The Magic Scent
Once upon a
time in a dirty and dark living room an almost ordinary little girl, named Ivy,
was born. Her mother was an ordinary white woman who lived in a small and
filthy apartment. The little girl was beautiful in her own way, but her skin
was, unfortunately for her, black. She didn´t know her father and her mother
didn´t either, because she had been with so many different men that she had
stopped counting.
All she knew was that he was the one she had inherited her skin color from. Ivy and her mother had never tried to find him, because the mother had plenty of men in her life. Ivy didn´t grow up as the other children at her age. She didn´t go to school, because she was told to stay home and do the chores, such as grocery shopping, cleaning and doing the laundry. The only thing keeping her going, was the small talk she had with the boy at her age, living next door. She had never had a longer conversation with him, until one day, when they both was in the basement, to do the laundry. He asked her if she had some soap and she just silent gave him the bottle. He looked her in the eyes, smiled and said to her “thanks, you beautiful girl.”
Ever since, they had this sort of connection, and fire going on.
All she knew was that he was the one she had inherited her skin color from. Ivy and her mother had never tried to find him, because the mother had plenty of men in her life. Ivy didn´t grow up as the other children at her age. She didn´t go to school, because she was told to stay home and do the chores, such as grocery shopping, cleaning and doing the laundry. The only thing keeping her going, was the small talk she had with the boy at her age, living next door. She had never had a longer conversation with him, until one day, when they both was in the basement, to do the laundry. He asked her if she had some soap and she just silent gave him the bottle. He looked her in the eyes, smiled and said to her “thanks, you beautiful girl.”
Ever since, they had this sort of connection, and fire going on.
One day, in
the middle of May. 17 year old Ivy went out for the weekly grocery shopping in
the big city. She walked along the sidewalk looking into windows, dreaming of
all the pretty things in the stores. She always took her time, looking at
wealthy people and expensive cars on the road. She then came by her favorite
shop. The little antique shop down at Meadow Street called Harvey Antiques. She
had never dared to go in there before this day. She looked at the 2$ she got
from her mother to shop for, and then decided that it was about time to go in
there.
In the shop….
In the shop….
SILKE
(husk beskrivelse af parfume)
(husk beskrivelse af parfume)
Ivy looked
up at the city clock and to her surprise it was already 5minutes past the
grocery shop´s closing time. She didn´t know what to tell her mother. She
hurried home, and tried to explain her mother that she had been assaulted and
the money had been stolen. The mother was stunned and angry at the same time.
It was quiet in the apartment, Ivy was studying her mothers face waiting for an
reaction, as she noticed how unfortunately she looked. Her head was like a
balloon, her nose was big and with warts, as if she was dressed up for
Halloween. Her hair was all bleached of the coloring and had then turned into a
strange grey mix of tones. It looked like as if it had never been combed and it’s
almost certain that if it was now, there would be thing to find, that should be
able to.
There came the reaction. She looked like her head was about to explode and yelled over and over again.
“Ivy, you’re worthless, pack your bags and get out of here” and so she did. Ivy ran down the streets with tears in her eyes, she ran around the corner heading towards the big city. She had no idea what to do, she just ran. As she turned in the next corner she bumped into a tall dark man. She fell to the ground and it was almost as if her world then fell apart. She began crying and came to think about the perfume. She putted her hand in the bag and took a deep breath of relief. The bottle was intact. She looked up with tears in her eyes at the stranger. It was a gentle looking young man who quickly apologized and gave her a helping hand. Ivy just silent looked into the ground and the man then looked at her unhappy face. “Are you all right?” he said with a smile on his lips. Ivy nodded as she used to as if it was just a day like every else. “I don’t think you are, dear, such a beautiful girl shouldn’t be crying in the streets” He then took her hand and held it while saying “You look like a girl with potential. My uncle has this model agency and I think you´d be perfect for our next fashion shoot.” Ivys face lighted. No one had ever noticed her or seen how unhappy she was. “I don’t know” she mumbled, though there was nothing she´d rather do. He looked at her body and as he takes a step closer to look at her shirt, the most wonderful scent came from her chest. It was the perfume, it smelled like a million scents in one, like magic. He then knew it. He asked Ivy to go along and he then would help her to the top in the world of fashion. She was flattered and followed the man.
