Carrion's diary entry...o.o again, very hastily written. I liked the idea of him initially using the diary as a means of communication, but I didn't delve into it too much. I've realized that the only way I"ll ever submit anything is by being short and sweet. I don't ever expect to win with this hopscotch mind of mine; I just enjoy trying to think something up for the challenges. Keeps my fingers typing quick at least
NO. I -said- bring me my knife!
Fine, IDIOT, then lend me your pocketknife! You must have one.
WHAT! YOU ARE -MY- SERVENT!
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Of course i understand WHY.
How can I be insolent when my FACE IS LIKE THIS.
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d**n WOMAN.
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How I will kill my Grandmother:
1) Pricking of the eyes and then burning.
2) Strangulation
3)
DON'T BOTHER ME WHEN I'M PLANNING
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This is it, I've sunk to a new low. Writing to myself.
Dear Christopher, you are a fool.
I cannot believe she found all of Boa's letters. They had been hidden so well! And she BURNT THEM ALL!
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Alright, I am composed again. Death threats aside, I feel much better having written a new letter to my future Queen. I'll be sure it is delivered much more stealthily this time round. I might have to get Otto to do it, although he is sure to be opposed.
But I'll break his fingers if I have to.
...I can't believe they're all gone. GONE. Every curly 'q' and heart dotted 'i'...
I do hope she responds quickly. My Night's are restless without her voice in my ears and words in my hands.
Oh yes, (Note: Under the bed is not a good hiding spot.)
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Here's a thought, she can hang by the thread that holds my lips closed. I wonder if it's long enough to break her neck.
I wonder if Boa's gotten my letter yet. Or how long Grandmother is going to keep me like this. I truly am thirsty.
It is an unjust punishment, is it not? I'm starting to feel like the hag is in the wrong here, not I.
It's just a word, Love. Gorgossium didn't split open at the seams when I spoke it. While I am apparently blinded by the beauty of their princess, Day hasn't been massing an army against us.
My heart hasn't been ripped to shreds, and Boa wouldn't ever abandon me; she knows I need her. Where could Grandmother possibly get ideas against that? Boa is the only wonderful thing in my life; I would be nothing without her. I can't let her go.
She would...she would never leave me. She knows how I feel.
She must know.
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She better know.