Creative Writing: Poison Lip Gloss

Was does it mean to be real? It wasn’t until I finished the final draft of Poison Lip Gloss that it struck me how often I write about this topic. I struggled quite a bit with my “reality” when I was younger, and even sometimes now. I can touch a blade of grass and know that it exists to me, but do I exist to it? Well, if I can bend the blade down to the earth then I have affected it. My presence, my touch, has changed that leaf and though it has sprung back up the same as before, it will never be the same because before, it had never been touched by a human hand. And even more, I have left a fingerprint like a stamp. It is the same with people, isn’t? Through the senses, every single person you come in contact with you affect positively or …show more content…
The mother senses trouble, but does not know where to look for it. She is blinded by sensibility, as most adults are. Sabel, being young, sees the trouble head on and directly, but she is too young to know how terribly wrong it is that a doll moves and talks and… murders. In the end, her dad, who is war-wise and intuition is more in tune than most, knows that Sabel is telling the truth and he deals with the doll the way he think is best…but at the same time, he underestimates it. Sabel knows this, she is more wise to the world and its evils now. What is her last …show more content…
We delve into the physical and intuitional aspects, and even deeper than that even. Dolly learns about self. She is affected by the actions of characters whom she considers “real.” What she doesn’t realize until the end is that learning, struggling and understanding the how, why, what, where, when’s of the world is the very essence of reality. Dolly is no longer an inanimate object sitting on a shelf. She is doing, she is learning, she confronts her inner moral code, tests it and ultimately, along with recognizing that she was “real” all along, she does not only open herself to the far and wide possibilities of what she is capable of, but she forms a life goal that is grounded in her newly found sense of justice, empathy and compassion, and fierce loyalty to her friend, the scarecrow, and finally, the first flush of love with the troll prince.

Am I real? Well, I have created stories with living breathing (and often murderous, but loveable) characters. Are you real? You have read, are reading, these very words that I have typed. In somehow, someway, you’ve been affected by my words, you’re thinking about them, and have formed pictures in your head that would not be there if you hadn’t read it. It takes the both of us for a story to happen. So yes, this makes me and you both very real, and even more, together we have birthed worlds and universes that spin and breathe and