It was for a class on symbolism, and when I said the word everyone in class immediately hissed. One boy even dropped his human guise and revealed his true bat-thing form, and broke a window trying to escape (the panic I felt at that moment was worse than when I saw Colem die for the first time; I may have had a panic attack)
Apparently, Illumination is the name of the rival town that everyone in Misery utterly despises, even the town itself.
In every conversation I had, they would talk about Misery and Illumination as if they were two living entities. But I couldn't dig deep into that, since everyone had some kind of spiel about how much Illumination sucked, or how Illumination was the worst, and different variations that gave the same sentiment.
"This isn't magic. This is the dark science--it's perfectly quantifiable.
....It's mostly quantifiable."
~Said by a cheerleader to a goth girl on how to summon a star god for their sociology project
The Net was shut down today, which was inconvenient since everyone had some kind of project due.
So a girl with pink hair took the router and drew a circle around it with black sand (she carries a bag of it with her at all times....apparently). She whispered something to it, spat on it, then plugged it back in. Everyone had wifi immediately after.
She still won't tell me what she did.
It has been three months since my family relocated to Misery, a town sequestered somewhere in the Northern Rock Coast.
And I will be the first to say it--this town should not exist.
Misery is a hub of supernormal activity. Danger stalks the night, and bloodsuckers watch their prey from the shadows. Spirits and invisible men walk amongst bakers and businessmen. Anything can be anything, and nothing is as it seems.
Out of the ordinary events happen on an hourly basis, and yet the townfolk are not only completely aware of this, they have embraced this.
Unfortunately, no one has ever tried to explain this weirdness; they've made their peace with and grown up with it.
So I've taken it upon myself to look at this town with fresh eyes. Through study and interviews, I will share what I've learned with you. Ask me anything; as long as the information gets out to the rest of the world, nothing is off limits.
Time stopped.
For a few hours actually.
I only know this because a few of the townsfolk and I were able to move around in this frozen world. Apparently this is a regular occurence, and a few were excited (mostly retail workers and a few of my fellow students) while others saw it as a nuisance.
I noticed that it was only humans that moved around in the frozen world--I could approach angels and demons with no repercussions, or I could see a mermaid in mid arc; I could even catch up to the elusive peacock that runs around my neighborhood.
According to Lucas, the boy who wears welding gloves everywhere, the time stop is for those born under certain constellations. Which one is on a cycle, and apparently its the Dancer’s turn.
Most people use the opportunity to cut class or steal from the convenience store; the more responsible ones use the time to catch up on their work.
I....used it to read. I had a lot of books to catch up on, and hours of time that didn’t pass? Of course I abused it.
As school ended and all of the students left their respective buildings, a murder of crows descended and swarmed around a random student, carrying her away. No one seemed to register what was happening, even as she struggled and and kicked and screamed for help.
When I asked Julia what the fuck just happened, she informed me "That's just Margo. This happens every day."
i really enjoy learning about misery and hope to get the chance to read more about it :)
Thank you. Spread the word--people need to know about this place. ((For real though, thank you~))
The girl who lives with Micah Prince. He doesn't have a sister, so....a friend? A cousin? A girlfriend?
For some reason, I cannot remember this girl. Beyond this blog, I also keep a journal with me in case I get hacked or something gets corrupted.
I have four seperate journal entries about her. Nothing about a name, or anything weird--just how I've seen her around.
No one seems to know who this girl is, and when I asked Micah he agressively said "Don't worry about it," and left it at that.
I remember intending to approach the girl and ask but....nothing. I can't seem to remember her.
I'm making this post now in hopes to remember. Focusing on her seems to stop....whatever this is, but the instant I get distracted....
I had to write this post, dear readers, five times. That's how quickly I forgot this girl.
The moon was bright and full, visible even as the waning sunlight cast a purple glow on the remaining clouds.
I watched as they drifted lazily around the celestial body, and soon they covered its face, cutting off its light.
This was a mistake.
A single blade of red light fell to the ground , slicing its way through the offenders.
The clouds screamed; not an audible one, mind, but one you heard with your very soul. Scarlet bled into the clouds, creating a beautiful corpse. The moon stared at the town of Misery like a bloodshot eye.
I stared at the spot where the light fell, and I shudder to think of what would happen if it had fallen on someone.
The stars themselves cower from the moon, their light dimming to avoid offending it.
It rained today. This doesn't sound odd enough for Misery; it isn't.
It's what happened in the rain that concerns me.
Micah Prince, heart throb of MSAA according to Julia, and a man of many secrets, is the only one in my neighborhood with a fence. No one knows why this is. Nor do the Princes care, since the fence is grimy, warped, and has no upkeep at all.
Perhaps this is why.
When the rain struck the fence, runoff revealed two different messages.
The first was: "Q xuqhj veh q xuqhj. Q iekb veh q iekb." Running it through a few ciphers (as I did with most cryptic messages like this), revealed, when using Rot16: "A heart for a heart. A soul for a soul."
The second message didn't need translating. It simply said "If you love someone, you have to be prepared to kill them."
When the rain stopped and the fence dried, the messages disappeared.
A compendium of the horrifically fantastic going-ons of a small town
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