Dream 11: Bjork on a Submersible Piano The amphitheater is as empty as the bright, cloudless sky above it. There is no one here except for my father and I. We sit near the stage at the lowest tier.Dream 11: Bjork on a Submersible Piano2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
My father desperately tries to explain something to me, but his voice is a garble of meaningless syllables. So, I walk away.
Moments later, I stumble across a full sized piano built into the seating. It is designed to operate in water and not air. The keys are submerged in water, housed in separate, transparent and rectangular boxes. The hammers and the strings are also submerged.
I begin playing a Björk song, Isobel.
All of the strings are big, fat bass strings. The sound they make in unison is like an orchestra through a spring reverb tank or a Space Echo.
Rolling sounds of steel crest a
Headspace Prologue: Intro to Identity DisordersThere exists is a disorder in which it feels as though multiple souls or minds share a singular body. This phenomena is known as a "Split Personality Disorder". This category can be called by many other names, such as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD). There is also UDD (Unspecified Dissociative Disorder) and OSDD (Other Specified Dissociative Disorder), which can be broken down into DDNOS-1a and DDNOS-1b. I, personally, have DDNOS-1b. This means that I have multiple personalities or "facets" among other symptoms of DID, but do not generally have amnesia because of them.Headspace Prologue: Intro to Identity Disorders3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Those of us with these disorders classify ourselves as "systems" because we are a team of many different people working together to function as a "normal" human being. There are generally two types of systems: Median and Multiple. I am a Median System. I'm not a Multiple System because we share most of our memories. Multiple Systems forget after nearly every switch.
I have onl
Ean FulmerFile;Num. # 384578DH3Ean Fulmer17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Name: Ean Fulmer
Ethnicity: White/ Caucasian
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair: Blond. Military issue close cut.
Blood Type: O+
Sexuality: Pan sexual
Occupation: Commander (Warden Vanguard)
Captain of the ship Phoenix.
Nickname: Living Legion
Mother (Deceased) Lilly Fulmer
Father (Unknown) Name Unknown
Likes: Rain, light music, action, honesty, loyalty, handwork, food, humor, peace, reading, sketching, running, mornings, being surrounded by people he cares about, his ship, peace, reuniting families, bringing hope, and cuddling.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, rap music, smoking, poker, romance books, silence, layabouts, politicians, politics (all together), being told he can not do something, bragg
Meet me!Name: [REDACTED]Meet me!16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Preferred name: Noah
Sex: Imagine a 30 volume textbook on the history of the French Revolution between someone's legs
DOB: October 13 (wink wink nudge nudge)
Height: 5'7'' last time I checked
Sexuality: I would say, since I'm like 97.5% attracted to guys, that I'm homosexual but if you wanted to be technical, I also find some girls attractive, you could call me bisexual
Relationship status: Taken (Trust me, I can't believe it either).
Sign: Libra; my sun sign is Sagittarius.
Origin city: [REDACTED]
Nationality: African American
Occupation: Student (Feel free to murder me at your convenience).
Personality: In general, I'm a very sarcastic, and sardonic person; I love self-depricating and black humor. To people I don't know well, I'm very quiet and generally one tone; once you get to know me, I get very weird very fast. To my dismay, I can be kind of flighty and naïve to an extent.
Likes: Bae, black humor, memes, Earthbound, cleverness/quick wit
My first: Part 2 I was still gazing out the window, as I heard my name I said here, blah blah blah same old story.My first: Part 218 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters
I copied what the teacher had on the board and finished my work in less then eight seconds, and then felt my face deeply blush, because 'He' was staring at me. I slightly tilt my head to his direction to see him with a huge grin across his face. He looks so smug that it made me turn bright red. I covered my face with my hair to hide that fact.
I could hear the giggling from the back intensify as the teacher brought her gaze to me.
"Serafina!" I sighed deeply at hearing this.
"Why are you giggling?"
I looked around and point at myself in a questionable way.
"Your asking me? It was them." I point at the group in the back who were slightly giggling.
"Hmmm, I can't hear them."
Oh great, she's deaf.
Before she even spoke, the bell rang, sending all the students to second period.
