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
Oaths are Sacred
“I’m never coming back,” I told myself as I hopped out of the window. My parents had gone to sleep a few hours earlier, and as I had tested the past few nights, are very sound sleepers. I could clap my hands and scream, and there wouldn’t be as much as a peep out of there room.
I landed softly on the ground and grabbed my bag. This wasn’t running away so to speak. I can’t run with this bag on my back. I guess you could call it walking away. It’s midnight now, so I guess I have about seven hours of walking to get away from here. I probably could be in the next town by now.
Why am I running away? Because my parents are complete jerks! The newest iteration of Grand Theft Auto came out last week, and they still won’t get it for me. No matter how much I graciously asked them for it, they told me no, pointing to the hundreds of other games I have. Well, this serves them right. If their son isn’t worth their money, then they can keep their
I was forced to wear dress as a girlThis is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.
My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.
When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a
F: Locker Room Wedgie Jenny was a bit nervous about her new school, specifically the fact that she didn't have any friends there. Today was her first day, and she dreaded every minute of it. Who would she have lunch with? Who would she sit by in her classes?
...What if they made blonde jokes?
The school had sent Jenny a list of her classes to her email address. She had Math as her first class, and she groaned. That wasn't at all how she wanted to begin the day. Her bright green eyes swept down the list. History. Literature. Lunch. Science. Her final class... she sighed. It could have been worse... Gym. Jenny was afraid to get sweaty, but at least she could go home afterwards.
With her schedule printed off and folded into her pocket, Jenny went to her new High School. The move had been rough, but it seemed like a nice new town.
Jenny arrived to school, and received the typical "new kid" stares. She had anticipated these glances, and had ma
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o
Being a Baby for the BabysittersIt was the middle of summer and both of my parents were going away for the weekend leaving me behind. Being 13 years old my parents didn't want me staying home alone so I was to spend the weekend at a babysitters house.
On Friday I was dropped off at the babysitters house ready to stay the next 2 days until Sunday. I watched my parents drive away as I knocked on the door to be greeted by the babysitter. The door was answered by a young woman probably in her early 20's, she said her name was Amy and revealed that 2 of her cousins we're also staying over during my stay. I was brought inside where I met Katie (14) and Lucy (15), Amy explained that I will be sleeping in Lucy's room on the spare bed. As this was said I saw Lucy frown at the idea, but she didn't say anything. I was told by Amy that she would usually babysit people much younger than me, as she showed me the room that they would stay in. The room was complete with a babies crib, changing table, play pen and plenty of diapers a
RP: New Hope for Urian
Disclaimer: Contains fetishes such as farts, gluttony, burps and Loli. So GTFO or PTFO!
Urian: *Crying on a street corner in the rain*
Leshawk: *sees the girl getting soaked, stops and walks up to her*
Urian: *Sniffles and looks up at the stranger* Who... are you?
Leshawk: *puts jacket over her head and draping it so it can warm her* My name's Les. Or Leshawk for full. You shouldn't be out here in the rain, you'll catch a cold. *As he says that he realizes looking at her stricken face that it was tears of sorrow, not cold that was making her sniff before. he talks to he gets on one knee and looks at her* What happened to you?
Urian: *Looks up with tears rolling down her cheeks. Eyes filled with despair.* I... Have nowhere to go...
Leshawk: *thinks of many different things to say to that, ask her why and how, give his heartfelt sorrow and decides that the girl in front of him ne