A friend informed me the other day that many of you dreos have no idea what I am talking about half the time. This post is to clarify.
dreo............................a normal, non-magickal, regular human being. Not faerie, sprite, nympth, water sierr, or anything else.
frea..............................your family, those crazy people you live with, who get on each other's nerves but love each other deep down.
meka.........................sister - perharps one of the most annoying members of your frea. And also one of your closest.
deka..........................brother - also one of the most annoying/closest members of a frea.
Marrie.....................mother, the one who often embarasses you in front of your friends in her suave attempt to be 'hip'. You probably love her very much.
Darrie.....................father, perhaps even MORE embarassing than your Marrie. Do not arm with whoopie cushion.
Pe-.........................prefex meaning 'step', as in 'my pemeka is crazy' or 'my peDarrie is so immature'.
Faerra...................kind of like a government, a group of faeries who make the rules and decisions and are often misguided.
Now it should be easier, dreos!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Another Excert from a Faerie Story
Samiera was a faerie. I was, actually, rather friendly with her. She lived in the woods of the same small town that the family lived in. Her family and friends had cast her out because the Faerra had proclaimed her evil. It was a well-known fact that she wanted revenge upon them for this. It is a lonely life, being an Aikrn faerie. The Faerra had taken her power of miaer, that is, hypnosis.
Her meka Sakria had tried desperately to save her. “Marrie, please! Samiera has done no wrong. That Faerra has made a mistake, else they’re just plain dreos. Sasierra is no more evil than you or I. And if the Faerra really think that she is, they’re no better than the common dreo.”
Her Marrie replied sharply, “Watch your tongue! The Faerra are never wrong. They are much more powerful than any other faerie. If you are heard speaking that way about them amongst the faeries, you will be case out alongside her. Is that what you want? Our kind looks up to them.”
And so, Samiera’s Marrie and Darrie agreed with the Faerra. Sakria knew her meka was not evil. They were close in age, and had grown up together.
According to folklore, Sakria died shortly after Sasierra’s Aikrn ceremony. They say she died of a broken heart because she was unable to save her older meka.
And so Samiera lived her difficult life that had been thrust upon her. She missed her frea dearly; her Marrie’s gentle voice, her Darrie’s strong hands, and above all, her meka’s happy spirit. All this had been ripped away from her by the Faerra.
The Faerra.
Her meka Sakria had tried desperately to save her. “Marrie, please! Samiera has done no wrong. That Faerra has made a mistake, else they’re just plain dreos. Sasierra is no more evil than you or I. And if the Faerra really think that she is, they’re no better than the common dreo.”
Her Marrie replied sharply, “Watch your tongue! The Faerra are never wrong. They are much more powerful than any other faerie. If you are heard speaking that way about them amongst the faeries, you will be case out alongside her. Is that what you want? Our kind looks up to them.”
And so, Samiera’s Marrie and Darrie agreed with the Faerra. Sakria knew her meka was not evil. They were close in age, and had grown up together.
According to folklore, Sakria died shortly after Sasierra’s Aikrn ceremony. They say she died of a broken heart because she was unable to save her older meka.
And so Samiera lived her difficult life that had been thrust upon her. She missed her frea dearly; her Marrie’s gentle voice, her Darrie’s strong hands, and above all, her meka’s happy spirit. All this had been ripped away from her by the Faerra.
The Faerra.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
World Crash
World's coming to an end, you know
This time has come, the time to grow
Away from cozy feelings secure
And find yourself a life of pure
Leave behind your troubled mind
And think of what you need to find
Forget your school or social life
Forget your job and forget your strife
When the dreo child cries
The perfect parents tell sweet lies
Not the time has come to see
What the world will really be.
Heart of peaceful longing
Or of someone's belonging
Whatever is holding you down
Shove it away lest you should drown
Hold your head high up right
Tell them you'll put up a fight
And feel your different special sight.
This time has come, the time to grow
Away from cozy feelings secure
And find yourself a life of pure
Leave behind your troubled mind
And think of what you need to find
Forget your school or social life
Forget your job and forget your strife
When the dreo child cries
The perfect parents tell sweet lies
Not the time has come to see
What the world will really be.
Heart of peaceful longing
Or of someone's belonging
Whatever is holding you down
Shove it away lest you should drown
Hold your head high up right
Tell them you'll put up a fight
And feel your different special sight.
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