DepressionI close my eyes. The maze spreads out before me, a mindscape crafted overtime. The floor is gray stone, polished to a dull gleam. The walls are a pure white and hard to look at. They flicker occasionally with the myriad of emotions that I’ve trapped deeper in the maze, walled up within the dead ends where I don’t have to peer directly at them. So long as I keep to the sharp corners and easy turns of simple emotions, the darker pains and angers will remain hidden. It doesn’t matter that I now want to ferret them out. That’s the nature of the maze I crafted, over the years. The emotion can’t find its way out, and I can never seem to find my way inDepression by dragon8writer
With my eyes still closed, though, my options lay out before me. Various pathways, each framed by a stone arch. Some of them bear labels, simple pictures carved into the curved stone. The Pill path is closed off: I haven’t done the Quest to Renew a Prescription, and without it the toll booth has c
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 3 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
Young Abby spread her hands across the bed to better illustrate her story. She felt herself carried along by her ideas, no matter how silly they sounded as she thought them. Heeding her father's words, she just rushed headlong into her tale and scene after scene with all gusto.
Dangers mounted against her characters. But they were resourceful. Stunning reveals, at least so far as Abby's young mind imagined them, played out. For his part, Demetrius gave an earnest impression of surprise at every twist and turn.
Abby's face, full of the energy of her story, very nearly seemed to glow.
Abby lingered a moment with concern for Alexis but Abigail tugged her away as the buzzing started to swell again. Whispering a quiet hope for Alexis, Abby ran the other direction with Abigail dragging her along.
Amidst the buzzing rose countless puffs of steam like snorting, angry bulls ready to charge. Abigail led Abby in a crisscross pattern thro
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 2 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
The pause in Demetrius's reading alarmed young Abby. She scooted up in the bed and breathlessly asked, "What happens next?"
With a calm smile, Demetrius bent forward and asked, "What do you think happens next?"
Abby curled her lips in. She didn't expect her dad to ask her. That wasn't how stories went. They were told and listened to. She wanted to protest but she had a feeling her dad had a good reason to ask.
Focusing with what she could summon from her mind, Abby mulled, "Well with all that has happened so far "
Demetrius interrupted, "Don't worry about that. Tell the story your way. What happens next?"
Abby's mind boggled but she also felt a strange sort of thrill at the idea. With a rising smile on her lips, Abby said, "Well here is how it would go "
It wasn't the first time someone had seen Abby as an "only hope". The phrase always worried her. But, of course, she was always willing to help, no matter h
Girly Farts TGGirly Farts
For once, Terica's garage wasn't on fire when I came over to visit. Pink smoke was belching through a crack in one of the windows though. I knocked on the metal door and waited.
After some mild cursing and coughing from within, the door slid up. Terica had on her regular lab coat with the words above the pocket protector, "Doctor Terica Snorf Mad Scientist". Her long, frizzy brunette hair gave off a puff of smoke just behind her ear. She patted it out with her blue-gloved hands and mentioned, "Some things are a bit more flammable than they say..."
I nodded and said, "I've noticed. Need anything? Where are your goggles?" Terica always wore her goggles in her laboratory garage and sometimes even out and about. I noticed a small bruise on her forehead.
She answered, "They melted. I could've used a little more dihydrogen monoxide earlier. But it's under control now."
A bright "FOOM"ing wall of fire erupted from behind Terica. I backed away but she assured me, "It'
The Crystal Tower TGThe Crystal Tower
I had long sought the greatest honor in the land of Garsurka. To quest for the Crystal Tower which twinkles far in the west like a land-bound star and return with the glories which surely dwelt within it.
Many men set out for the spire. None had returned.
But, I, Sir Ardwel Carrewen, intended to be the first.
Some told tales of strong women who had been more fortunate in their journeys to the tower. Whether this meant that special, mystical protection existed for female adventures, no one could tell. These women kept what they had encountered a closely-guarded secret. But their sword skills upon returning were unmatched even by the greatest of men.
