http://www.thelostprincess.com Sun, 28 Feb 2010 08:42:51 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en My sister is in love with a bear. He comes every night to our house, through the snow which he tracks in, big muddy footprints on the rug. We sit by the fireside, Maman and Snow and the Bear and I. The light flickers in her eyes and turns her ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/478 Noone ever forgives us for changing. They want us to be constant as the wind and always wear the same colours but we're not meant to be that way. We're supposed to be a little different each morning when we wake up and I think it's our dreams that do ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/474 "I don't believe in coincidence." Rose said "it's messy and meaningless, a cosmic excuse for anything too difficult to explain." She bit the blade of grass in half, savouring the bittergreen flavour. "Then what do you call it," asked the red haired boy "if it isn't just an accident?" He liked ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/470 This is my shadow, she has a name but I can't tell it to you or you could steal her away and then I would have to wear iron shoes. I keep her in a drawer most of the time, with a brass lock, as polite people do, but sometimes ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/456 Sometimes I wish I were blonde, with thistle down hair that floats on the breeze and wispy brows, and lashes that are barely there. There is something so fragile about pale skin, pale hair, lilac unicorns made in to girls against their will. Then I remember all the brave, proud brunettes. ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/454 It's fire outside, and I'm bottled up in a glass jar, all windows. A little greenhouse. So I close the curtains and lie down on the cool, calm floor. Books flap about me on paper wings, insects in fine print, dizzying. Restless, I pace the room and my toes stick ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/450 In my heart of hearts I am still exactly six years old and, I imagine, always will be. http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/436 http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/430 Once there was a little girl who discovered that she could make herself invisible. It wasn't very hard, most people don't notice little girls anyway. Each day she would go to school, dressed just like everyone else, and she would talk just like everyone else and eat the same things ... http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/422 To those of us who feel very small, each day is a grand adventure. http://www.thelostprincess.com/archives/416