“What’s your name” Ivy asked with an insecure voice. The stranger looked at her “Spring, Lee Spring, but you can call me lily” He said with a wink. Ivy began laughing and the next hours they began to know each other.
There came the reaction. She looked like her head was about to explode and yelled over and over again.
“Ivy, you’re worthless, pack your bags and get out of here” and so she did. Ivy ran down the streets with tears in her eyes, she ran around the corner heading towards the big city. She had no idea what to do, she just ran. As she turned in the next corner she bumped into a tall dark man. She fell to the ground and it was almost as if her world then fell apart. She began crying and came to think about the perfume. She putted her hand in the bag and took a deep breath of relief. The bottle was intact. She looked up with tears in her eyes at the stranger. It was a gentle looking young man who quickly apologized and gave her a helping hand. Ivy just silent looked into the ground and the man then looked at her unhappy face. “Are you all right?” he said with a smile on his lips. Ivy nodded as she used to as if it was just a day like every else. “I don’t think you are, dear, such a beautiful girl shouldn’t be crying in the streets” He then took her hand and held it while saying “You look like a girl with potential. My uncle has this model agency and I think you´d be perfect for our next fashion shoot.” Ivys face lighted. No one had ever noticed her or seen how unhappy she was. “I don’t know” she mumbled, though there was nothing she´d rather do. He looked at her body and as he takes a step closer to look at her shirt, the most wonderful scent came from her chest. It was the perfume, it smelled like a million scents in one, like magic. He then knew it. He asked Ivy to go along and he then would help her to the top in the world of fashion. She was flattered and followed the man.
“What’s your name” Ivy asked with an insecure voice. The stranger looked at her “Spring, Lee Spring, but you can call me lily” He said with a wink. Ivy began laughing and the next hours they began to know each other.
He helped
her to the top in less than three days and pictures of her was everywhere; in
the city, on the internet and in all the fashion magazines. When she walked the
catwalk everybody was stunned by her beauty. She had forgotten everything about
her old life in the apartment and about her old flame. But as she had forgot
all about, as the deed said, Mr. Harvey came back and demanded to either get
the perfume back or marry him. Ivy didn´t know what he was talking about, but
as she had became famous, her reading skills had improved and he showed her the
deed. Just as he said, she had signed a paper unknowing of the consequences.
She fished the bottle out of her bag, but to her horror, it was empty. She couldn’t
give it back, so she had no other choice, but marrying him.
He off course knew that it would be empty, or close, so he had arranged the marriage to the exact same date. Ivy had never been as unhappy, as she was about to marry a man who had passed the age of 100.
She thought her life through and thought about all the wonderful things she had experienced in her life.
As the news spread a handsome young man from a slum took the train toward the palace where the ceremony was about to begin. He hurried and the time was about to run out. He kicked the door open and said “I object!” with passion in his voice “He ran up to the alter and took Ivys hands. “You can´t do this, I love you, I always have, I always will” He got in his knees and looked her deeply in her eyes. “Will you marry me?”
Ivy was shocked and happy at the same time, but as she came back to reality she said “Im in the middle of a marriage, I have to marry Mr. Harvey. I’m supposed to be Ivy Harvey.” She turned around and looked at the old man. His eyes were frozen. His mouth was open and he wasn´t breathing. Before Ivy could think, George Harvey fell to the floor. He couldn’t stand the pressure, his heart had given up.
Ivy looked at the man, and jumped into the arms of the love of her life.
He off course knew that it would be empty, or close, so he had arranged the marriage to the exact same date. Ivy had never been as unhappy, as she was about to marry a man who had passed the age of 100.
She thought her life through and thought about all the wonderful things she had experienced in her life.
