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Wafran OP t1_j3i6x1x wrote
Reply to comment by Star_Strucked0677 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
Once upon a time, before the guns, the bombs, and the electricity, there lived two sisters, twins that were destined to be queens of the land they inhabited, but their mother fell pregnant again before it was their turn, both twins, adults at this point, reasoned that if the baby in their mother's belly turned out to be a boy, their destiny would be ruined...
So... they organized a plan...
They got a potion from a wise woman, on the pretense that one of them was pregnant and didn't desire the child, then, the two wicked women feed the woman the brew with some tea...
...
Both the twins were caught in the act by the king's physician, when their father heard of what they had done, he sent them to a tower... there to stay until they starved... oh, but what a misfortune, the drink worked, and the queen miscarried...
...Now the kingdom had no heirs... no hope... and when the kings both died, everything fell to ruin under riots.
Wafran OP t1_j3i5uyr wrote
Reply to comment by Turdmanjones32 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
There is a legend that swirls in the wind of this land, of an old tale from tongues estranged from each other, about a tree that exists in the middle of the black woods, a tree born when a fairy forgot about everything in her life... who she loved, who she mourned and even who she was, and so gave up her life so that nobody would ever forget anything ever again...
It is the tree of memories, that grows in a waterfall once every 10 years, if you see the tree and eat from its fruits, you'll remember anything that you've ever forgotten about, if instead, you wish to forget something, you can still gain something from finding the tree...
You shall simply wash yourself in the river that flows from the roots of the true, but beware, the water will take away all of your memories, and you will be reborn a new person... you may remember what you know, but not who you were or who you love nor mourn.
...That is a legend that I heard from my grandmother once...
Wafran OP t1_j3i4opo wrote
Reply to comment by tubas4life in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
Yeah, sorry, I think I couldn't find anything inspiring.
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Wafran OP t1_j3i4aif wrote
Reply to comment by gaborrero in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
"You know?"
Said someone on the other side of the white curtain...
"No matter what, I'll always love you"
The person, whoever it was, had a kind voice I sort of remembered from a dream, who would say that to an old decrepit woman like myself? that can't even remember her own name, much less the people that used to care for her?
"Do you remember me?"
Asked the voice, and I didn't quite know how to respond, as if my words had been stolen away by the hourglass of time, I wanted to see this person's face, I reached to the curtain and a faint memory invaded me with the need to see the person on the other side.
"I'm an old friend..."
The curtain was then pulled by the person on the other side... now I knew it wasn't a person, instead, it was some sort of creature, with more eyes than I could count, wings on its back, and a tender smile on its face... at first, I wanted to escape, but then I heard the voice again.
"I've always been here for you Avis... It's time to go..."
When the creature took my hand, I seemed to forget what pain was... and suddenly remembered everyone in my life... every memory that I had lost...
Up there, I saw faces that I now recognized as old friends and family... and allowed myself to feel like a little girl again.
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Wafran OP t1_j3i3ddg wrote
Reply to comment by Gnidlaps-94 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
I was at first ignoring that it was happening, seeing something in the corner of your eye is pretty common when you live alone for the first time... or at least that was what I told myself to be relaxed... but... this time, when I flipped my head, I saw... it.
A humanoid creature with skin and eyes the color of the blackest night, its figure looked somewhat soft and delicate, its arms far too thin to do me any harm, but still it was leaning up to look me directly in the eye.
At first, I panicked, but then I realized it didn't seek to do me any danger, it just stood silently and motionless looking at me as if it waited for me to do something... finally I cracked it, looking somewhere else, that's where the creature disappeared.
...
No I know it's there, moving, takin space in the places my eyes are blind to, I don't know what it wants, I don't know how to make it leave... but I've been feeling sicker and sicker... I think this thing I saw was death itself...
Is this the cruelty reserved for those condemned to hell?
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Wafran OP t1_j3i12ox wrote
Reply to comment by TenNinetythree in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
"I remember a time before the rain..."
Said my old grandmother while she looked outside, at a safe distance from the bullet-like sonata of the heaven high above.
"Back then, people found the rain calming... thoughtful, some sort of divine aid..."
