The waterfall crashed dramatically behind him, drowning out the normal noises of the jungle. From the large fl at rock he perched upon, he felt the occasional larger drop of river water as a slightly colder patter than the rain that had been falling constantly for the last two days. The tableau before him had not changed significantly in those same two days.



This was to be his final test, a demonstration to the masters at the monastery that he was their equal. Like all the prior… Continue

Every time he raises his hand to me, he seems to be waiting for the perfect moment to let it fall.  That moment almost always seems to come soon for him.  I cry and struggle and sometimes even dare to fight back, but it always ends the same;  Both of us in tears, mine of pain and his of guilt and both of sorrow.  I put on makeup and covering clothes to hide the bruises, and we both try to forget what happened and move on to happier thoughts.

 

Life with Marcus seems to be made…

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I always had the most vivid and detailed dream, until the night reality sprung a leak.  It was your typical presenting naked at school kind of dream, full of anxiety and embarrassment.  I had finally made my way off the stage, covered myself with some old towels, and was trying to find my way out of the oddly lit and wholly terrifying backstage area when I ran into the nightstand next to my bed with an alarming amount of force. 

 

At first I thought it was just another weird…

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The carnival barker cried out at the crowds, "Bearded Ladies, Worm Boys, and Freaks of all kinds!  Come see the marvelous, hideous, miraculous things the exist outside of your normal world."  Davy gaped, open mouthed, at the large bearded man in his gawdy scarlet striped outfit.  The barker took note and smiled at the boy.  "You there, lad.  Do you want to come inside?"  He beckoned the young boy forward with a large hand, weighted with thick rings.  Davy stepped up to the podium behind…

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