The Good Times_The Longest Night_Elemental Forces_"You get me."
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The Good Times
It is not easy existing as I do, I am royalty living amongst the wretched peasants and I struggle each day to reconcile my accwww.onedoor.ccursed situation. In the past seventy years, I have suffered as a commoner, toiling in the mud each day under the oppressive thumb of the industrial giant that rules this world. I have reluctantly succumbed to the status quo of this time and I am ashamed of myself for it. At the start of each day, I would wake and prepare for the mind-numbing activities this contemporary society has declared necessary for mutual survival. Like a mindless drone I fell in line with the ...
The Longest Night
With approving eyes, the high priest looked at the last of the four gatehouses he had to visit that day. Everyone —from outside as well as from inside the walls— had been working hard for several days to prepare for the grand finale of the festivities. The Longest Night would soon begin.As far as the high priest could tell, all living souls from a hundred miles around had gathered in town. The entire community had found a place to stay for the night within the safe boundaries of the city limits. It wasn’t always comfortable for anyone, but no one ever complained. It was tradition, and traditio...
Elemental Forces
Nicole Morgan really didn't want to be at this party. But Melanie Porter kept on insisting. She gave in and told her friend she'd make an appearance, but only intended to say until just after midnight. So that's how she found herself at Rihanna's house, surrounded by groups of people. Some were familiar faces. She had no idea who the others were or where they could have come from.Nicole stood at the bar with a drink in her hand, all set to toast the New Year. What she really wanted was to be in bed sleeping. But as she knew all too well, nobody gets what they want all the time. She was glad th...
"You get me."
Triger warning: Mention of Substance abuse and Physical abuse. I look in the bathroom mirror. God, I look disgusting, something I always told myself. People went in and out the door, and it was a public bathroom. After all, I wonder if people saw a teenage girl crying to herself in the bathroom mirror, saying how disgusting and repulsive she is.Probably not, but if they did, no wonder why it's so easy for them to walk past without saying a word. I digress. This isn't my first rodeo, after all. I grabbed my thanks and left the bathroom, probably leaving a trail of tears behind. Well, this is my...