Blog 01: Let me Begin again!I won't hide the fact I wish I could turn back the hands of time and stop a moment of my life from happing. I try my best to please everyone, to keep the wheels of happiness turning and yet I still find myself getting told I was wrong, or bullied into taken back an answer I gave. Maybe it's just me, I can't help being who I am, you think it's easy sharing my life stories without the worry of someone accusing me of being a male. You may wonder where this has came from seeing how I've not been as active as I normaly am. Well, it's simple, when I do or say nothing it's fine with the World. If I stand up and fight for a friend, or make a simple comment it's wrong and should be punished for it, I really am losing all the will to keep going.Blog 01: Let me Begin again!2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
My Blog: Let's Go! or Not?I woke up this morning thinking I was going to complete my story and let everyone lay down the feedback, but, that feeling just vanished leaving me to wonder what to do for the time I have to spare. Is it just me or do you have that same moment, leave a comment down below.My Blog: Let's Go! or Not?1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Untitled 1I lay there, in a state of exhaustion which can only be brought about by the unique combination of panic and frustration that I have become accustomed to. I remember it with blurry vision. I've concluded this is from too much blood forced to my eyes by a rabbit heart, 150 beats per minute. As I sit up, my failing body tries to swoon. I resist and rest my head in my hands instead. Is it too soon to give up?Untitled 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I ponder this for a second longer than the last time this happened. Each time, creeping closer to a decision made.
The world is shades of ash and coal. A glimmer of light reflects from the windowsill and escapes the heavy drapes. I resent it. I taste copper, I smell dust, I feel heavy.
As I wallow, I hear a voice from the hall. Fumbling for my footing I stand up and take two steps. The creak of the floorboard is shrill. Despite the dampening bedding, this room is now an amphitheater. On the third step towards the door, I'm met with an invisible wall, strong enough to knock me to the
Bloody FinsShe was a sea monster with a venomous bite.Bloody Fins2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Her blue and green scales blended together to exhibit a dark coat. Her coal-black eyes bore into your soul, like she was quietly planning your demise. She navigated through the freshwater, prowling around the edges of her tank. Her gills spiked whenever she caught sight of another presence, a warning sign that claimed she was danger. Whenever she lunged at her victims in her savage-like ways their screams translated into jagged sound waves, trembling the waters with rocky vibrations. She tackled, she snapped, she raged like a turbulent thunderstorm. Her relentless nature spilled red and made her the fittest of them all.
She was my grandpa's beta fish.
Ma maison hantee : Partie 2Comment j’ai transformé ma demeure en maison hantée — Partie 2Ma maison hantee : Partie 222 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Mon frère et moi avions rapporté en catimini la planche de Ouija chez maman. Nous préférions le lui cacher, car on se doutait qu’elle refuserait son utilisation à la maison. On décida d’attendre au soir, moment que l’on considérait comme le plus propice pour qu’elle ne nous remarquât pas. Le lieu du crime : le sous-sol. Nous passions la majorité de notre temps à cet endroit, puisque l’ordinateur y était situé. Ma mère s’y rendait seulement pour accéder à la laveuse, et elle n’exécutait cette tâche que le jour. On était convaincu qu’on ne serait jamais dérangé.
L’heure était venue. L’au-delà allait devoir nous affronter. Mon frère avait allumé des chandelles pour l’occasion. Cela nous permit de fermer les lumières.
Providential EmbarrassmentI don't get God's sense of humor sometimes, especially when it works for my best interests.Providential Embarrassment6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
On Friday, October 15, 2015. I was bouncing off the wall with excitement for the Women's Ministries' Fall Retreat in Washington; I was going to have a chance to meet Melody Mason, the main speaker and author of one of my favorite books, Daring to Ask For More. I was craving for godly advice on how to enrich my prayer life, and to learn how to get closer with Jesus.
I packed up my suitcase and backpack, and cleaned my room (because who wants to come home to a messy room?). I checked the time. It was almost 1:00 pm. Laura should be on her way, I thought to myself. With everything ready and outside the door, I sat on my porch, eagerly waiting to be picked up. Time ticked by; and as the minutes dragged on, I wondered what was holding Laura up. Traffic? Technical difficulties? I texted her, 'Are you on your way?'
A few minutes later she replied, 'Next week!'
For a moment, it seemed that eve
BonesIt’s a sunny lunchtime, and the pandemonium from the playground and the casual chat of students rushing everywhere is as normal as always. But everything feels different as we’re led into the science lab. The walls just a little too clinical, the tiles just a little too squeaky clean, everything false and unfocused, like a nightmare.Bones2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I had mentally avoided this topic for most of the day. When our form tutor asked us to see him at lunch to discuss it, I managed to not think about it for five hours and when I did I just forced myself to grin and bear it for the time being.
Is that how she had lived her life for...however long it was? Whenever anyone asked her about why she wasn’t eating or commented on how skinny she was, did she feel like she was living on borrowed time and stalled thoughts?
