This Tea Party is a Nightmare - The Troll by IndecisiveLyrics, literature
Literature
This Tea Party is a Nightmare - The Troll
The venue and table were set, and the guests were on their way. Now all I had to do was wait and hope I'd make it through the night. Much to my chagrin, and undoubtedly their pleasure, I had invited all of my nightmares to my house for a tea party; and I was sure this was the last anyone was going to see or hear of me. The one comforting thing that I could cling to was the flimsy trump card I held in my hand; that it was my house and I could kick them out any time I liked.
A large table had been set up in the back yard, and I had made (stereotypically enough, I know) a large batch or two of cookies that were, thankfully, being kept war
I hate my depression.
But I can't fight it anymore.
I just have to accept it. It's a part of me; like it or not. It's not something that you "get over" or a phase. It hangs on. Like that gum you stepped on the other day. Or the smell of skunk. The only way it's going away is if I get used to it being here. The only time it'll go will be when it realizes I don't need it anymore.
Anymore? I never needed it to begin with. It never did me any favors.
I can live without you.
I may hate myself. I may have so many other problems that you can "help" me with. But I don't need you. I never needed you.
You and those other problems are totally diff
Part 1 - The Beginning by IndecisiveLyrics, literature
Literature
Part 1 - The Beginning
You weren’t sure how it happened; how he found you, became interested in you. To be honest, neither was he.
There wasn’t anything extraordinary about you that would have set you apart from anyone else in his eyes. Of course the monsters of the past never really failed to haunt you; you were only human; and more often than you liked you would find yourself wrestled awake by the dark things that lurked at the edges of your mind. Sometimes they were those old monsters, trying to drag you down into the depths with them. Other times it was the fears that actively arrested you, be they fantastical or very real; the dark
February 14. A meaningless day, really. I suppose in previous years it would either be a day to relax, or get a call from an angry lover, hell bent on revenge. But not anymore. Now it had meaning, because now he had someone to spend it with.
Hey, he could be romantic! He could give flowers and drown her in sweets and be cheesy and shit rainbows.
But that's not what she wanted.
She liked things simple. From him, at least. She was easy to please, romantically. He was okay with that. More than okay. It was just that... Sometimes it scared him. Okay, most of the time it scared him. But only because he didn't want to
Verse: Original
Date: 8-7-14 (Subject to change due to updates)
Full Name: Melyndis
Pronunciation: Mel-in-dis
Nickname/Alias: Mel
Meaning: Blessed
Origin: Pulled her name right outta my butt, yo
Title: N/a
Pet Name: N/a
ID Number: N/a
Signature: Her handwriting is generally neat and pretty
Gender: Female
Gender Role: For the most part she acts more feminine
Orientation: Doesn't matter much to her
Real Age: (How old your character is in years)
Age Appearance: Early twenties
Birthday: June 17
Deathday: N/a
Birthplace: Undecided/somewhere in Russia
Astrological Sign: (Western)
Zodiac Sign: (Eastern)
Immediate Family: Her mother found and adop
Fears and Insecurities by IndecisiveLyrics, literature
Literature
Fears and Insecurities
It wasn't the first time they had kissed; not the first time they had slept in a bed together. Nor was it the first time they wanted more; to take the next step in their relationship. But it wasn't the first time she had let her head get to her, either, and stopped him and pushed him away as she cowered in fear of herself.
He was a patient man, and he loved her with all his heart, so he would never pressure her into continuing. He knew that she had a rocky past and that love was a scary thing for her sometimes. And so it was with all that in mind, and nothing less than genuine concern in his voice that he asked gently, "What's
“Dragon! I come with gifts!” The cave was as silent as a tomb. She raised an arm, the bag in her fist clinking deliciously, and her feet taking her body in a circle as they propelled her deeper into the cave.
“Gold and pearls from Drestae, as well as three fat heifers await your answer!”
There was a deep, rumbling chuckle; the presence behind her now unmasked and unmistakable; and she stopped.
“My, my, my. So the Cockatrice returns...”
She turned, her arm lowering, to face the beast. “Against my better judgement, I’m told.”
The cold, calculat