I was laying in bed and unable to sleep when I came upon this thought: I’m more than two weeks behind. The problem is, this isn’t the first time. I don’t even feel bad about it anymore. I just feel empty. This led me (eventually) to the conclusion that I need to just stop and let my mind, which feels like a barren, burnt husk, recover from the strain I have been putting on it to try to write every day. Read the rest of this entry »
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As I stared through my tall observation tower and faced the north, I tilted my head to one side. It felt strange, that I was planning to go out with only a few spare tools and a wooden sword, rather than dozens of torches, tools, and whatever else I could carry. I glanced back at the glass-surrounded room I built with my own hands. I was proud, but I wanted to do more. I wanted to throw danger to the winds, even with my unarmored body and my lone sword.
My home– no, my castle– was incredible. I had this room– my observation tower. I had a master bedroom, a guest room, a reception hall, a crafting room with everything included, an underground farm, a second level with beasts, and all the defenses a lowly farmer could create using stone, wood, glass, and some help from my friends. Read the rest of this entry »
A day off! For most of the day, Melanie had no idea what to do with herself. The blonde felt lazy, bored, and horny. She paused as she stared at the clock. She was hungry, too. Hungry for something sweet and cold, and not too hard to get.
Finally, she pried herself from her bed and pulled on some comfortable clothes– a hoodie on top of nothing, some underwear, a miniskirt, and a pair of fun, clompy boots that had shiny buckles. It still felt like dressing was too much work, but the nice police men hated for her to do as she liked in public. Read the rest of this entry »
A new home. It was so dull, living with a normal family. His foster parents were irritatingly normal, and they could do nothing to enforce their rules. His foster father refused to call him Vinnie, and his foster mother refused to let him skip the piano lessons she required of him. He was good enough, but his teacher refused to let him advance at his own pace, and after a month, he was still doing scales.
The new home was made all the more miserable by a pre-existing basement and an underground lake not far underneath. He had no place to work, and no place to play– especially not with all of the pine trees around, with their long, thick roots. The boy did manage to install a lock on his bedroom door, and that gave him a modicum of the privacy he once had, although it felt like he was always naked. He was told he had to dress normally– leave his goggles and lab coat home when he went anywhere, brush his hair every day, and even more pointless tasks. Humans just didn’t understand. Read the rest of this entry »
Zadakh was bored.
That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him. She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne. He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness. Read the rest of this entry »
Continued from The Frozen Arena.
It was a full year after my last visit to the frozen arena under the South Nazi rainforest, before I could find another sponsor and return there. I spent the year creating a digital model to explore and ponder from, but nothing of the sort was capable of replacing time spent in the area, walking through it myself.
I called my crew from the previous year, and they were all available to join the expedition, even if some of them were far from eager, and seemed disappointed that I was going to take them somewhere ‘boring’ like an arena that required neither demolitions, nor fighting to defend the rest of the crew from animals or other people. Money was money, however. Read the rest of this entry »
From about nine until one, I slept on and off. I didn’t want to wake up– my bed was too comfortable. Various times, people tried to wake me, but I resisted until Chibi informed he she would pee in my bed if I didn’t let her out. I sat up long enough for her to escape, then laid back down, content to continue my crazy dreams of a strange sports arena that involved eating a lot of gummy snacks in a race (as a girl) and then changing into a flat-chested, large-penised (is that a word?) partial hermaphrodite and getting sucked off by a blonde, youthful someone who was somehow related to me. It looked to me like a girl from a music video– a Japanese cartoon girl.
Regardless of my wishes, however, Charles crawled up onto my bed, and the dreams fled. They had been so real, despite their oddness, that for a moment, I thought I had a purse filled with gummies that were each three inches long, save two that were shaped like women in dresses that I had stolen for Charles, because he liked princesses. Read the rest of this entry »
A warm touch. A soft kiss. The embrace was thirst-quenching for my soul. It ended with the soft pat pat of coins landing on my bed, and his quiet footsteps leaving the room. I opened my eyes, hopeful my ears lied. They told me true. He was gone. As I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, I felt warm wetness on my lashes. Sleep quickly found me again.
Crack! The whip snapped against my flesh and I howled with an open throat. My voice echoed back at me from the paneled walls. I had no time to prepare as it struck me again, across the buttox. A scream tore from me, and he allowed me to rest while he left, supposedly to get a drink. Time passed slowly as I waited without a word. The ache of my legs held apart and my hands tied above my head began to grow from dull to a fire across my shoulders and calves. I called his name as I spotted the light of morning through the tiny window, but he did not come. Read the rest of this entry »