Vision blursThe hardest part about being away from home is not knowing where you are.
The hive was a familiar place, easy to navigate despite the twist and turns. It was warm, breezes flitting through open windows and various nooks and crannies. There were people there. People she had known all of her life. They had been family, though the term was tenuous. Co-workers was better suited. Co-workers bound by blood and obligations. A hive cannot work unless everyone works.
It's times like this that the remembrance makes her vision blur. Her eyes are clouded by something and she pushes up her glasses so no one can see. 'Wide rim, bug eyes are in style,' she reminds herself, trying to refocus. 'Aren't I lucky?'
The world up here is not so easy to manage. It is without the high winds she can no longer find her way through, but there are cracks. There are indents. Things come suddenly and it's hard to manage when you are
The Widow Nadasdy“I was married once.” Her voice is a low hum and she is content to sit playing with the fiery tips of her hair. She is freshly showered all the carnage is behind her. “It wasn’t my choice. Very little was actually my choice back then. You know how it was for women back then. It didn’t matter what I had to offer as a person or what I wanted, it was about family connections. Social standing and social bettering. You know. Politics.”
She is silent for a moment. “His name was Ferenc. Ferenc Nadasdy. I didn’t love him. I don’t think I can love anyone, but we were good for each other. He wasn’t very smart, but I am. I handled everything, and he went to war and made us all proud. I learned a lot from him. Being married to him kept me safe.”
“He never knew.” She gestures to a spot of blood on the towel. &
Camaraderie behind closed doorsNo matter how many panic attacks she had, it was still horrifying.
Leaving the room in it's current state of chaos had been difficult, and now Lenore feared she had created a bigger scene than Stella and April could have ever, and now everyone was sitting around the table, not talking about Stella and her many grievous faults anymore, but Lenore and her sudden outburst. It certainly didn't help. All Lenore had ever wanted from life was to be normal, and she had been doing a wonderful job faking it until she made it, but all that progress had been undone now. Not even five minutes to ruin months and months of her efforts.
Perhaps April was right. Stella ruins everything for everyone, and everyone but Stella has to deal with the consequences.
She tried to breathe deep and focus on that, but a voice called out, "Lenore? Lenore, where are you?" Despite her panic, she recognized April's voice and thought of what Stella had said about
Peasants can't take directionHere’s a scenario for you. You are in my employment. In return for food and shelter from the dangerous times, I want my homes to be clean, I need food prepared, clothes need to be handled, just housework. I’m not asking you to do anything too complicated. If anything, I’m doing all the complicated work. I’ll handle the finances, and keep the country safe. You just keep the floor under my feet clean, and I will handle this for you.
This isn’t revolutionary, but you don’t seem to understand why I’m calling you to the window. It’s dusty. ”But I just cleaned it.” You protest.
Honey, if its dusty, you didn’t do a good job. This is a warning.
God help you if you steal. What is it? You wanted this coin? Am I not paying you? Did you forget that? Do you think your meals and clothes and
Eyelash WishThere is an eyelash on the girls cheek.
She’s dead now, more blood on the outside then on the inside. Erzsebet looks on, like she always does. She will be branded a necrophiliac in later years because she does not mind the presence of dead things. She’s constantly standing over the bodies, half wondering if the girl will get up and continue her chores, half wondering if all life must end. She doesn’t have sex with the bodies - that would be disgusting - she just likes to look. It makes her feel like God, who gives and takes away.
Reaching down, she touches the girls cold face, the eyelash on her finger now. In a motion, the finger is at her lips and she blows - a wish.
2012 I began 2012 alone and as a pushover, but this was a year of discovery and self improvement. I entered the year burdened with the emotional baggage of 2011, and I had to find a way to handle it. Winter has always been a difficult season for me. The cold brings snow and beauty, in the vast white expanse I tend to feel so small and alone. Sometimes I can’t cope with that. I returned to school for the spring semester and the depression sat so heavy on me. I couldn’t cope with a lot of things I was going through. I couldn’t handle feeling so alone, unwanted and worthless.