As the news spread a handsome young man from a slum took the train toward the palace where the ceremony was about to begin. He hurried and the time was about to run out. He kicked the door open and said “I object!” with passion in his voice “He ran up to the alter and took Ivys hands. “You can´t do this, I love you, I always have, I always will” He got in his knees and looked her deeply in her eyes. “Will you marry me?”
Ivy was shocked and happy at the same time, but as she came back to reality she said “Im in the middle of a marriage, I have to marry Mr. Harvey. I’m supposed to be Ivy Harvey.” She turned around and looked at the old man. His eyes were frozen. His mouth was open and he wasn´t breathing. Before Ivy could think, George Harvey fell to the floor. He couldn’t stand the pressure, his heart had given up.
Ivy looked at the man, and jumped into the arms of the love of her life.
Ivy and her
husband lived happily ever after and had 11 wonderful kids, 3 dogs and lived in the palace that she had inherited
from Mr. Harvey.
Snip snap snout, now the story´s out.Mathilde, Ida, Silke og Xenia
The Ending of Son of Satan
I went into the bedroom and my father
closed the door. The look in his eyes told me that something wasn´t right at
all. I didn´t knew if he had found Simpson lying on the grass, or if he just
had some bad news. He nodded towards the bed and i sat down, he then removed
the pillow from his favorite leather chair and sat down too.
"I don´t know what I’ve done wrong, son," he said, with a deep voice. He then looked wondering into my eyes, as if he tried to see the inside of my head.
"I came home a little early so I could surprise your mother with a box of chocolate and take her to that fine restaurant we went to at our 15th anniversary, but then I come home to an empty house and as I was about to call you, I got a call from Mr. Simpson,”
I felt like a huge stone just hit the bottom of my stomach. What excuse could I use to cover up that I had tried to kill another kid from the neighborhood?
“He told me that he couldn´t find his son and that Morgan´s mother had called her to hear if his son was all right, she said her son claimed that you, Hass and him had bullied Simpson a bit, and that he might have tried to hang himself.”
I looked at my father and tried to see through if he was doing some sort of test, to see if I would tell the truth. I decided to look at him as if I didn´t knew what he was talking about. He then captured the look and kept on explaining
“Mr. Simpson first drove the whole town around to try and find his son, but no luck and then he called me.” His voice chanced as if the story was about to end, “I don´t know that the hell´s wrong with you kid, but how can you even think it´s OK to bully? Mr. Simpson luckily found his son, with burn marks around his neck and he had explained that he just missed the place they used to live, so they are going to move back after this semester.” That was a huge relief and I felt like if I could fly. It felt lovely. I got a text. I took up my cell and it was an unknown number. All it said was “you will regret this. Mr. S.”
Written by Xenia Louise Lund Jensen
"I don´t know what I’ve done wrong, son," he said, with a deep voice. He then looked wondering into my eyes, as if he tried to see the inside of my head.
"I came home a little early so I could surprise your mother with a box of chocolate and take her to that fine restaurant we went to at our 15th anniversary, but then I come home to an empty house and as I was about to call you, I got a call from Mr. Simpson,”
I felt like a huge stone just hit the bottom of my stomach. What excuse could I use to cover up that I had tried to kill another kid from the neighborhood?
“He told me that he couldn´t find his son and that Morgan´s mother had called her to hear if his son was all right, she said her son claimed that you, Hass and him had bullied Simpson a bit, and that he might have tried to hang himself.”
I looked at my father and tried to see through if he was doing some sort of test, to see if I would tell the truth. I decided to look at him as if I didn´t knew what he was talking about. He then captured the look and kept on explaining
“Mr. Simpson first drove the whole town around to try and find his son, but no luck and then he called me.” His voice chanced as if the story was about to end, “I don´t know that the hell´s wrong with you kid, but how can you even think it´s OK to bully? Mr. Simpson luckily found his son, with burn marks around his neck and he had explained that he just missed the place they used to live, so they are going to move back after this semester.” That was a huge relief and I felt like if I could fly. It felt lovely. I got a text. I took up my cell and it was an unknown number. All it said was “you will regret this. Mr. S.”
Written by Xenia Louise Lund Jensen