The Magical Mind of Minx

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The Magical Mind of Minx is the musings of a distracted, rambling writer whose head is full of magic and mischief.

Submitted: August 15, 2012

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I have a little voice in my head. It tells me secrets. And I tell it secrets. The little voice says I am strong. The little voice says that I have power. The little voice says that my power is a secret. The little voice shows me a thousand lives and a thousand deaths. The little voice is Magic. And so am I.

The little voice says others are too. The little voice says we’re family. The little voice says it loves me. Today the little voice told me a secret. The little voice said my journey was soon to begin. The little voice said to be prepared. The little voice said It’s time to take a walk.

I took a walk and the little voice said my journey had begun. The little voice said this was the end. The little voice said good bye. Tears poured from my eyes and as I begged the little voice to stay. I loved the little voice. The little voice was my friend. The little voice was my only friend.

The little voice said it had to go. The little voice said it’s time was done. The little voice said it had taught me all it could. The little voice wished me luck. The little voice left. I collapsed in a heap and pounded my fists into the ground. I screamed. I bellowed. I could not be mellow. I kicked. I ran. I scared a man. I hissed. I scratched. I lit the final match.

I set fire to the house of the little voice. And I watched it burn. The fire spread like a plague and the whole town was soon consumed in a passionate, raging fire. I turned away and smiled. The little voice was gone. The town was gone. I was gone.

I skipped down the burning streets and soon the world shifted. The burning was gone and now there was but a field and a little man.

The little man said I was late. The little man said I was mad. The little man was right. The little man was gone.

I walked through the field and came upon a cat. The cat said I was late. The cat said I was mad. The cat was right. The cat was gone.

I ran through the field and came upon a mouse. The mouse said I was late. The mouse said I was mad. The mouse was right. The mouse was gone.

I was absolutely mad. I was a nutter. I was a crazy. I was certifiably insane. But that was how all journey’s began.

You see I wasn’t mad. I was not a nutter. I was not a crazy. I was not insane.

I was Minx.

I was an ageless age. And a raceless race. I was Minx of Magic. I dwelled among the humans and talked with the little voice humans could not hear. The little voices were an ageless age. And a raceless race. They were voice of Magic.

But the voices all left and I was alone. Always alone. But weren’t we all. I was Minx and this is my mind. My mind came to life. My mind became reality. And yours will too. Welcome to the Magical Mind of Minx. 


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