Showing posts from July, 2017

Story for the Day: Cutting Back

I absolutely abominate diets. Martje has more tolerance for Bilar's meticulations than I would ever do.

A word about #suicide: #RIPChesterBennington

Whenever I am wont to have a difficult evening, I have something like this in the morning, to remind myself that there are some things suffering existence for. Writing, art, books, cats, chocolate, games-- these are the little joys that push me forward when I consider less appealing alternatives.
When I was in my early twenties, I considered and even attempted suicide several times. I was working three jobs I absolutely hated just to pay for an education I desperately needed. I worked in the mornings, attended classes in the afternoons, returned to work in the evenings, and worked on weekends to shore up the attenuated cash flow. I came home at night to an empty one-room apartment, to charm my mattress and my broken laptop with stories of how horrid my day was, and scramble into writing another few lines of a chapter when I could. It was five long years of bitter lamentations and the paltry comfort of packaged ramen before I felt some reprieve, and during that time I conside…

Story for the Day: Decaf -- Part 2

I have discovered there is such a thing as decaffeinated black tea. I have never been so horrified in all my life. The Frewyn in me revolts every which way.

Story for the Day: Decaf

Marridon is known for its many inventions and technological innovations, and while strike matches, baking soda, and the printing press have all been accepted on the southern continent, decaffeinated Lucentian coffee will probably never find its audience in Frewyn.