Emilie is singing to Poe's Haunted Album...

There are a couple ways you can contact me...
As you can see from my Blog activity, I am on Tribe frequently, so you can message me here.
Sunday-Thursday 6am-3pm I am on Yahoo! Messenger
ScreenName: something_wyqued
I am also reachable in email by the same screen name @yahoo.com
I'm always up for chatting, so hollar at me and I may just poke you back!

-Emilie

"Little girl screams, dolls with ripped seams, and broken down dreams, that is what wyqued girls are made of..."

I am 25, a first year graphic design student, and a second year computer sciences student. This is my second round in college, my first proved unproductive, unless you count so many history and literature classes they may as well give me a masters. I have way too many projects, way too many pets, and way too much imagination. I don't often finish things I start. My house is a complete mess if I don't make a conscious effort to keep it under control. I am artistic in any way I choose to be (writing, fine art, graphic, music, theatre, etc.). I have a good group of "real life" friends who make fun of me often; it keeps me level headed. I read constantly (although, most recently it's been programming books). My alcoholic drink of choice is vodka mixed with anything yummy; I throw up at the smell of tequila. I love broccoli. I spontaneously become vegetarian at random points of the year. I don't know what I want in life, but I know it's something huge. I have a very chaotic energy, and I never, EVER, take myself seriously.

It won't be easy. I won't let it be. You don't seem to understand; all that is good in her, all that is sweet and kind and caring, has been taken advantage of. The moon and I are sisters, I am the eternal darkness to her eternal light. Together we hold the gates to her dark and her light, and you cannot have one without the other.
Be warned, here and now. You will face unimaginable nightmares, horrors you never thought you would see. You will spend an eternity within the very pits of hell, just to prove you are worthy to gaze upon a heart so pure.
So then, I tell you, if you think you are man enough, step into the dark...and don't you DARE close your eyes...
-The Queen...

