About Daisy

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Daisy prefers to share herself in the third person, because she feels safer that way. She is generally a very shy and anti-social person, who can fool you into thinking she is confident and friendly when she has to. She's not, really. She suffers from severe depression and anxiety, and when she's got the brain power, she wishes she didn't.

She does love her friends, and being in their company, but she prefers to wander in solitude through both desolate, lonely places, and those twinkling with fairy dust, sparkling lights, and sweeties. She loves giggling and silliness, and one of her favourite phrases is that there should be "More Joy in the World". She regularly attempts to make this happen by being silly and then going to her Favouritest Place in All The Land - bed.

Name:
Daisy Wiggle
Sex:
Female 
Location:
Wiggleton
Local Time:
19 Feb 2017 11:56
Interests:
A winding path leads Daisy's imagination through a magical exploration. Sometimes she allows her senses to wander the Realms of the Otherworld, touching the stars with dreamy delight. In fact, Daisy would like to be a star. She says, "Daisies are the shadows that stars leave us so we do not forget them when they go to bed." At other times, Daisy falls to a hard earth with a nasty bump. She tries to find the joy in life, be it through her dreams, her fantasies, her photography, or her fishing, even when her hope has faded. "And the deep, swirling fog rolled in, saturating the air and ground with mystic portents and whispered secrets. When the clouded mists of grey-pearl veils are lifted away, will sunshine and rainbows be the result?"

One never knows where Daisy might wander - it could be to the beach for tiddly fish hunting, or to the moors for contemplation. It might be to her most secret heart's desires that she keeps locked away from the Ordinary World, or to the shop of Frivolity, Glitter, Stripy Socks and Gingerbread Men. She likes to be dreamily pretentious, uttering phrases such as, "For it is only in our dreams that the True Magic is manifest; I sit, I dream, and Magic kisses Hope and brings it life." She also can't believe anybody might have even read this far!

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Topic: "A score has been made on your story"
Posted: 07 Jan 2017 17:27

Yes! With alot other features Gav kindly add today. ❤

Bonus! I proper love Gav, I do. He deserves a billion cups of Magic Tea. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/drunken_smilie.gif" alt="drunken">

Topic: "A score has been made on your story"
Posted: 07 Jan 2017 17:13

Sorry if I missed it, but is this a new feature? I like it. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" alt="icon_smile"> I think it's a helpful thing, and will allow readers to vote without fear of reprisals, and authors not to worry about who thought what or not.

Thank you. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

Topic: Poets with Mental Illness Needed to Submit Poetry to Rattle magazine...
Posted: 05 Dec 2016 12:35



Thanks for the heads up! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">s

I've never submitted anything before. If I do, do we just send one piece, or can we send a couple? *gathers up nerves*

Hey Miss Daisy, no problem here...it's what I do...

As far as number of submissions, it says "Send up to four poems at a time"...

Regular Submission Guidelines
http://www.rattle.com/submissions/guidelines/

And Good Luck to you...once you do start submitting stuff, you'll quickly realize that most things will get rejected...no worries though, just keep sending stuff out...if you keep at it, eventually you will get something published. And that's the way it works for everyone btw...

Thank you so much for the reply! I should have read more, sorry.

One of the reasons I haven't submitted anything before is that Rejection and I have a tendency to punch each other in the face (Rejection has a faster reflex than me). <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

Topic: Poets with Mental Illness Needed to Submit Poetry to Rattle magazine...
Posted: 03 Dec 2016 02:21

Poets with Mental Illness Needed to Submit Poetry to Rattle magazine
Payment: $100/poem
Job source: WritingCareer.com

Rattle magazine (est. 1994) is publishing a special Summer 2017 tribute issue celebrating the literary works of poets with mental illness. Poems do not have to address mental health. Writers can compose poems on any topic, in any style or length...

