Shadow Space

Katy saw the shadows.  Gremlins, ghouls, dark castles and eyes.  Universe stapled onto universe, dreams flittering across buildings and the streets.  Signs, ephemeral art work from some sixth place, a strange creeping window into spaceless space.  What was she seeing? Did these shadow glimpses occupy her time now, or were they from somewhere else?

Were watching her?

Cacophony

Katy kept hearing the sounds.  Whispers. Sobs. Laughs.  A ticking clock. Bumble bee’s and Death.  Yes, even that.

She was hearing the hidden sounds, all around you.  The noises you can’t hear.

Growing Up

Brittney was growing up.  That’s why she was packing her dolls away.  She was twelve years old, and all the other girls were interested in clothes, and TV, and boys.  That’s why they always made fun of her – because Brittney still watched Disney, and played dress-up, and wasn’t even sure she wanted to grow up.  It was scary.  But things had to change – or she did, just because people don’t like it when someone is different… especially when that someone is a girl.

Brittney sat alone in her room, and put all her toys, and dolls and board-games into a very big cardboard box.  She loved the reds, and yellow’s and green’s of her toys.  They looked so unloved and unhappy just lying there in the shadow of the box, instead of scattered around her room.

Brittney closed the lid, with a sigh, and sat on her bed.  She’d need to put posters of pop stars on her walls; she’d need to start reading girly magazines, and watching more TV.  She looked at the great big box in the middle of the room, and felt very very sad.

‘I won’t throw it away’, she thought to herself.  ‘Instead, I’ll find somewhere to hide it.  Somewhere no one will look’.

Brittney was a smart girl.

Katy And the Barn

The hurricane had come, and it was swallowing everything up… the trees, and houses, the grownups eating at the table, the kids on their tricycles, the people praying in Church.  Katy ran towards the old scary  barn as the sky and ground disappeared behind her.  She leapt at the very last moment, and the great old rusty doors slammed behind her.  Outside, the hurricane howled.  It was dark and musty inside.  She climbed up a ladder, and looked through a window.  There was no wind.  There were no stars.  Katy and the barn were the only things left.  They sat there, in the blackness: at least they had each other.

Katy and the Light

Katy stood in black nothingness.  She couldn’t even see herself.  For all she knew, she was just another part of the dark.  ‘Make a wish, create something’, said a voice from nowhere.

So she had a little think.

‘Let there be light’, she said.  And so the Sun formed, and the Universe was bathed in light.  ‘I’ve become the creator of world’s’, the little girl thought to herself.  But then something else appeared – darkness, and shadow.

‘Erm, what’s that’ asked the little girl, more than a little irritated.

‘You can’t have the light without darkness’, replied the voice.  Katy stamped her foot against a star.  That made things a lot more complicated.

‘They’

They’re in your head you know.  They’re your friends, your parents, you’re mentors.  You read about them in the papers.  You see them on TV.  There’re the ones who tell you who you are, and what you should be.  There’re the ones who say ‘listen to us’.  They’re the ones who look you up and down, pat you on the back, and grin.

‘I don’t think so’, they say.

Things are tough, when you’re not part of the ‘they’.