We were in what used to be a hotel lobby, drenched and moist from the rain that destroyed the upper floors. My mother looked at my grandmother with sorrow before going inside to get supplies...
"Before, my child, one could stand naked in the rain and not even get a scratch..."
I looked at the old woman, amazed at her story... and I asked her if she ever did such a thing, her response still haunts me to this day.
"I never did it, soft rain was something I took for granted..."
As the drops falling from the sky slowly ceased, and the rain stopped, my mother and I got up to leave... back to the underground facility with an iron ceiling... we left grandma there... as my mother put it, she was becoming a burden... and wouldn't live long anyway...
I took her for granted...
TenNinetythree t1_j3hzzqs wrote
Reply to [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
Let's start with a hard one: Hulusi flute
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linkerbe t1_j3c94e5 wrote
Reply to comment by Insane_Idiot27 in [SP] The voices in your head know you're trying to get therapy to silence them and try to stop you. by Zarimus
I can so relate to this. I love it. Thanks for sharing. We are all connected, you and I, is this grief? Relief? A wondering sigh…
Academic-Chapter-295 t1_j3btuhq wrote
Reply to [SP] The voices in your head know you're trying to get therapy to silence them and try to stop you. by Zarimus
Looking out the window at my therapist's office, I watch as people below move from buildings to cars in a constant stream.
"You're awfully quiet today. Has something changed since the last time we spoke?" Dr. Green asks as she squints at me over her tablet.
I clear my throat, unsure what to say. Should I tell her about the accident? I feel a flush creep up my neck into my face as I burn in shame.
"She will lock you up if you tell her." A gravelly voice croaks inside my skull.
"Let her talk, Walter, then the quack will know just how crazy she is..." a squeaky childlike voice taunts.
The voices begin to swirl and collide in my mind. I cringe and hold my fists over my ears, trying to block them out.
"Shannon?" My therapist is leaning forward with a concerned expression studying my face.
"Just another migraine." I take a few deep breaths and unclench my fists. I swallow and try to look reassuring. "It'll pass."
"No matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of us. It hurts our feelings that you would even try." The childish voice whispers.
"Fuck her, and fuck that bitch. She deserved everything she got! Trying to unalive us. What a disgrace, you should be ashamed." A harsh feminine voice yells.
"Marie is snapping again. Surprise, surprise." Pipin sing-songs.
"Both of you can it." Walter grumbles. "No matter what, we can't tell the truth. I'm too old to get locked up in a cell."
"I wouldn't worry about jail so much as the electric chair. Texas fries people like our Shannon." a cold, steely voice snakes in. My neck hairs stand on end, and I tremble at the voice of pure evil. I hate Earl, he makes me do things I don't want to do. I should really tell Dr. Green. She could get me help. So I don't hurt anyone ever again.
"Dr. Green..." I begin shakily, trying to focus on her. I lock my eyes on her nose. "Dr. Green I need to tell you something..."
"BAM, BAM, BAM!" My therapist looks shocked and mildly irritated by the interruption. She apologizes as she moves to answer the door. I look out the window and see four red and blue flashing squad cars. I feel sick to my stomach.
"The jigs up." Pipin squeaks almost in delight.
"Shit." Walter adds.
"What is this all about?" I hear Dr. Green ask from far away. My head starts to swim, and I see black spots.
"Don't faint. I want you to be awake for this." Earl's voice slithers in one ear and out the other. I can't watch and look down to study my shoes.
A primal sound pierces the air. I sharply look up and see Dr. Green clutching at the policeman as she slides to the floor sobbing.
"I am sorry, ma'am." The officer offers softly.
"Here we go. Remember, Shannon, if you hadn't started this therapy bullshit none of this would have happened. This is on you." Marie scolds.
"Awe, Marie, don't make her feel bad." Earl cooed. "Trust me, she liked it. First time she felt in control in years. Isn't that right, Shannon? Let me know when you want the sequel. Anytime you want to feel alive again."
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" I shout and stand up. Dr. Green is pale and on the floor. She is looking at me like she discovered the monster under her bed.
"Tell her to stop looking at us like that, or I will give her something to cry about." Walter snaps.
