|Freak Eden (standard:fantasy, 1313 words)|
|Author: Violet||Added: Jun 14 2002||Views/Reads: 1804/1052||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a girl, a faerie, a secret. joy.|
In the beginning, there was a garden. It was beautiful and green then, bursting with lush, fragrant flowers and fruits. It was Paradise then. But that was the beginning. And this is now. Now the garden has changed. People still think it's paradise, they renamed it after the angels. But it's a different kind of beauty now. Now it's all concrete metal and lights. Now it's all famous people, punk rockers and freaky cults. It's a different kind of paradise now. Freak Eden. My name is Delilah. My parents named me after that bible story... you know. The one where Delilah cuts off all of Samson's hair to take away his power. My own hair is presently dyed pink... a shade of fuchsia my mother says is Mab-like. I do not know what this means. Maybe it's a good thing. “Oh, you can ruin your hair like that, darling,” She says with a backward glance, not particularly caring if my once-strawberry hair all breaks off in clumps because she's late for work, or maybe a date with hr new boyfriend Ben. Parents are just like that sometimes. At school, my only friend is Eden. Like the Siamese twin I never had, Eden is always there. His hair is dyed the same “Mab-like” fuchsia. Sometimes he wears eyeliner like mine, the same black current lipstick I bought in 8th grade from the same lipstick tube. He is beautiful like the garden from where he got his name. But people fear what they don't know, and they could not know him any less. “Hey! Why do you hang out with girls all the time? Is there something we don't know?” Kindergarten boys would snicker. Then when I spat at them, “Even a little girlie's tougher than you, Nancy boy.” Eden stuck daisy chains in his hair and didn't notice. “I am the faerie, you're the evil queen who kidnaps me until I make you good with flowers and light and cupcakes.” The other boys would just laugh as Eden picked up sand and put it in cupcake tins. “For you, my queen.” I pretended to eat the sand, and he would give me daisy chains as the boys cracked up. He's a real fairy all right, they Click here to read the rest of this story (197 more lines)
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