Walk on back
It is said that death and taxes are two constants in life, perhaps it is true. There are many constants in life as we all find out.
All too often all we can ever do is just walk back to it or away from it, even if for a short time.
As one woman discovers for herself.
So this is it then. That was the main thought running through her mind as she set off back home from the doctors surgery, her concerns had been confirmed following a series of blood tests. She was given the estimate of a year or less left to live after it was confirmed that she had the same terminal illness tha
I am the creator of worlds, the creator of entire universes. Lives spring from my fingers with relative ease and they come and go throughout the course of their lives.
Names, faces, voices, all blend into a symphony of images and words.
I am not a God by any means, I do not claim to be such a thing. To believe oneself to be such a thing is folly and arrogance, I just create because my heart and soul strive to create.
It is a soothing balm for me at times to create, to give life even if only for a short time. For although the lives may be short in the telling they may live on in memory of those who experience those lives.
I am not a paren
A little something for Transgender Remembrance Day, this is a day for the Trans community where we remember those who have been murdered, those who have ended their lives by their own hand, those who's deaths have not been reported correctly because the media dead names and misgenders us constantly.
Trans women are women
Trans men are men
We are not your punch bags
We are not your target practice
We are not your sex toys to use and abuse
We are not the monsters you make us out to be
We are generally not a threat to you or anyone else
We just wish to be able to live our lives as ourselves
We yearn to be happy as who we are
We are the same s
Harsh words cut cold in the soul, the same harsh words I hear every second of the day telling me that I am nothing, I am worthless. Cold words, harsh words, spoken from a darkness within me.
A thick darkness that consumes me, envelopes me, speaks to me and drives me farther into itself.
I try to say something to others, to tell them of the darkness but they ignore me while telling me to get over it. They tell me that it is all in my head and that I am just being weak, they dismiss my cries for help.
They leave me to the darkness that I am becoming ever lost in.
They leave me.
The darkness whispers, it taunts, it consumes. Please someone
One of the constants in life is endings, it may sound sad but it is one of the many constants. For a gamer there are many endings and a lot of the time you might not even notice because you're eager to move onto the next generation of games and consoles as the older generation reaches it's end.
All good things and all that.
With the X-Box 360 and PlayStation 3 nearing the end of their generations, the Wii having reached it's end a few years ago and the Wii U regarded to be close to it's end as well although it's still going to this day even though it doesn't exactly have a massive release list then I feel like writing about my own goodbyes
Hello to all of Reina's readers, it's Reina Beaumont here. Sadly Reina is having trouble with her writing skill and is unable to give a Christmas themed story for this year. I'm sure there are those of you who were hoping for a new Christmas story from her and she has spent the past few weeks trying to do that.
The constant back pain she is suffering from and has been suffering from through the month has had an impact on her focus, her writing skill is refusing to cooperate and each time she tries to write she can't concentrate long enough.
She badly needs motivation, focus and to be in less pain all the time. Maybe with luck once she's g
*A little thing that I'm curious about doing, a what if I was split into two – the woman I am and the male that society demanded me to be because of how my body was born*
Reina Watt(me) – I thought this kind of nonsense could only happen in movies or TV shows.
Anthony Watt – You.
RW – Aye, me, the real person who was supposed to have a fully female body, the person who was denied a life because of you.
AW – I was the one who was born!
RW – Only as a body! I was the one born inside you, the one who pleaded to be heard and be able to live! Everyone kept seeing you while not hearing me! Because of you
*Another look into my thoughts with me and my story character of Reina Beaumont, bear in mind this is not an ego trip, this is something I find to be helpful*
Reina Beaumont: How are you feeling?
Reina Watt: I'm sure you would know the feelings yourself, after all you've experienced loss many times.
RB: True, but this isn't about me, is it? It is about you needing to be able to talk but being unable to talk to anyone else so you are talking to me and typing it out so that you can see the words instead of feeling them inside you. So how are you feeling?
RW: Tired, stressed, sore and I miss my friend deeply. It's been a little over t
Life is short.
As simple as that, three simple words which say more truth than an entire book full of them. Or an entire library full.
Life is short.
We always believe that we have so much time to say things later that we don't say now, we believe, naively, that there is always plenty of time when in reality we have very little time at all. At any moment, at any second, all of that time that we believe we have would just end and all that would be left are silent regrets with an emptiness in life where we once were.
No more words to be said, no more aspirations of the next second, the next minute, the next hour. Nothing but empty silence.
One more nappy dance
Feel the beat and bump!
Maybe she should back out before she makes a fool of herself, she wasn't exactly Miss Graceful. In her pre-transition years her total dancing was more like being punched from person to person while having homophobic and transphobic slurs thrown at her.
She had expected to die whenever that happened, she only survived by finding the chance to run for safety. She wasn't exactly much of a dancer.
“Almost ready, you should get dressed for the part but only if you're sure. You did remark on wanting to try it out, but if you want to back out then that's perfectly understandable” Yes, sh
With beginnings come endings.
With endings come reasons.
I never expected to be making this so soon, well if you consider after a thousand years of being in this universe an end for me. It is.
I record this at the end, my final message which explains how the end came to be.
This is the prologue to that end, the explanation of events that led to it. The events themselves are really nothing special but I feel they need to said while I have the time to explain them.
My name is Reina Beaumont, daughter to Sara and Ian Beaumont, sister to Annie and Alan, identical twin sister to Rena Beaumont. As of this time I am two thousand, thirty eight
Another day on the shelf, another day of waiting for someone to take me home with them. People pass me by and few even give me a glance, they usually go for some puppy or a kitten, no one seems to want a brown and white bunny like me.
I've been here for what feels like years, maybe it has been years. I've seen what happens to others who have been here for years and it isn't pretty. At least I think it isn't pretty, it's hard to say since I can't exactly find out for myself but there are rumours.
“What kind of plushie do you think she'll like?” I've heard those words many times before and I expect to be ignored sinc
Got a beat?
Then time for another nappy dance
For years, even though it had been forced upon her, science and engineering had been almost her entire life. She had never been taught any of those skills and she had never expected to ever need them since she and her parents had been on the run for so long that her life didn't look to be a long one once hiding places from the British Empire became few and far between.
Only death looked to be in her future.
Close to six hundred years have passed since then and while engineering is still not to her liking, although she has learned a lot about it and is a pretty proficient engineer now, science
That's what it had said on the personnel file, deceased. A word she had never expected to see on her own personnel file even if it wasn't exactly her own file per-say, it was still her file.
'Reina Harit Beaumont
USS Menelaus Security
Deceased, actually deceased. Dead, gone, her remains having been melted down and fired into the first star they come to upon her own request. Yet not her, some future self who had been duplicated by the transporter by accident.
“Computer, are these her quarters?” The ship was mostly quiet while on night shift, the past several hours of helping the engi
Yay, what's the ideas for it? - Since the series is inspired from the likes of Twilight Zone, Stories From the Crypt and other such series in the same kind of vein then it would be a narrator introduction while I try to coax my writing skill to cooperate
Nay, just write a new story - I'm trying my best to coax my writing skill to cooperate, the constant stress I'm in isn't helping
I'm wondering if I should have a narrator kind of character for the Little Tales in full, I've already hinted at one with each story but never given much development to them.
Maybe I could, I'll give it some thought.
Sorry once again for the lack of new stories, this past week has been a stressful one due to being attacked by transphobic neighbours who have smashed all my windows, recovering from sleep deprivation, trying to keep my computer from dying on me, try ...