"Shannon..." Dr. Green begins and stops to lick her lips. Her eyes are red and staring.
"My daughter was killed in a hit and run in front of my house earlier today while she was riding her bike." Dr. Green pauses and looks away. Tears streaming down her face as she sobs uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, miss. I think it is best you leave. " One of the officers takes my elbow and gently escorts me out the door. I walk toward the bus stop slowly. The voices shouting, arguing, and celebrating all at once.
"Glad you listened to us and didn't drive today. Those cops would've seen her daughter's pretty blond skull all over your bumper." Earl laughs.
"Shut up..." I whisper with less enthusiasm. "Please, just leave me alone."
"Oh Shannon, you never have to be alone. Not when you have us."
Insane_Idiot27 t1_j3ajbag wrote
Reply to [SP] The voices in your head know you're trying to get therapy to silence them and try to stop you. by Zarimus
[Poem]
People are forged in fire,
and become steel.
They fight monsters as they come
Down the monsters go, one by one.
I had never gotten a blade
Even if I did, mine's couldn't be slayed.
It lives in my house
It sleeps in my bed
It mocks everything I've ever said.
It only laughs at my shouts when
I point at the door and tell it to get out.
It whispers: "We are a pack.
When we were alone, I was there, I held you; It's a fact."
I've tried to push it away,
But I've been locked in my brain.
Because I am the monster.
The monster is me.
Why, oh why can't you see?
I'm the monster; I'm far beyond help
To kill the monster, I must kill myself.
As the world burns down,
I'm too tired to feel
I was forged in the fire
But never became steel.
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Source: been depressed as long as I can remember (which is not very long, actually). At least the bitch lets me write something decent once in a while.
SoundsLikeBanal t1_j3af21g wrote
Reply to [SP] The voices in your head know you're trying to get therapy to silence them and try to stop you. by Zarimus
I'm swimming in the ocean. My friends are standing on the shore cheering for me. Telling me I've got this. I can do it. I can be brave.
They're so encouraging. They believe in me. Even though they can see that I'm not really swimming -- I'm just kind of treading water -- they're still giving it their all.
I love them so much. I love them so much it hurts. They're trying so hard to help me.
I want to make them happy.
Still, there's a voice in my head that I can't quiet. A question that I can't answer.
It sits with me because, well... I hate to say it, but I'm not an idiot. I can see that they're not out here with me. They don't know how bad it really is. They don't understand how close I am to going under.
They're on the beach with their toes in the warm sand.
It's easy to tell someone to confront the deepest, darkest recesses of their mind. It's harder to confront it with them.
You want me to "talk to someone"... so why won't you listen to me?
burgerpizzatacocafe t1_j39hz7d wrote
Reply to [SP] The voices in your head know you're trying to get therapy to silence them and try to stop you. by Zarimus
What about her thighs, those jeans were painted on.
Shut up.
YOU shut up.
"No, all of you. I can't hear myself think."
Oh, look at that!
He wants to think.
Think
Think, think, think. In Pooh bear's thinking corner.
"Oh, bother."
They're not going to believe you, you know.
They can't hear US.
You can't even hear us.
Think.
Hear
CAN'T CAN'T CAN'T
Your mother could hear us. Are you going to tell them about your mother?
Freud told them about your mother.
"Leave my mother out of it. You're the ones who killed her."
No, YOU did that.
You're gonna get the chair.
If you make it out of the room. What's that razor for, buddy?
"I haven't shaved in three weeks."
Maybe you look better with a beard.
Yes, better.
Easier to identify.
Your mom had a beard.
"I said leave her out of it!"
We heard you.
We're always listening.
They won't, though.
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ArbitraryChaos13 t1_j36yuyd wrote
George_WL_ OP t1_j34tjt9 wrote
Reply to comment by ArbitraryChaos13 in [WP] You have the power of Verbal Compulsion, people will be compelled to do what you say, the only problem is you can't turn it off, so have to be very careful by George_WL_
That was so good, ASL as a way round it is very clever
SqueakyFarts99 t1_j3i70cs wrote
Reply to [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran
Hurdygurdy.