bunny Higgins. Oh, and pop stars from 1990's and 2000AD scare me too. For instance, why does that crazy blond want all that silicon in her body? Why do pop stars wear too much makeup? I don't wanna be like them. I wanna write books.maybe be a teacher. But right now I have a less than flattering job(I won't go into detail). I also am a pretty good boxer. Maybe I'll be a boxing instructor/writer. Or I'll write books about boxing and train young up and coming boxers. Whatever. Anyway, I have a boyfriend who lives in Neo Japan, his name is D.J., he's a real catch. He's the son of Domon Kasshu, you know, the guy who won the 13th gundam fight? So D.J. is sooo cool! He's really nice to me and he's funny and he's also good- looking. Those qualities are hard to come by in the same man. I think I'll marry D.J. and also do all the other crap I wrote about. I like to read poems as well as the other stuff I mentioned. Edgar Allen Poe is a cool writer from AD. He wrote two of my favorite poems, "Annabelle Lee" and "The Raven".
I go to a private school where you need to wear uniforms. The other girls make fun of me because I like to write poems and I've "got my head in the clouds". The boys sexually harass me. I'm gonna sue the school soon. It's really not fair. I wonder if schools were like this before the colonies were made. I'll bet they were. Jerks will be jerks, no matter what time period you're in.
I'm gonna write my favorite poem down so I never forget it.
"All that lives of legendry,
Beauty, magic, mystery,
Gentleness and purity
Dwells in me.
I no mate,
No kin have know,
None may claim me as his own
One is one and all alone
It must be.
Through their
Weariness and woe
Men have sometimes seen me go
Felt the winds from Eden blow,
Suddenly!
Though they hunt with spear and horn
Knowing life cannot be borne
If they have no unicorn,
I am free,
Though they kill and weep to see
Beauty's symbol,
Ended be, one is one
And lives in me to eternity."
It's called "the unicorn" and I don't know who wrote it. It's a beautiful poem. I really don't think I'm that pretty. I've got my dad's pointy nose and pointy chin. I don't like it. Anyway, I'm going to run away with D.J., we're going to elope. Well, I haven't asked him yet, but I think he'd like to. I know I'd love to. Even though I'm fourteen, I want to have a baby. I don't know why. Maybe because then Shirley would kick me out because I'd be useless. She sells me to older men for a few nights depending on how much they pay her. I hate it. I love D.J., if I ever have a baby; I want it to be his. Of course, it's not that easy. But like I said, I've got a nice body and pretty eyes, so I'm sure he loves me.
"Sometimes I wonder why things can't be simple.
Will these scars ever heal?
Why do I want to die?
Do I?
How should I know?
Maybe I'm an illusion.
An angel?
A demon?
A fairy?
A monster?
A ghost?
I.just don't feel real.
My flesh is cold.
My body is chilled.
I feel so dead."
Beautiful. I worked so hard on that poem. I wrote it myself. If my life ended tomorrow, I wouldn't be happy. I want to die in D.J.'s arms. I can't die unless I die like that, I won't let myself. I swear.
I've waited so long for my prince, he's finally come. His name is D.J. , but he doesn't know that I'm a pitiful servant and love slave who isn't even paid. Would he still love me if he knew?
"I don't know
what words I can say,
the wind has a way,
to talk to me.
flowers sleep,
a silent lullaby,
I pray for reply, I'm ready.
Quiet.day..calms me,
O serenity, someone, please
Tell me,
Mmmm, what is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day."
Hmmm.I wish I wasn't so dysfunctional..maybe, I'm not.then again, maybe I am.
Why can't life ever be simple? Please let it all end. Please.ohhhhh god, please.