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
Ying Joins the Halloween Party! It had only been a few minutes after Ying had arrived at Elise's house for the Halloween party, as she was already in the kitchen devouring the large bag of candy she had acquired from trick or treating. Everyone else were playing games when she arrived. Apparently they had set up a smash tournament and she would have to wait until someone lost before it was her turn. Not that she gave much mind to waiting, her candy was calling to be eaten anyway.
"So this IS where you came to." Said Elise as she entered the kitchen from behind Ying.
Ying's ears perked up, skunk ears that was, as she froze in place as though she was caught stealing. She slowly reared her head around to Elise, who she had yet to really meet. Once their eyes met, Ying quit her silly act and smiled.
"Heh, I was hungry." Ying shrugged.
"Hehe I'm not going to scold you for that." Said Elise cheerfully before she gave her belly a pat. "I already
.: Reader x Karkat: Merry Snmgfiehp! :.
Your name is ___ ___, and you, today, are feeling fairly tired and bored.
Your laptop was sitting lazily on your stomach as you lied on the floor of you bedroom, staring at your ceiling fan with a neutral expression.
'Bing!' your computer made the one noise you oh-so hoped it would chime.
Quickly, you sat yourself up and leaned against your bed, opening the new message from none other than your potential matesprit, Karkat Vantas.
-- carcinoGeneticist [ cG ] began pestering ---___ [ -_ ] at 01 : 38 P.M --
CG: HEY ___.
-_: Hey Karkat! What are you doing up? Didn't you have to go hang out with John today?
CG: WHO TOLD YOU THAT?
-_: ... John.
CG: AND YOU BELIEVED HIM.
-_: Let's change the topic! Are you actually busy today?
CG: NO. TO BE HONEST I AM BORED AS ALL FUCK.
-_: As am I, dude. Do you maybe wanna come over? We can go to the mall!
CG: LIKE LAST YEAR?
-_: Yup! I promise no more Mall Santa shenanigans, okay?
CG: ALRIGHT. BUT I SWEAR TO GOG IF
Dark woods and Red hoods Rough draft.
The whistle of the winds traversing the everfree a common untamed sound of that can send a chill down the mightiest stallions spine. The wailing of the broken winds also had a habit of alerting the dangers of the forest to those who would dare look past its fear and traverse it. Yet for others the sound was just the empty reminder of loneliness they had to face every day, Though the wail today would bring on other such feelings for one lost soul of moss,wood and flower. Today the forest was alerted to just a small filly entering its forsaken hollows, on its way to visit a dear friend with a basket of goodies having missed her so.
The little filly was none-the wiser that she had attracted the attention of anything just yet, let alone how it thought about her. How the stone heart of the beast pulsed a bit at the sight of her crimson hood, with its little adorable patch of river watch and a golden pony on the side. Its breath was stolen when her hood fell from her head reveali