I don’t know if I hit rock bottom, but I know I climbed up. I made changes. I started forcing myself to interact with people and stop being such an introvert. I started feeling better than I had in a long time. Everything felt light somehow, as if I was cured, and I would begin l
The TowerCountess Erzsebet Bathory looked out the small opening in the wall. It was hard to see what lay ahead of her as it was dark. Unsatisfied, she sat down, avoiding looking in the mirror. The aristocrat considered writing a letter that would never be sent, but decided against it. She had grown accustomed to sitting in silence, occasionally broken by the guards conversation, or an unearthly visitor, and doing nothing.
She had been in her tower for three years they told her. She had no choice but to believe them. How else could she measure time?
Moving across the room, she avoided the mirror. Although she had draped something over it long ago, there was still that temptation. She didn't want to know how old she looked now, having not been able to 'treat' herself in years. Even now, her vanity was present, still commanding her. She had put deep thought into giving a full confession, but the cons outweighed the pro
Aidenrotica'It's two in the morning, fucking leave me alone.' Freya wanted to protest, but what came out was "It's two in the fucking leave me alone." It had been hard for him to adjust to living with Aiden. Sure, there were maids who cleaned, and people who cooked - but the clocks and all the ticking and chiming! There was a rather large grandfather clock down the hall that woke him up every hour on the hour, and he had only learned to sleep through it now. That, or he was too tired to wake up.
Freya had changed rooms a few times, but he couldn't escape the clocks. In one room he found there was a cuckoo clock whose infernal chirping woke him every half hour, as if the chiming from down the hall wasn't enough. In another the ticking was so loud and unearthly, sleep was impossible. And then there was Aiden, who couldn't understand why ticking and chiming and chirping would ever be a problem, and seemed offended that Freya didn't want to stay in the
Re:Trout heart Replicai. Strain Theory
Strain theory states that people are conditioned to want success, though not all are given the means to achieve it. When success cannot be reached, strain is created, which gives birth to deviance.
"It's just a matter of trying hard enough." Griseldis had told herself often, rejecting the idea. She had tried hard enough to get various diplomas, find ways to pay for them, and start her life. It was a strain, but there was no deviance - just a nice one bedroom apartment and more luxury than she had imagined herself having. She had enough money to throw around and buy good food and provide for someone else.
She had enough money to buy fancy lingerie, as silly a luxury it was.
Looking in the mirror, it was right. It was flattering. But it felt wrong. Maybe because it wasn't gray, like she was used too. Maybe because she had all these aspirations of that special Honeymoon, but she and the man were not a ver
Adel the Bounty HunterAdel belched. She had been drinking through all of her canteens the entire day just to keep herself hydrated while she waited for the target to show up. Now that the sun was finally beginning to settle, she didn't have to feel like she was sitting inside a baking oven on high any longer. She pat her rounded stomach, which was firm and taut with fat and water both. She belched again. It felt good to let it out now and then, manners be damned to hell and back. A little mewl started to creep its way up her throat, that tickle of excitement she got whenever she was bloated or stuffed this big, but she managed to swallow it back down. Now was the time for business, not pleasure. She refused to mix the two, as one was meant to lead to the other, and nothing more.
As of this moment, she sat alone on a smooth stone beside a dark desert highway. There was not a soul for miles. Cars never rode this way anymore, if many of them still rode at all. Yet she knew that the target would be passing this
Cassidy Comes OutAs she and her girlfriend piled into Cassidy's car, Bonnie couldn't contain her excitement. "So this is happening? Your parents are totally fine with you bringing me home for Thanksgiving?"
Cassidy winced, brushing her long red hair from her eyes. She looked straight ahead, avoiding the gleeful grin of her girlfriend, and hesitated before admitting, "They're, uh, fine with me bringing my best friend in the world home, yeah..."