The teacher starts talking and although at the time I was listening and understanding, I couldn’t remember most of what he said within a week. But I can remember the exact te
Whose is this face, smiling back at me?Whose is this face, smiling back at me?10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
The heavy plastic of the old plaid tablecloth crinkles loudly beneath my legs, sticking to my skin as the heat of high summer creeps with soft-edged languor through the screens of my open windows and fills the room like effervescent gold, a blanket of downy warmth upon my childish frame. The oil paints, newly opened, newly gifted me by my visiting sort-of-aunt, squelch and rasp against the canvas and my hands, staining my clothes with flashes of ultraviolet blue: stark, dark against the fawn backdrop of my summer tan. The sound of my laughter is the tinkling of bells in the silence of the room and the distant noise of our guests, and I move with all the vibrant energy of my seven-year-old self to that joyful music as I paint between the lines of the printed drawing on the canvas. I could have painted this myself, I think; I don’t need lines. A lie, of course, but I wasn’t so disillusioned and pragmatic as a child as to be so aware
Headspace Chapter 6: LeeThey are... a sad story.Headspace Chapter 6: Lee3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
They are the truth behind the scars.
We all have Our moments of weakness,
But Theirs manifest differently.
In the forms of razors and nooses.
They're extremely depressed.
They've been suicidal since grade seven,
When everything was confusing,
And nothing felt right.
They did what They had to do
To feel normal.
They haven't made an attempt on Her life
Since They realized We were here.
They didn't even see Us until We were Juniors.
They now realize Our lives are in Their hands, as well.
That doesn't stop Them from hurting.
It doesn't stop Them from running blades over skin.
The most They'd done for the past year and a half
Was sob Themselves to sleep
Or sulk in a corner.
But last week They faced again.
They haven't been seen since.
They drew so much blood for Me to clean up...
So much more than any of the times before.
I'm not angry.
I'm just worried for Their safety
Wherever They went.
I hope they're safe.
I hope someday We can find Them.
I hope We can help Them
Headspace Epilogue: Letters to EveryoneDear Casey,Headspace Epilogue: Letters to Everyone3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
I know. I was once like you. I was angry at the world and wanted everything to hurt the way I did. I wanted to destroy everyone's happiness because I thought I could not feel it myself. I forgive you for what you did to me. To my relationships. I will endure and I will rebuild myself.
Case, I just want you to know that I don't hate you. Even if you despise me and all I stand for. I want you to know it's okay that you're in this body. I welcome you. You've made me stronger than I was. You gave me a voice. Even if your temper is a little wild, I can forgive you because you taught me to stand up for myself. Just promise me one thing? Try to be happy.
Your childlike wonder astounds me. I cannot comprehend how you still manage to see the best in everything after all you've seen. I wish you would show yourself more. Maybe now you will. Maybe you can help us become a better me.
Maddi, don't ever change. You give me the smile I need on days when I don't even want to
Headspace Chapter 4: AveryI am the level-headed narrator of events.Headspace Chapter 4: Avery3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
The director, working behind the scenes,
Keeping everything in working order.
I think everything through and make major decisions.
It is my responsibility to try my best to keep everyone together.
To keep Us from having a total and complete meltdown.
To make Us appear normal.
I slip up sometimes.
I let someone see Me fight with someone else in here.
I let someone jump in without warning.
But I try my best
To fulfill my purposes
As Gatekeeper and Frontrunner.
Caretaker and Manager.
I get us our jobs and keep them.
I run this like a business.
The goal: Keep the space safe.
And sometimes I do... too well.
I keep Us too safe
To the point where I don't let people get close
That way no one can hurt Her.
I don't remember when I got here.
I feel like I've always been.
Like I was the first of Our group
To emerge from the back of Her mind.
Like there was never a moment She existed
In which I did not exist as well.
I do all I can to keep things running sm
Headspace Chapter 1: AshShe is Our Center.Headspace Chapter 1: Ash3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
She is Our reason for being.
Her Light travels through each of us, connecting us by a golden rope of memory and good intentions.
We are one, yet We are separate.
She is Our Home.
She doesn't come out much,
But when She does,
It's as though We were all there at the same time.
She is Our Host.
She is kind and gentle,
Strong-willed and passionate,
Struggling, like anyone else,
Intelligent and resourceful,
Cunning, sometimes to the point of being cruel,
She is everything that makes Us.
She loves. She hates.
She's quiet, soft-spoken, and doesn't interrupt.
She's always the last to speak up, for She does not wish to seem rude.
She appears normal,
But, then again, so do most of Us.
She keeps Us safe.
She keeps Us from overstepping our boundaries.
And we love Her,
So we try to repay Her for Her kindness.
For giving Us a home.
For giving Us a mind, even if it's cluttered some days.
For letting Us arrange things the ways We each desire.
For connecting Us to one an
Headspace Chapter 2: CaseBefore Her, We were wanderers,Headspace Chapter 2: Case3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Traveling throughout the twists and turns of Her mind,
Not knowing where We were headed or what We may find along the way.
