Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tightrope

I was kidnapped into the circus at a young age, after the ringmaster saw me crossing a river flooding and gushing with water. I stretched the rope over it, first lassoing a tree on the other side, and made my way over the rapids. I must have been quite a sight, but I was only trying to find a quick way back home.

I could feel eyes on me, when I was halfway across there, and it gave me such a start I nearly fell. I dared not glance back, but my balance was shaky as I made my way across. Upside-down , the blood rushing to my head, my hands gripping the rope. This is the simplest way across, the safest way, and also the way that drew the most cheers when I was under the hot lights of the big top, the crowds below me. They were distracting, and I always found the noise made me a little nervous, although I grew used to these endless streams of faces, the endless towns, another show. In my sparkly tutu and sheer tights, I could feel the fixation of the crowd below me. At first it was exciting, when I grew used to having something to look forward to again, after the worst shock of the harsh separation from my home wore on. As I grew older, into a woman with no lover, only faraway stranger’s faces, I began to see this as a kind of courtship, false and one-sided, and that I captivated many. To what end? But it gave me comfort to think that I was part of somebody’s imagination and fantasy.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a magical princess. She was made of an explosive nuclear energy and although small, she was explosive, dangerous, and filled with a energy so brilliant it consumed everything around her. She was lonely so she plucked a feather from the ground and infused it with her energy. There it would hover above her head on the wind, and tell her stories, of the faraway lands it could see when carried up by the breeze.

The princess was entertained, but she soon grew more lonely thinking of these places which she longed to go to.

One day upon the banks of a swamp, she came upon a flightless bird. The bird hoped as it swooped towards a bird, flapping its wings awkwardly. But its big body could not get beyond the ground for more than a few seconds. The princess had an idea.
“I will tie this feather to you, and then you can fly above the clouds”. So she tied the feather to the bird. “Return and tell me what you find”, she told him.

The princess waited but he did not return, and she sat by the banks of the swamp. Bored, she shot a ray of energy across the swamp, and was amazed to find it formed a bridge.

She crossed the bridge, and found on the other side a old man. He had a walking cane, and shaky feet. “Once, many years ago, I came out here to see what I could find. Now, I am old and tired and I want to go back home.” He saw the bridge, and the princess was happy that he could get home. But her magical bridge would not hold up, and halfway across, she heard it crack. “Wait!” cried the princess as she shot out another ray, but it was too late. The bridge collapsed and the old man drowned.

Filled with sadness, the princess wandered down the hill by the old man’s shack. “I can’t do any good” she thought. “Maybe the bird with my feather is dead too”.

She walked for many days, and came upon a family camping out by the edge of the woods. “We’ve lost our matches, and can’t light a fire for our dinner” they said, disappointed. The princess knew her energy could start the fire, but she thought “no, my energy is too dangerous. I shouldn’t do anything”. So she left them in the cold and went on.

After some time, she came across a house covered in rubble. “a landslide has hit our house.” A distressed woman said. “Can you help me sort through it and find my belongings?” The princess knew her energy could move the rubble, but she knew it was too dangerous to use. “No, I can’t do it” she said, and she went on her way, leaving the woman crying.

Later, she came upon a caravan in the woods. She could hear the howls of the animals from far way, and when they stopped for a break at night, she approached it, curious. An elephant in a little cage saw her. “We have been captured by the poachers, “, “Can you help us find a way out of here?” “No”, said the princess, “I can’t help you”. “please don’t leave us here”, said a tiger. “ They will kill us and sell our body parts”. “I can’t help,” said the princess. “I’m so sorry. Once I used my powers, and they killed somebody,. I can’t risk using them again”. “But how can you leave us?” the elephant said “we will die if you don’t do anything.”

The princess wanted a way to help without using her powers, but there was no way. She slunk back into the woods, to where they were thickest and darkest, and prepared to grown old alone.

One day as she sat at the window brooding, a shape came down from the sky, and as it descended she saw it was the bird. “Bird! Is it really you?” The princess could not contain her joy. “I thought that you were dead” she said, and burst into tears.

"The elephant told me his story”, the bird said “what happened to you?” “
I will grow old in the dark” the princess said, “because I am too dangerous, and I don’t want to hurt anyone else”. “But you helped me” said the bird. "Before, I spent the day hungry, chasing after worms that were too fast for me. Now I fly to many exotic kingdoms, and have dined at many sumptuous bouquets. I have helped many people and without you, that wouldn’t have happened either.” “I am happy for it.” Said the princess, “still, I am doomed to live here forever. I can’t live with the guilt. If harm comes to the elephant or the tiger, or if forces of nature destroy the woman’s house, it is the way of the world. But I can’t be the one to cause pain.” “Yes, but right now it is like you are already dead” said the bird. And the princess had to admit that he was kind of right, so she ran to the place where the caravan was. And her energy helped many and hurt many, and she grew to she visited far-off kingdoms, and she grew to be loved and hated. And she was never lonely again, The End.