Bonnie's forehead wrinkled. She'd caught the emphasis, "What?"
Cass blushed, embarassed, "I told them that you were my best friend and you had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving, and they said it would be okay if you came..."
The reality of what Cassidy was saying hit Bonnie all at once, "You... haven't told them."
Cassidy looked intently at the corner of her dasboard, "I'm not ashamed or anything, it's just this is all so new, and I just... don't really know how to tell anybody."
Bonnie reached over, putting her hands onto the exposed skin of Cassidy's soft,
Dravec Meets Vavira
Vavira returned to her lair after a rather unsuccessful hunt. Hanging from her mouth was a net holding her single catch. The large purple dragon walked to the corner of her lair, which was at one time a human temple or tomb of some sort, to a cage. She put all her future meals in this cage. She found it easier to catch a couple of humans or animals and bring them all at once rather than constantly hunt every day. She lowered the crude rope net into the cylindrical cage and let it unravel. The human-like creature, which would be her dinner within the next hour, fell to the floor.
Vavira had never seen anything like this before. The creature stood up on two cat-like hind legs and had a cat-like tail. His toned, muscular body was covered in very short, tan and yellow fur. Judging by his lower body, Vavira thought he was a humanoid lion, which weren’t uncommon. But it was his h
Surprises and Shocks - BadgeRing Kits
Ringshadow had enjoyed her time in the Nursery, of course she'd had to relinquish Rosepaw as an Apprentice, but Talonstar had given her to her brother instead, so it didn't seemed to have impacted on her training too much.
The Nursery was still quite a crowded place, although she knew space would free up in a few days when Shadeblossom and Amberleaf's Kits became Apprentices, that wouldn't leave space for two more nests, or the possibility of making her own a little bigger.
Her own due date was close now, she just knew it. Her belly was swollen and if she moved too quickly she could feel the Kits inside her protesting about it. She smiled to herself, hoping that her litter would be healthy and well - wasn't that all a she-cat wanted from her Kits.
Blazetail was also new to the Nursery, her Kits would be born a little while after her own. While it was good that Highclan was experiencing a good in-flow of Kits, Ringshadow was also consciou
Game Changer: Chapter 11 (WG)105…
Lexi slowed down, as she saw brake lights in front of her. The short haired brunette looked at her bulging gut, pushing her shirt up as she sat in the driver’s seat of her car.
The car in front of her began to move as Lexi sighed. She had been dreading this shopping trip for weeks.
Lexi silently read each mailbox number. These numbers made her depressed, as they were numerical vestiges of a figure now long since vanished.
Lexi shuddered. How she longed to be that skinny again. The brunette reached into her center console and pulled out a handful of cheese curls.
Lexi kept driving on, trying her to best to ignore the numbers. It was bizarre how something so innocuous could remind her of something so devastating.
Soon, Lexi found something she enjoyed on the radio dial. She took a long sip of her fountain drink and continued driving along. The porky br
Yuffie visits Konoha 2, commissionAt the top of Konoha’s infamous “wedgie tree”, a girl of short, dark hair was doing her best to get her panties off the brench she was hanging from. Her butt hurt like crazy and she was begining to lose the feeling of her legs, yet she still tried to get out. Maybe her wedgied companions, the pink-haired girl and the brown-haired tomboy, would just wait, but Yuffie was not someone who would wait for her panties to ripp. She was going to make Ino pay for this hanging wedgie and no tree was going to stop her!
“Come on!” shouted Yuffie while she waved her arms wildly at her sides “Why can´t I get down?!”
“Ino always makes sure to tie her victim’s underwear well” muttered Tenten as she dangled next to the angry ninja “Trust me, I have tried to get out of many wedgies done by her and it never works”
“You can try bouncing” said Sakura “But I would not recommend...”
“Good idea!” Yu