Punk for Style Kingdom Magazine
(http://issuu.com/style_kingdom/docs/sk_vol12)
Stylecard:
Jacket: [R3] – Steampunk Armour V3
Top: [R3] – Luna Strapped Top V3
Skirt: [R3] – Akali Skirt V1
Boots: RO – Hobnails
Socks: insanya – Stockings & Kneesocks n.4 & Punk Sox
Hair: adoness – Xanthippe
Tattoo: Letis Tattoo – Rigel Princess
Piercing: [ni.ju] – Amped Piercing (Nose & Brow]
Cigarette: NikotiN – Cigarette Dirty
Photographer: Micah Kalinakov
Model & Stylist: Wicca Merlin
The question that matters.
Sirena was a young woman leading a carefree life. She had a good job, no worries and the men courted her, though she did not really care for them. All in all, she did not really care for anyone but herself, using the same excuses we all tend to use. “That is none if my business.” “What can I do about it?” or “I don’t want to interfere.”
She lived close to the graveyard and when the weather was fine, she took a shortcut there from the bus home. One evening, she saw a woman on a bench, crying bitter tears. The woman looked at her, but Serena quickly looked away. When she was about to leave the graveyard an old witch – by the looks of her – stepped into Serena’s way and asked straight away “Why didn’t you ask the woman why she cried?” Serena was a little scared and mumbled, I thought she was mourning, this is a graveyard after all. What can I do about her grief?”
The old witch looked at her sadly and shook her head. “Dear girl, you need a lesson in compassion. I hex you not to be able to leave the graveyard until someone shows you the sympathy you denied that woman.”
Serena did not know if to laugh or to be scared, the old woman had disappeared as sudden as she showed up. Serena headed for the exit but ran into an invisible wall. She tried to get out at another spot, but to no avail.
Whenever she tried to talk to someone, they ignored her. After a while the place took its tribute, her eyes burnt out from crying over her own sad fate, her nails grew into claws, in short, she became a fearful sight. People started to run away from her thinking her a demon of some sort.
One day, when she was sitting numbly on a gravestone mulling over her fate and feeling the pain of being ignored, she finally learned her lesson. For the first time, she did not cry out of self-pity, but for shame and pity for all the people she had ignored all her life.
Suddenly she heard a warm male voice behind her. “Excuse me, can I do anything for you?” She felt the curse break and when she turned round she saw a man, just like herself smiling at her. “I think you can go home now.” He said.
Details
Wicca
Outfit (incl hat): [AD] Creations – “Maria” (mesh, FFL 2013 item)
Skin: Silken Moon – “Wicca Morbida”
Makeup (with eyes): Silken Moon – “Conceptual Makeup The Lost” – NEW
Socks: :::insanya::: – “3 Socks A n.4”
Gloves: Miamai – “Inferna” (mesh)
Shoes: [GOS] – “Triumph” (mesh)
Hair: DeLa – “Julia II” (mesh)
Dahriel
http://dahrielfashionsl.wordpress.com/
Poses: *PosESion*
Story: Malicia Python
Models: Dahriel & Wicca
Photographer: Dahriel
A pretty woman was serving a life sentence in prison for murder. Angry and resentful about her situation, she decided that she couldn’t spend her life in prison. She began plotting ways to escape from the jail.
She became good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job was to bury any prisoners who died, in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. Whenever a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by all of the prison inmates. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.
Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept.
She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.
The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, and set her free.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it. The woman waited several weeks for one of the other prison inmates to die.
One night, she was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ringing. She got up, picked the lock of her cell, and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast.
She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into it and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid down.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body beneath her, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.
The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud.
Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to chuckle quietly to herself.
Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying on top of the dead caretaker.
Outfit: Diram – “Peyton” (mesh)
Skin: Silken Moon – “Morbida” /Scara
Blood Tattoo: *elymode* – “dripping blood”
Eyeliner: Damned – “Tribal Makeup”
Hat: Bliss Couture – “Aphrodite”
Shoes: Maitreya Gold – “Moxie”
Earrings: LouLou – “Willow”
Gloves: LouLou – “Crepsule” & “Nevermore”
Stockings: :::insanya::: – “Stockings No. 4”
Socks: +*Cipher*+ – “Punk Sox”
Collar: LouLou – “Little Wing”
Nails: Formanails – “Night”
Lashes: Xplosion – “Spirit”
Wings: Fancy Fairy – “Thistle Wings”
Hair: Tuty’s – “Limbo”
Poses: Corpus
Model & Photographer: Wicca Merlin