I had acquired much glory on the field of battle in defense of my kingdom against rogue armies from the east. The House of Carrewen held many lands. But the light of the Crystal Tower always lingered on our horizon, like a jewel forever out of reach.
I had long made known my intent to my fellow noblemen. I long liste
Mecchen House - Chapter 9-1Chapter 9 – Reunions and a Recipe at Mecchen HouseMecchen House - Chapter 9-1 by majorkerina
My eyes had always been vaguely gray-colored. But now they looked more like Jamie’s eyes used to. The contrast of red and blue was striking. I kept touching my hair ‘till I felt Nathan’s hand on my shoulder. The feeling of a breath at my neck was gone, but it was covered by a full set of locks now.
Nathan marveled at my hair and asked a quick, “Are you okay?”
I brushed at it, trying to keep the front locks away from my lenses. They defied all attempts at being brushed. At least what hung down was transparent enough that it didn’t block my vision. I rubbed my eyes. They felt the same as always.
I responded to Nathan, “Like I could really go for a haircut.”
Jamie, who I’d thought was asleep, said, “Me even worse. I’d even try a buzz-cut if it held all this at bay.” His hands raked at his locks with thinly-veiled malice. He sighed and said, “
Mecchen House - Chapter 8Chapter 8 Messages Away from Mecchen HouseMecchen House - Chapter 8 by majorkerina
Of course, the next question was when were they checked out? The lenders information said three days ago. The books had been checked out only this one time. Theyd been first stocked by the library early last August. Three of the publishing dates were thirty-years ago. The other two were brand-new, just published when they were stocked. No publisher given. Edited by Chosha Ikamono. This guy sure wrote a lot. His name was on all five of the books.
As the librarian moved back to close the window on the screen, I asked her about the author. She looked at me with those lime eyes of hers as though Id asked her for the color of the sky. When my confusion remained, she told me, Its a pseudonym. It means fake author. That could mean theyre all by the same person. Or it could be a group of people who dont want to be known for writing those books.
Nathan put a ha
Mecchen House - Chapter 7Chapter 7 Questions with Nana from Mecchen HouseMecchen House - Chapter 7 by majorkerina
The wind seemed to push us forth along our way. It was calm, but vibrant. The trees nearby, with their triangles of green, barely moved under its influence. Jamie led, and I was in the middle. Nathan and Nana took up the rear.
My wallet and keys slid around as I walked on the pavement. I stopped a moment to stuff them both in the bag Ms. Ishida had given me. The sun shone bright in the east like the purest white paint. I shielded my eyes.
No one said much along the way. With Nana, that wasnt much of a surprise, but Nathan and Jamie both looked subdued. I figured that was my fault.
I thought I saw Mamis bright hair on someone in the distance. They wore the same uniform as the other girls. The girl carried herself like Mami as well. But they were going one way, and we were going the other. I gave them one last look before we turned at the gas station.
Nana finally broke the silence when we came to the cross
Mecchen House - Chapter 6Chapter 6 – Morning at Mecchen HouseMecchen House - Chapter 6 by majorkerina
I didn’t wake with the expectation that the previous evening was all a dream. One look at the ceiling swiftly killed any chance of that.
I didn’t wake feeling renewed and refreshed. More like sweaty and stiff, on my head especially. Katsumi’s wig didn’t breathe.
I also didn’t wake up alone. Fortunately, it was just Ms. Ishida with a bundle of clothes in her arms. Some of them looked like mine. I sat up.
She flashed me a grin like a caught thief. “Sorry to wake you. Pleasant morning to you.” I assured her I woke up on my own, hoarsely returned the greeting, and asked her what time it was.
“Six in the morning, or pretty close to it.” Earlier than I was used to. Surprising the sun was even up at this hour.
“Where are my… roommates?”
She tucked the clothes into a bag. “Nathan… I think he’s with Miki right now. And your other roomma
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