Tribute Calls
http://www.rattle.com/submissions/calls/

Thanks for the heads up! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

I've never submitted anything before. If I do, do we just send one piece, or can we send a couple? *gathers up nerves*

Topic: Writing Help.
Posted: 25 May 2016 03:55

That's another fantastic post! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

Topic: simple pictures of flowers
Posted: 22 May 2016 13:15

Here is one from my mother's garden. I tweaked the colour for a friend of mine who likes blue roses. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

http://upload.storiesspace.com/1848732793-SagasRoseByDaisyShylass.jpg

Topic: Writing Help.
Posted: 19 May 2016 16:28

That's a fantastic post, Sherzahd! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">#

Topic: Option to hide first lines from view - possible?
Posted: 18 May 2016 14:58

I don't remember what or when it was, but there has been a time or two when I'd wished for that option, so I'll add my tuppence in favour of the possibility, please. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny">

Topic: The Random Poem Thread
Posted: 14 Feb 2016 05:55

The night has died and taken dreams;
It's left reality instead.
The sun is cheery, daffodils bouncing...
Stuff that crap,
I'm back in bed.

<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/tard.gif" alt="tard">

Topic: Why me, Gav, why me?
Posted: 14 Sep 2015 09:20

Blue, many thanks.
Daisy, can I buy that tea by the gallon or maybe 2liter bottles?

<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/glasses10.gif" alt="glasses8">

You'll have to negotiate with the Magic Tea fairies (they'll deliver twenty gallon pots for sixteen gingerbread men).

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The Void

There is only darkness Where all others hide their souls, A gravity so ugly Where the air is rank and noisome And the darkling ghosts hide screaming In the humming, chasmic void Where she hides forgotten secrets In the place she finds no floor. There are chains wrapped tight around her Where vainglory's efforts fell In existence ever futile When her life is reeking sickly Where the stink...

Added 24 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 112 | 4 Comments

Another Day, Another Panic Attack

I was awake at 4am (after dreaming of panicking), worrying about going to Painsburys for 7am (when it tends to be quiet), when it occurred to me that Stressco might already be open! It was, and so I went down there. There were lots of workers doing the online shopping rounds, but they were all polite and friendly, and got out the way if I needed things, and got on with their work as I...

Added 16 Jan 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 143 | 3 Comments

'Twas the Week Before Christmas

'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town Not a shopper was smiling, they each wore a frown; The cars they were parked in their bays willy-nilly, Whilst pedestrians dashed to-and-fro running silly; The children were screaming for this toy or that Whilst their grandparents scanned for milk allergies and fat; And mammas in Ugg boots and dads in bad sweaters, They...

Added 24 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 86 | 2 Comments

Night Child

Searching in the low light, Twisting on the needles, Head spinning, Tongue swelling, Hands trembling, Heart aching, Eyes all grainy sleepy and I cannot drift away. Memories melting in the shadowed Cylinder of sod off, Churning in the bronzing gold And swirling past my nose, Faces laughing, Shoulders hunching, Fingers clawing, Legs twinging, Eyes all bleary sandy And I cannot switch me off....

Added 05 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 253 | 9 Comments

Recommended Read Earth Rising

The sun does not set on This face of mine, Nor soar on wings of fire to me, Nor rush to greet me, Kiss me, leave me, Nor burn and scorch the skin from me. It is I who moves away Withdrawn From light and life All blazing bright and Cloistered in My rising run, The weight of spirit Left behind. In darkness seeps the weeping soul, The river dry yet Flowing slow, Still, from diamond drops I...

Added 10 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 244 | 9 Comments

Editor's Pick V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there is no way to rearrange my knickers drawer in procrastination of meeting the morning (or afternoon, on my days off), and I am lacking...

Added 19 Aug 2013 | Category Musings | Votes 20 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 1,301 | 10 Comments

Editor's Pick Blackthorn

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Face in the shadows Where eyes burn black candles And wax in the water Has armoured the lips, A soul freezes hell With the loneliness cruel, And the silence is lost Where the knife of noise slips. The buzz and the hum Of the jostling friends Who are not friends in truth, Nor are saviours of...

Added 13 Apr 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 381 | 6 Comments

Editor's Pick Where Tears Reign

Here tears reign, And Self cannot be pulled together When Self is screaming, torn asunder, Where empty shell is welling up whilst Eyes of others roll Against the failings of this Selfish child, So called because She cannot rule what Others hide and stow away. 'Midst the back streets of her mind, Her common sense is raging cruel To lash her weakness, Scorn self-pity And loathe the drama...

Added 04 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,187 | 10 Comments

A Little Fat Fairy Tale (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more...

Added 30 Apr 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,081 | 10 Comments

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This story only available on Stories Space Once upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family. Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a...

Added 12 Aug 2012 | Category Childrens | Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.81 | Views 1,377 | 11 Comments

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