Echoes of gardens by me

 I came up with an idea for a new story. 

I do not know what I want to do with my original idea. 

It’s not a Hollywood idea. 

There was once a great king. He had a daughter. He loved the princess more than anything. The king was busy. He had no time to talk to his prized daughter. Only time for his prized business to make as much money as possible. 

The king would give his beautiful daughter piles of gold and all the beautiful dolls. 

One day he realized that when he came home from business, the best gift to himself was to hear his beautiful princess speak. Music to his ears. 

So the king had a composer and a tinker make a set of jewelry boxes for the princess. Each box played beautiful music when it was opened. 

Each box also displayed a new beautiful scent when played. While the music played a different flower or sweet filled the room. One smelled like rose while another smelled like vanilla.

When the princess was a teenager she met a boy who caught her full attention. 

The princess wanted to share with the young man how he made her feel. She got the composure to write a beautiful piece of music. She invited the boy over to hear it professionally performed.

He did not understand.

It broke the princess' heart because she thought he didn't like it. 

The king wanted to know what broke her heart.

The king read the princess' diary. She found the words to paint a stained glass display of her pain. 

The king realized that he never taught her to talk to others. Only to buy affection. 

So he taught her to speak in silence with sign. 

The princess finally spoke to the young man and he finally understood. He felt the same way. 

Happy early card day

I'm not in love yet. I just wanted to say Happy early Valentine's Day tomorrow.

I found some neat art online for the oh so happy occasion.

New Material only for me

I wrote a short story idea. It sounds like a poem.

I started decorating my journal and my notebook with stickers and vintage Valentine's.

Here are the story ideas:

And the pictures.

They chose their flight.

Waving their flag

Instead of

Pronouncing their dead.

They gave them prosthetic jobs in an honor they never bled.

Gaging the innocent and pronouncing me dead.

She's got lies to build up her might. 

She fakes it and cheats to win a fight.

The mocking bird despair of the accused asylum.

More then enough deception. 

Give her an unearned 

Purple Heart 

She's not that smart,

She threw her soul away 

Just to go through Salem Massachusetts on Halloween night in 1692.

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There was a fairy princess who had a witch for a sister. The witch would use mind control to play dolls with her victims. Like a ventriloquist puppet show. The victims were gambles. When they found out the witch was manipulating their lives and destroying them for her own entertainment, they put a death warrent on her head.