Tei-rei

The 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 s

I have written countless letters trying to make sense of things 'You can trust no one, You are only as good to people as what you provide' and I long to send them to myself and stop regret.

I have written countless letters trying to make sense of things 'You can trust no one, You are only as good to people as what you provide' and I long to send them to myself and stop regret.

Sometimes she felt like she was drowning in a sea of irrelevant thoughts.  That is, until the pills kicked in and sharpened her senses.  But she enjoyed the spontanity. She kissed the shattered mirror in her girlfriends room.  'Who am I? Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?'  She wondered. "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"  The girlfriend called from the other room.  She snapped her fingers.  "Hey, Jez, are you with me?" Slowly Jezebel turned, smiling warmly.  "Sorry.  I was just thinking about drowning." Etsu furrowed her eyebrows.  "I'm not going to ask.  Are you sleeping over, or not?" "Do you need bandages?"  Jezebel jumped onto her girlfrie

Dear Diary,           I feel a bit bad for yelling at Caramel today, but it feels good to be able to verbalize how I feel.  I guess that's the appeal of therapy.  I've never had it, but I know Breadstick still goes.  She doesn't seem like she has any issues.  Unless she talks about how she doesn't understand why people think it's rude she talks about herself all the time.  But, I return to topic, I'm not sure if I should apologies, or forget this ever happened. I'm going to take a shower, read up on the Jung I should have done earlier, maybe a little Piaget, then go to bed if all goes as planned. Criss-Cross closed her spiral bound makesh

He knows he’s the scariest thing in this neck of the woods, but he doesn’t want her alone out there alone.  She isn’t a resident of the forest, and the wolves can smell fear.  ”Do you want to come inside?” What she probably hears is ‘Do you want to spend the rest of the evening staring at the walls of a cave, wondering what is going to happen to you - to us?’   A howl goes up in the air.  The wolves have found something.  He wonders if it’s someone as his stomach growls.  The drama of the day has left the wendigo hungry, and if some hiker is lost and confused, it’s an easy meal.  He doesn&

i. 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 enoug

"My sister has a girlfriend."  The borderline said, as she sat down. Her therapist looked up.  "Does that bother you?" "It does.  I mean,"  She sighed, "I did tell her to pursue Zoya, but I thought because of the whole Russian Orthodox thing it wouldn't work.  She's obviously gay, I just though... because of her involvement in her religion she would keep denying it." "But she didn't and now the two are dating?" "She didn't even tell me."  Viginta Septima clenched her fist.  "My mom did.  My mom told me."  She gave a dry laugh and blinked back tears. "That must have been,"  she paused, looking for a word, "unpleasant." "And that wasn't u

Being dead is balls, let me tell you that.  I'm not in Heaven or some better place like Jolene tells everyone - I'm still here.  I don't know if it's one of those ghostly unfinished business things, or there are no golden gates for me to walk through.  I don't worry about it much.  I always said this place would be the death of me, so it seems fitting I'm stuck here. I didn't know they let chicks be Knights.  That's really cool.  You must be really strong to get the position, and your a cute girl too...  I'm sorry.  I know you can't hear me, but it feels as awkward as if you could.   Watch you not be a chick!  Ha!  And don't tell Jolene, she

                "How do you feel?"  He asked her.                She wasn't sure how to answer.  "Heavy.  Weighed down.  Burdened."  She dropped words, hoping something would clue him in - but at the same time, she just wanted him to leave.  She just wanted them all to leave.  She just wanted some time to herself to do as she pleased.  She didn't want to be judged for staying on the couch and numbing her mind, numbing herself.                  She had developed the habit of counting weight loss commercials.  She had a fondness for counting and numbers.  She didn't know why she started, but she knew she had originally only done it when peopl

I'll never forgive you. She awoke with a start, spitting out water from deep in her lungs.  The moon hung high over the bog, shining down on Griseldis and Aldis.   Aldis. Griseldis looked to her side, and Aldis lay still behind her, her head rolled to the side.  "Aldis,"  the younger sister shook her, hoping she too would awake and everything could be the same again.  "Aldis, wake up."  In her shaking Aldis' head turned.  Two small nubs had emerged from her forehead.  Touching them she noted how they had the same feeling as the horns of goats in cows.  What was this?  What was going on. Slowly, Aldis stirred, rubbing her eyes and murmuring.  

First entry – The sky is blue and there are few clouds.  It has rained little.  It is spring here? I have been so busy with learning all the customs and how to be polite and a good wife, I have not had time to write.  Seung is teaching me this writing, and says it is good to practice.  I will. I take lessons with another lady.  Her name is Salacia.  I do not think she is a lady in that she is not of status.  I do not know why Salacia is here.  She does not want to speak this language and talks in one I don't understand. There is a special teacher for manners.  I do not like her.  She is rude and smells like death. Pei Jing is supposed to