Sorry (╯︵╰,)

Some apologetic eye candy!

Dear people,

As you probably know, I posted the first part of a short story of mine the other day. I've had the basic idea for ages, and I'm super pleased that I've gotten to share it with you people!!

Sadly, I think it will be awhile until the next instalment. Not like, I'm moving to a hut in Cambodia for six months awhile, but maybe a few weeks. I'm moving house soon, my studies are getting pretty intense, and I've had a really bad week, you know? By mid-May the first two things should be fine.

I mean, the five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Thus, part two of my story will have to be anger, but I'm not sure that I'm in the right headspace for that right now. I think that waiting is better than forcing a sub par product, right?

I mean, I'll probably try to do a few light posts about origami and stuff, but the story will have to wait for now, ok? Hopefully, I'll be settled soonish, and my study deadlines are all due in early May.

Take care, all of you wonderful human beings!

The Five Stages of Grief, in Hell, With Mermaids, Part One: Denial

Two sisters are standing by the mouth of a cave. They are having an argument.
Dreamchild, the younger one, was born halfway through an unfortunate spiritual phase of her parents. She loathes her name and has christened herself Sadie. She dresses with care. Dream-Sadie wears the finest exercise clothing her allowance can buy; her face is covered with arguably too much foundation. Her bleached blond hair is scraped into a high ponytail; her arms are covered with bangles from Claire’s. Dreamchild, or rather, Sadie, is in her early teens. There is a four-year age difference her and her sister. 
Her older sister’s hair is loose and wavy; her eyes are lined with kohl. She wears skirts which are long and flowing, her nose is pierced like a pig's, and she has been vegan for eight whole entire days. Her name is Holly, and she is partaking in an unfortunate spiritual phase of her own.