Before I begin, I must apologize for my long absence in the cyber world. Reality's been demanding most of my time. Just when I thought I would never hear from Daffodil anymore, I received a letter.
A red spot on the carpet, it was Frank's. A few days ago, his body was found near the river bank.
The very same day, there was another person in Frank's and Muriel's house. A little girl. Daffodil mentioned that she might be the love child of Frank and Natalie.
The very sight of that little girl made Muriel lost her mind. It was more than just an affair between them. It was not for sex, it was love.
This is Daffodil's thoughts on the case. And what about the little girl, I wonder where is she right now? Is she for real?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
More on Frank
I just learnt of Daffodil's disappearance. Wherever she may be, I wish her well.
The latest I have uncovered from this never ending mystery is about a mirror and the vain ones.
I found these pictures marked in Frank's old copy of the Encyclopedia. I shall tell you a story.
Made them fell in love and later deceived them by seeing the truth.
A kiss to seal the matrimony, later failed them as a witness to the betrayal not spoken but done.
Another witness of undying vows of love spoken later heard Evil that broke them apart.
That smelled everything nice from the start and what was rotten in the end.
The love and hate mechanism made it a tool that was both good and bad.
Frank,
a shadow in the dark.
Of 40 plus, a hypocrite who loves to criticize all the time. Loves everything money can buy, so materialistic. Had a wife, Muriel, whom he abused always. One day he fell for Natalie, unknown to his World.
One summer's day, Muriel took her own life. Only his beloved cat, Sam, and the mirror saw what happened.
Natalie ran away. So did Frank. Unknown to him, he ran to his own Death.
There were none but a little red spot on the carpet. It could be anything. I hope it is not what I fear it could be.
The latest I have uncovered from this never ending mystery is about a mirror and the vain ones.
I found these pictures marked in Frank's old copy of the Encyclopedia. I shall tell you a story.
Made them fell in love and later deceived them by seeing the truth.
A kiss to seal the matrimony, later failed them as a witness to the betrayal not spoken but done.
Another witness of undying vows of love spoken later heard Evil that broke them apart.
That smelled everything nice from the start and what was rotten in the end.
The love and hate mechanism made it a tool that was both good and bad.Frank,
a shadow in the dark.
Of 40 plus, a hypocrite who loves to criticize all the time. Loves everything money can buy, so materialistic. Had a wife, Muriel, whom he abused always. One day he fell for Natalie, unknown to his World.
One summer's day, Muriel took her own life. Only his beloved cat, Sam, and the mirror saw what happened.
Natalie ran away. So did Frank. Unknown to him, he ran to his own Death.
There were none but a little red spot on the carpet. It could be anything. I hope it is not what I fear it could be.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Muriel's Letter
Muriel's Letter, which I have converted to a poem to protect certain people:
Whoever you are,
please come see me,
for I am trapped for eternity,
in my own horrid mind.
Everyday I see,
the evil woman in me,
who ruined a lovely happy story
without any sympathy.
How I envy her,
That ordinary flower,
How can someone like me,
Lose someone like him?
He called me the sweetest poison,
Killing him slowly with no reasons,
My heart breaks,
And never stops to ache...
Effadylia
Whoever you are,
please come see me,
for I am trapped for eternity,
in my own horrid mind.
Everyday I see,
the evil woman in me,
who ruined a lovely happy story
without any sympathy.
How I envy her,
That ordinary flower,
How can someone like me,
Lose someone like him?
He called me the sweetest poison,
Killing him slowly with no reasons,
My heart breaks,
And never stops to ache...
Effadylia
Muriel's Story
This was taken from Muriel's journal:
"The moment I opened my eyes, things around me were all blurry. The room was small and lighted dimly by a candle. There was nothing else in it. I gazed hard at the ceiling, which was badly painted in black. There was a faint light on my left. I assumed it was the exit. I slowly got up and walked to it. I looked for the door handle, there was none.
Then the candle burned out. Darkness surrounded me. I closed my eyes.
This time, when I opened my eyes again, the room was bright. There were mirrors around me. Now, the room was full with me. Even the ceiling. This time, there was no exit. "
She was mentally ill. Her stabbed herself to death with pieces or mirrors.
Muriel was known to be the most beautiful woman in her town. At 19, she married Frank. She loved herself more than she loved Frank. She spent most of her days looking at her own reflection in mirrors.
Reality came her when she found out Frank was having an affair. He blamed her. She blamed her reflections.
Who's to blame?
Daffodil
"The moment I opened my eyes, things around me were all blurry. The room was small and lighted dimly by a candle. There was nothing else in it. I gazed hard at the ceiling, which was badly painted in black. There was a faint light on my left. I assumed it was the exit. I slowly got up and walked to it. I looked for the door handle, there was none.
Then the candle burned out. Darkness surrounded me. I closed my eyes.
This time, when I opened my eyes again, the room was bright. There were mirrors around me. Now, the room was full with me. Even the ceiling. This time, there was no exit. "
She was mentally ill. Her stabbed herself to death with pieces or mirrors.
Muriel was known to be the most beautiful woman in her town. At 19, she married Frank. She loved herself more than she loved Frank. She spent most of her days looking at her own reflection in mirrors.
Reality came her when she found out Frank was having an affair. He blamed her. She blamed her reflections.
Who's to blame?
Daffodil
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Starting Point
Whenever I close my eyes, the nightmare keeps on haunting me. It never stops until I see you, Daffodil.
Where are you now? Out of the blue, you want to let the world knows the truth. How can that be, I wonder.
Daffodil, we are never connected. What made you say so?
They say the moon will have its eclipse, soon.
Where is the starting point? Where are the others?
I doubt it if we can continue.
Sincerely I wish it is never too late.
Effadylia
Where are you now? Out of the blue, you want to let the world knows the truth. How can that be, I wonder.
Daffodil, we are never connected. What made you say so?
They say the moon will have its eclipse, soon.
Where is the starting point? Where are the others?
I doubt it if we can continue.
Sincerely I wish it is never too late.
Effadylia
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