Bimbosis - TGThere's metal around my neck. It hurts, and it scares me; but I can't remember why I'm scared. I don't want to be scared, but I am scared, and I don't want to be scared. God, why do I have to be so scared?Bimbosis - TG5 years ago in Short Stories
I have to do something. I have to I have to remove it? That doesn't make sense. I have to open my eyes? I don't want to. There's cold rock when I reach out; rough textures and cool metals, and horrid pain. The constant fear of being stabbed.
I don't want to open my eyes.
But I can't remember why.
It's hard to think about it; I don't want to think about it. There's a memory beneath the surface, but it scares me. I don't want to reach for it. I want to run away. I don't know where to run to. I have to get away.
It feels so hard to think.
There are things around me. These these things. These things I can't seem to name. They're sharp and pretty, but they hurt soooo bad. I have to name them. If I can't name them, I might not be able to avoid them; they might hurt m
The Bimbofication of Denise1.The Bimbofication of Denise9 months ago in Short Stories
“You are such a BITCH!”
This was a part of her job that Denise hated: having to deal with angry students. In this case it was Jenna, a student that the young high school history teacher had had problems with before.
“Young lady, just because the rest of the class has already left for lunch gives you no right to speak to me in such a way!” Denise’s tone was quiet but firm. “The grade you got is the grade you deserve.”
“If I was a cheerleader or a jock you wouldn’t say that, you’d at least let me do it over! God this is so unfair! Why are you even a teacher anyway, you are so not good at it!”
“Maybe if you spent more time on your schoolwork Jenna, and less time worrying about what you’re going to wear, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“What do you know? You wear the same boring shit every single day. You are just jealous; you wish you coul