"Snippets of Cinnamon Paige" - intro and brief snippets from my manuscript, "The Journal of Cinnamon Paige, Un-Death by Chocolate"
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Each night as I lay my head down to sleep, I try to nurture pleasant thoughts in the hope that they will stay with me until dawn. But the happy images that I am able to summon, disappear quicker than a politician’s promises, and I am left with a darkness that clings to me like bitter treacle, until daylight.
The gentle pitter-patter of rain that would once have been like a lullaby to me, and would have conjured up images of jewels dancing against my window pane, soothing me into the folds of sleep’s gentle embrace, now assaults my senses with the subtlety of spent bullets. The raindrops turn into a monsoon of blood…and drench my mind with monstrous memories…
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As far as I’m concerned you basically have two choices. You can either take me or leave me; that’s what I say. I’ll get by just fine whichever you choose.
I think it’s because of the way that I look, and the things that I like, that I kind of inadvertently chose to be an outsider. I’m not saying that it was totally intentional, or otherwise, but I’ve always been a little bit of an introvert, feeling most comfortable when in my own company and the company of a close circle of family and friends.
Some people tend to assume that I’m a Goth. Some people think that I’m more of an Emo. I used to think that was a flightless bird from New Zealand until my mum explained what it meant. I don’t like being categorised or labelled. Labels are for food as far as I’m concerned. If I’d wanted to be labelled, I’d have gotten a barcode tattooed on my forehead.
I don’t consider myself to be neither a Goth nor an Emo. I don’t self-harm, I don’t hate the world and I’m not overly EMOtional. I’m just a quirky, slightly misunderstood girl who enjoys horror movies (classic black and white in particular), scary books (graphic novels especially) and of course that most wonderful time of the year. No, I don’t mean Christmas, silly; although Christmas is pretty awesome. I am of course talking about Halloween, which brings us nicely, or not so nicely as the case may be, to where all this began...
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Also, sharing our home, and our lives with us, is my 3-year-old Siberian Husky, “Duke”. I say “my” as opposed to “our” because I truly believe that Duke and I are kindred spirits. He is the yin to my yang, the egg to my bacon, the cheese to my cracker. You can think of us as Shaggy and Scooby if that makes it any easier for you to grasp.
I love animals, particularly dogs and especially Huskies. They really are like no other dog. It is quite simply the closest thing to having a wolf roaming through your house, other than obviously having a wolf roaming through your house, which let’s face it, is really rather dangerous and totally impractical.
I mean, it’s not like you’d really want a wolf sleeping at the foot of your bed (as cool as that may sound), and you can’t exactly lie on the floor next to a wolf and give it a big hug, can you? Unless of course, you want to lose part of your nose or one of your ears.
Personally, although I don’t consider myself pretty by any stretch of the imagination, I still like to have my nose attached to my face, and I like having an ear at either side of my head. I find them quite useful in that position, and there’s something about the symmetry of having two ears that I find quite pleasing...