You have the right not to cope. by Qahnareen, literature
Literature
You have the right not to cope.
> Split Of… Tenebroso < Chapter two #7 You have the right not to cope. 2.01.2024 Eaten by fear and panic. Instead of sleeping, I spent half the night fighting with thoughts and fear, still not knowing what to do. Yesterday I somehow got through working until 3 p.m... Yes, I worked all Christmas and they gave me January 1st at 8 am... As it was a holiday for others, I was stuck in thoughts all day long: "what should I do?" At work in the morning I somehow overcame my fear and tried to call the clinic... Voicemail... Half an hour later, during another break at work, I call again and the same thing happens again... I want to do it while I have the motivation. I'm trying today until tomorrow, if not, I'll give up and that's it. I hate this waiting and uncertainty. The idea that it is better to die than to ask for help and feel guilty wins. Thank you for stressing me out, making me nervous and wasting all my breaks at work. I finally managed to call just as I
Marianne puffed as she dragged the heavy shopping bags into her apartment. Although it was only 8.45, it was already quite warm. She put down her heavy load on the kitchen floor and took out a small fruitcake, topped with whipped cream. This was her traditional gift to herself every time she shopped. Luckily, she shopped only once a week, otherwise she would not be the slender woman she was. As she put the groceries into the cupboards and freezer, she was reminded of the fact that they were groceries for one and she sighed. Could it have been otherwise if Robert hadn’t acted the way he had? They had met two years ago at the owners’ meeting, and he had been the first man who had made a positive remark about her, at least as far as she could remember. Marianne’s schooldays had been hell; every one of her friends had found a boyfriend (except for Esther, who had a girlfriend) and she had remained alone as the ugly duckling in the fairy tale. Later in life things had not improved; men just
ounce o' tunnel compost* by juniusrapture, literature
Literature
ounce o' tunnel compost*
@ the onset of the Lotus Plenum please keep your Coconuts and Octopus Costumes to your- self or at least until the lights are ex- tinguished at witch time you may commence the Mounting of whatever Plutonic Content you so choose provided that all Sages of Consent have been Driven to the Way- side during the Time al- lotted for Immanuel's Transmission to be both re- paired AND put back in- to circulation so as to facilitate a Rapid Gathering of Nucleic Nut Com- ponents for the up and coming Opulent Scum- bag Hootenanny and Flake Bail........... Are there any ERECTIONS???????????????????????
GreenHearts' Twin Tickles by BNW-Writes, literature
Literature
GreenHearts' Twin Tickles
Stirring from a peaceful slumber, the two girls Nepgear and Uni, rose and awakened to a new setting than they had been in, before going to sleep. A plush cyan blanket lay with them, and after Nepgear looked around the new room curiously, she looked to Uni next. “Oh!” Nepgear slapped a hand over her mouth as a large grin spread onto her face. She stifled a giggle. “Uni, I like your new outfit. It really makes you look cute.” She said, pointing to the yellow-green colored bikini she sported. “And look, it matches your nails!” As Uni looked down to her hands in bewilderment, she found that what Nepgear was saying was true. Each individual was colored in a green and yellow pattern, making her stick out like a lemonade stand. But as she also moved to see her hand, a long lock of blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. “Aaaaand…” Nepgear said teasingly, Uni looked up to see the other girl poking at her lips. She assumed this meant her lipstick was swapped with this color as well. Uni