Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! Last week’s baking went really well. I wasn’t entirely sure how the Golden Orange Cupcakes would turn out but they turned out really well and are delicious. There’s just enough citrus that you can taste it but not so much it feels like you’re eating orange juice outside of a glass. I think this week’s baking is going to be the Irish Apple Pie I have planned; I’ll let you know how that one goes as well as a potential experiment.
This week’s question: Using 10 words, describe yourself. This is actually difficult as while I’m self-assured, I find it hard to talk about myself. Ten words: unique, smart, clever, quiet, even-tempered, caring, kind, ambitious, artistic, musical. That was about as hard as I thought it would be. I struggled coming up with 10 words. It’s like I know I can do anything that I set my mind to, I’m self-assured but talking about myself is difficult for me to do. It’s like there’ s a block in my mind for ‘bragging’ on myself.
What are 10 words or less that you would use about yourself? I’m really curious about this one.
This week’s writing: This one got away from me just a bit.
We stopped walking in the woods that summer. There’s no way I’m going back in those woods after what happened. Not when I know he’s still there; and even maybe she’s still around. She, being my twin sister, that is. Our mother’s never forgiven my brother and me for losing her. It didn’t matter how many times we told her the truth, she never believed us. As far as she’s concerned, we were negligent and lost our twin sister. Doesn’t she realize it tortures us every day to go from three to two? Dad gets it but he grew up around here, he knew the rumors around the woods. The rumors that no one ever believed were true but remained wary around the woods just in case they were. The ones talking about a monster that resided in those woods, the woods that Eliza, Elijah and I can now say for sure is real, even if next to no one believes us. I still remember the glowing red eyes watching us as we ran, the white claws gleaming in the moonlight as they ripped Eliza’s heart out. I still have nightmares about Eliza then getting up, hole in her chest still spewing blood, pupils becoming slits as they began glowing an eerie green. Her mouth opened wide, showing sharp fangs matching her creator as they both chased Elijah and I through the woods. The only reason Elijah and I didn’t join Eliza was we managed to reach the edge of the woods just as the monster’s claws began to reach around Elijah’s neck. For whatever reason, that I will forever be grateful for, the woods’ edge is the monster’s boundary. He cannot leave the woods, and nor can the creature that was once our twin sister.
It’s been a few years and Elijah and I have both yet to be back to those woods, even going so far as to both move thousands of miles away over the ocean to the States. We’ve stuck together, never abandoning one another. Mother has yet to speak to us since we’ve become legalized Americans, she considers losing Eliza in the woods one betrayal, exchanging our British citizenship, even though we technically didn’t, for American citizenship, another. Dad keeps us up to date as he understands. I think he wishes he’d done the same before the three of us were born, left that small town at least, as he’s quite proud of his British heritage. So are we, really, we just couldn’t deal with the nightmares in such close proximity and as we’ve made the USA our home, it only made sense to become legal citizens.
The nightmares will never leave and even now, I fear Eliza and her master will come for us, even all these miles of land and water between us. Elijah feels the same, nightmares haunting him as well. © Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: Once upon a time, you were a little girl (or boy) with Big Dreams that you promised you’d make real one day. Don’t Disappoint Yourself. #MondayMotivation
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