One day, the mirror broke. The Princess, lost in thoughts, missed a step and nearly tripped. In an attempt to break her fall, she dropped everything from her hands to be able to grab on to the nearest thing. In her right hand had been a hair brush, old and battered, and in her left … More Vampa’s Tales | One Day The Mirror Broke
One day, the Princess stopped singing. And with each day that passed, her castle grew a little quieter, darker, colder. Sadder. More lifeless. Like a virus that spread itself all over the castle. The changes happened imperceptibly slow, so much so that the Princess would never even have noticed them at all, if not for … More Vampa’s Tales | One Day The Princess Stopped Singing
if my life were a fairy talewould you read it?with a castle and a kinga princess and a queenwith witches and magicin which even the devilmay appear(sometimes) if my life were my lifebut only written differentwould you pick up its bookand flick the pages one by one? or would you leaveit lying on a shelfall … More Poem | fairytale
rather late than neverbusy days fueled by lovetime frozen in ice yethearts graced by warmth a message big in words so smallhappy holidays to you all!
As I crouch down on my knees, I pinch myself for the so-manieth time. Involuntarily, because it’s not my intention to jam my hand into a pile of LEGO. But hey, I go where love takes me. And today that is to the floor, accompanied by heaps of LEGO in plastic containers – one of … More Personal | The In-Loves
i used to have a headfull of stories leadby relentless imaginationunlimited destination yet all has faded paleby this wonderful new talefor it rings not false but truethat my finest story is you
“Do I look hungry to you?” Unaware of the rhetorical side of my question, my Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine (ugh, I keep forgetting how I abbreviated it before and I don’t want to be inconsistent 🙈) scrutinises me. And before I can hit her with the clou of my joke, she actually answers: “Above all … More Personal | Hungry Looks
darknesstoys with my inner joyimprobable meets futile escapethe only way out is to go all inbreak through for a breakthroughengulfed in bright red poppy flowersi let my inner storm build a way outto form a way in forsunlight
It’s the first time in months that I’ve done a full workout and something snappy is wreaking havoc in my lower back. I especially feel it in the shower, when reaching down to those lower body parts (my toes, you pervert!) turns into a challenge larger than the actual workout. I don’t understand what Jay … More Personal | Inner Voices
i could filllibraries with theincessant words thatmy inner voicesuse against me but i chooseselective reading overself-damaging novelsand keep authoringpersonal fairy tales
Elle Vampa 