A small girl ran across the stones that peaked above the level of the river rushing onward to who knows where. She would often sit by the river on summer days, wondering where it ran to, and where it stopped, in some magical faery-land, filled with what dreams are made of. But not today, today was for better things.
Her little legs carried her across the river, up the slope of the bank, and across the field where the wildflowers now wilted; it was a week before school started - she would be in the 6th grade - and already Alice had ruined her new school shoes and one of the new dresses her mother had bought her. It had come from tripping into the water or falling as she fell, leaving grass stains on her dress and stockings. Alice ran further, to the edge of the woods and stopped. She had never been this far before, and she looked back over her shoulder as if waiting for some approval. It came in the form of a small black kitten with a purple collar around it's neck; as the kitten ran to meet her mistress the little silver tag that read Dina jingled, signaling her presence.
"So, what do you think Dina, shall we go on further?" Alice picked up the kitten, which blended in with Alice's black hair. Dina crawled up onto Alice's shoulder and burrowed into the nap of her neck, getting tangled in the black tresses before Alice was able to put her down, now having to put up a great struggle to get the kitten to let go. But Dina did, as she always does, and though reluctant to be set down upon the ground again, gave a reassuring squeak, which was all Alice needed to proceed into the forest.
It was much darker in the forest, the sunlight suffocated by the twists and crooks of the trees that reached well beyond what Alice could see. Everything seemed much more treacherous in the woods, glowing eyes appearing from under moss covered logs, trees reaching out to snag her burgundy dress or trip her unsure footing, even the sounds, muffled and sinister. Alice had gone a good way into the forest, easing her nerves, but she came to a point, and she stopped. Nothing had happened, nothing had frightened her, but a little voice whispered to her - You shouldn't be here. Alice stood still for a moment, taking in surroundings, trying to judge where she was. All it took was a snap of a stick to her right to set her screaming, running off into an unknown direction. When she had finally stopped, she didn't know which way she had gone, or which way was out, and Dina was no where to be found. Alice called out to her, but she couldn't even hear the jingle of Dina's collar.
Another snap was heard behind Alice, and quickly she whipped around, and was confronted by something black and furry in her face. For a moment her heart skipped a beat, Dina, but it all together stopped once Alice was able to focus on what was so close to her. Not her precious Dina, but a large black rabbit, standing on two legs, with a black top hat, a monocle and a small pinstripe waistcoat complete with black gloves. He seemed just as suprised to see her.
"I'm late," he said, taking a watch from his waistcoat pocket. He opened it, and as he looked at the time his ears twitched in dissatisfaction. "I'm late," he said again, bounding off.
It took the barest of moments for Alice to surpass her confusion and run after the rabbit - he may know the way out. The rabbit was quite fast, and it was all Alice could do to keep up with him, her little legs running as fast as they could. "Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit, please wait. Do you know the way out of the forest?" Alice called behind him. The rabbit in the top hat never responded to her questions, and the further they went the more questions and requests Alice made. "Mr. Rabbit, please slow down." The deeper they went the darker it got, and the trees with their leafless branches reached down their skeleton hands to clutch at Alice's hair and dress. It was too late, their souls were unrestrained, free from the hands from which they grew. Noises, besides the tromping of Alice became much more eerie, and Alice grew more afraid. Just as she was about to ask the rabbit another question, he disappeared. Alice stopped in her tracks, looking this way and that, trying to find where he went. Whispers from the dark frightened her, their voices though soft, echoed deep within the woods, calling her, drawing her.
Then, Alice was falling, falling into darkness, almost a sickly weightlessness.
Suddenly, cold and wet hit Alice's body. Black water filled her mouth and lungs and she struggled for breath, kicking her legs furiously trying to break surface. Her chest hurt, and her eyes stung as her body wretched, wanting to draw in air that wasn't there, and it took everything for Alice to keep her mouth closed and her nose plugged least she take in more black water that weighed down her hair and her dress. Just when she could bare it no longer, when she finally gave up and opened up her mouth to get the water in, her head broke the surface and she sucked in the rank air. The air forcing itself into her lungs hurt so badly she cried out. Alice just float there for a while, letting the water wash over her body. She didn't care anymore, she just let everything happen. After a few moments her head hit something hard, and the pain knocked her back to reality. She twisted in the water and saw an edge. Numb fingers did their best to grab at the concrete, but it took several tries before Alice could maneuver her cold fingers to grasp the edge and pull herself onto the concrete. She lay there for a moment, relishing in the wonder of staying still, of not moving.
It was the flicker of the florescent lights that caught her attention. Up overhead she could see a long row of the blinding lights lined down a hall. She turned over onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto her knees. What met her gaze…Alice had never seen anything like it. A never-ending, white hallway. Overhead were the florescent, shorting now and then. Lining the hallway walls were thousands upon thousands of doors with little windows into them near the top. The doors were locked by wrought iron gates bolted in front of them, as though the horrors behind the doors needed something besides a mere door holding them in their separate hells.
Alice shakily got to her feet. Her paten vinyl shoes wrapped upon the concrete floor, the only sound that met her ears. She stood on tiptoes to try and look in the windows on the doors, her little hands grasping the cold iron for leverage; she was too short. It was just as well.
It was a long time before Alice was met with something new. The hallway continued on, but all of a sudden, it also branched off the sides, giving her three options to choose from. She looked down each of them, but they just looked the same. On a whim, Alice decided to turn left and she proceeded down the hallway of ever flickering lights. After a few more turns, she came to a dead end, but at the dead end one of the gates was flung open, and the door was ajar. Tentatively, she walked closer, and peaked in through the crack of the door. It was another hallway, leading to a much smaller door. Alice saw the black rabbit in the pinstripe waistcoat down at the very end. He opened the door.
"Mr. Rabbit!" Alice croaked as she flung the door open and ran towards the rabbit's fleeting figure. "Mr. Rabbit, please wait! Please, help me, I don't know how to get out."
The rabbit turned and seemed to note her for a moment, then turned back and shut the door behind his tail with a click. Alice reached the door and saw it was actually very small and the hallway she thought she was in was just a room. She wouldn't even be able to fit her head through the door, how did the rabbit get through? She tried to open it and found it was locked. Defeated she rested her back against the wall, slid down, and with her head on her knees she cried. She didn't notice the glass table that appeared out of nowhere for quite some time.