She found Us.
She gave Us somewhere to stay.
She recognized Herself in each of Us.
And, in return,
We gave Her companionship on the days where She felt as though She had no one else.
But, like anyone else, We get jealous.
More specifically, He got jealous.
He destroys Her relationships.
He demolishes every good thing We try to build for Her.
He does not do this because We ask Him to.
Out of love for Her,
We are content in sharing Her with the outside world.
He does this purely because...
He is the physical embodiment of hatred.
There are very few moments anyone will see Him calmed or docile.
We have no idea what made Him despise so purely,
But We genuinely wish We could save Him from Himself,
So She can finally find happiness
And not have it all ruined in due time.
So She does not have to live in the constant fear
Space Services and Pecking order.Unity Force: Medical aid, goes out after battle. (Like National Guard) Go out when needed for aid and support. Often peaceful and see little to no action. Made of reserves (Volunteers) and retired men and women.Space Services and Pecking order.3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Prime Corpse: Step above Unity force, where beginning Military training commences. (Basically Basic.) Can join Prime at age 16. Basic survival training, basic hand to hand, and Flight school. (Plus other electives one can take. Bomb Tech., foreign language etc.)
Nova Corpse: Join at age 18, will see some action. Learn to fight in combat situations and combat flight tactics. Military issued weapons training. This is where the Pilots and the ground troops are sorted out. Awards and ability to rise in Rank start here. Mainly work on teamwork and leadership.
The Grand Attack Force: (Like the Air Force for space ships.) Pilots are tested, and given testing to see if they are fit for public service or Combat pilot opportunities. Upkeep, gunnery, flight school, ect.
Headspace Chapter 5: MonicaHer coming out has become a very rare occurrence.Headspace Chapter 5: Monica3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
She split from Him while We were in high school
And came to being after an incident
The summer after Freshman year.
Her ways of coping are...
Unconventional to say the least.
But, out of this, She gives Us confidence.
She tells Us when We do well.
When We make Host's body look beautiful.
She makes Us proud of what we do.
She hasn't faced in over two years.
At least not in public.
Not while in the company of any other people.
And it's partially My fault.
I keep Her hidden.
I don't want people knowing about Her.
There is a rule that when We're in public
She cannot face alone.
She has to face beside me, if at all,
So I may send Her away if She makes us look bad.
Which She does very often.
She talks too much of the things She wishes would be.
Things that friends of ours do not need to hear from us.
It's almost as though She does it on purpose
To test my patience.
But, She also draws people in.
She's like a siren, but not as deadly,
Headspace Chapter 3: MaddiFlowers bloom from her footsteps as she walks.Headspace Chapter 3: Maddi3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
She is sweetness and love.
She is kind and energetic and all everyone else in this space aspire to be.
She doesn't want to face it.
Maybe She's scared of accidentally scaring people away.
We wish She would try.
If anyone could undo the damage He does
It would be Her.
She's surfaced once this past year.
She was so happy...
We were all so happy.
It was as if We were on top of the world.
If She came out more often
We would be a better person.
If She came out more often,
We could have saved those relationships.
We could have found true happiness for Host.
But I don't blame Her.
It's frightening out there.
She's scared. Anxious.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone out there.
But doesn't She see that She could save them from hurting?
She loves so unconditionally.
And when she hurts, We all do.
These past months have been especially hard on Her.
They've been very hard for all of Us, as well.
Even He calms down when She's at her best.
Dream 12: Spaceship Sabotage I’m aboard a dystopian spaceship in the future. I work for the government eradicating traitors, subversives, agitators.Dream 12: Spaceship Sabotage1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Someone has planted a bomb in the cargo room.
I locate the saboteur and shoot him with a laser bb gun (it fires spherical, copper-colored beams). He falls into an electrical dust storm in outer space and disintegrates into the nothingness.
I locate a second saboteur at a gathering of high ranking officials. He hasn't been publicly exposed yet. The officials still believe he is a loyal member of the state.
I immobilize him with the laser bb gun. No one believes me when I tell them he is a saboteur, and they pursue me as though I am a traitor.
Running down white, empty cor
My first: Part 1 The same routine, every single day. Get up in the morning, get dressed, go to the hell I call a school. I’ve done the same thing every single day since I was young. Go to school and never misbehave, don’t be mean, be a social freaking butterfly. I’m sick of the little ‘perfect girl’ people think I am. The girl people think can push around, or make fun of, or be mean to. I want to be who I am and not fear what people will think. But I can’t, not yet at least. I still haven’t found myself yet. Well, why not try?My first: Part 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
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