Eroticas Rehabilitas: Sammy the Exhibition Piece

Alexis informed us of a woman trapped in a cage for a year who is forced to eat… er… poop… 

Inventory: One

Business at the Bondage Store has been busy recently. Here is a list of all the items that have been rolling out the door to be used by bondage creatives out and about.

Inventory:
ball and chain, belts, blindfold, cement, chains (100ft diamond rated with hardened carbon steel), coffin, collars, cuffs, darlex sack, drill, duct tape, handcuffs, heavy barred door, jewelry chains (2), locking bolts, mittens, padlocks, piercing needles, rings for piercings (5), ropes, rotating blade saw, sheer black tights (extra large - 4), shovels, straps, transport restraints, U shackles, welding machine, wheeled cage

The Laysan Flower Cage

Thread 1, Part 8
Laysan

The Laysan Flower Cage

(here) - recently

The rest of the day seemed to revolve around figuring out how to take care of me for the next month. Apparently, Paty planned to have someone watching me all day every day. She explained to me that she wanted to make sure that I was always safe. Also, she said that she didn't want me to get bored or listless. My "experiment" was meant to be a quest of discovery. She did not want me to feel left out or simply invisible.

And so, during the rest of the day, a number of Paty's special friends stopped by to see me in my chains and to commit to spend some time with me over the next month during times when Paty would be busy otherwise. Alba, Corwin, and another friend, 2'Ahlay, seemed to be in charge of standardizing rules and best practices for handling my daily affairs.

The Presentation of Restraints

Thread 1, Part 7
Laysan

The Presentation of Restraints

(here) - recently

Alba dragged me through the house to the library where Paty, McNear, and Corwin were sitting. I suddenly felt very shy and became quite aware of my nudity. After a quick smile at Paty, I found myself looking down at the design of the rug. Alba still had a firm hold on my hand.

"Here is our pretty slave!" Alba announced. "We had a discussion, via the computer of course... Laysan told me that she has decided to wear the gag for one month. Right, Laysan?"

Terms

Thread 1, Part 6

Laysan

Terms

(here) - recently

Alba aroused me from the cage the next morning. She removed my blindfold and unlocked the heavy chains from my limbs.

"Pretty, little slave," she teased, "how was your sleep?"

I shrugged. I was uncertain how to feel about her apparent enthusiasm surrounding my gagging. I was wary of what she was up to. I wanted to see Paty. Alba allowed me a little time in the bathroom and then led me to a table where she had set up a laptop.

"Before we join the others, I want to talk to you about your gag. Don't worry... We'll take it out. We all love your voice and the magical things that you can do with your tongue. But first, we need to discuss some terms."

Arousal and the Locks Paradox

Thread 1, Part 5
Laysan

Arousal and the Locks Paradox

(here) - recently

Though it was somewhere deep in the middle of the night and my world was dark and silent, sleep refused to find me. Certainly, I calmed after a while, resigned within my cage and shackles, mute and blind.

Paty would not make me wear this gag for the rest of my life. No way.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Jill and the Underground Bunker

In the superhero business, you have to be nimble. You have to dodge left or right depending on the fall of the chips. Priorities turn on a dime. They are set by happenstance. We considered ourselves lucky when we received the following case file:

The Extended Contract

And though there are a number of victims who rank higher on our list of concerns, the fact of the matter is that we need some depth in our technical department. We need someone with mad computer skills. Based on the case file, Jill has precisely those skills.

Peril Techrotica: Emotions Revealed

Here is an article about an artist who straps on an device which reads her brainwaves. The brainwaves are interpreted and the signal is used to control a number of speakers. Small pots of water are set on top of the speakers. The artist is able to create an interesting audio-visual presentation by variously directing her emotions.

http://www.wired.com/2014/11/watch-artist-control-pools-water-brainwaves/

An innocent article such as this undergoes a strange transformation when it passes through our gray matter... It gets kinked...

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Shelly and Her Doorless Cage

There are an uncountably infinite number of universes out there. With every decision that you make, an alternate universe splits off wherein you chose a different path. You might imagine that with all these universes floating about, it is particularly difficult to find and gate to a particular one, and even harder to gate to the same one twice. That would be like standing in the desert and randomly picking up the same grain of sand twice without looking. This infinite universe problem, we suggest, is the reason for our most recent failure to rescue Shelly from her cage.

You can find Shelly’s case report:

Seperated By Steel Part 1

Seperated By Steel Part 2

Unfortunately you will need a security clearance of type deviantart to have access to the details.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Holly and the Discipline Suit

For an eternity, I have fretted over the following case, and now, I am excited to say, we have succeeded in rescuing a long held captive heroine. The break in the case came when we learned that the name of the victim is not Tamara as we had thought for many, many years, but Holly. That makes all the difference.

You can read her case here:

Discipline Suit

I suggest that you read the details of her case in order to understand how we had to handle her rescue.

Generator

Thread 2, Part 5
Generator

Generator

(there) - hundreds of years ago

Sari entered the front room of the town’s Generatrix guild hall. “Hi, Nadja!” she said as she approached the round faced woman standing behind a counter. The woman looked up and when she saw Sari, she straightened even more. 

“Shanti!” Nadja glanced over to where a woman was seated and motioned with her hand. Shanti looked up and quickly scurried out of the room when she saw Sari.

Sari watched the woman hurry out through a door in the back of the room then looked back at Nadja. “I wanted to report to the guild that I have taken on an Arbor.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Sari. You know that you are going to get in trouble for this.”

Naught

Thread 2, Part 4
Generator
Naught


(there) - hundreds of years ago

“Hello!?” Sari was trying to look through the window of the library. It was so dark inside and the the morning sun so bright. She knocked on the door again rattling the chain she was holding as she did. Miko stood calmly at the other end of the chain, naked and bare foot. Her hands were in front again with a half meter of metal links between the cuffs.


“Hello?!”

Sari saw some movement in the darkness and heard a timid voice call from within. “It’s open!”

Sari pushed through the door leading Miko in behind her.

“I’m forbidden to get any closer to the exit.”

The Dependencing Process

Thread 2, Part 3
Generator

The Dependencing Process

(there) - hundreds of years ago

With a soft hiss, nostrils flared under a pair of closed, almond shaped eyes. Soft brown lips then pursed and air streamed from within. And this pattern, repeating again and again, measured time in quick stuttering steps. Hair, coarse and long, lay splayed around the woman’s head like a blackened halo. An artery in her neck pulsed in time with her racing heart. 

Dog, A Metaphor

Thread 2, Part 2
Generator

Dog, A Metaphor

(there) - hundreds of years ago

"We are not but bushes in a garden and Love is a dog choosing on which of us to pee," Valet said as she held a mostly empty glass of wine out.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Amy in Rifan

I must admit that I have fretted for many months attempting where and how to apply my superhero powers. There are so many poor characters living in awful situations. Also, this line of work is quite dangerous and a lot of physical resources are needed to successfully save many of my targets. Finally, I decided that I simply had to go forth and reclaim. After the first job, I hope, the succeeding ones will become easier. Luckily I found a job that seemed to be easier and fairly well removed from here and now to avoid any form of retribution. And so, I made plans to steal Amy from her isolation in the fictional Emirate of Rifan.

You can read the case file for Amy at this link:

A Contract with Many Appendices

Indeed, you should read that to understand exactly the situation that we were facing. 

Key: Check in

Currently in Key (the novel) we are well along in two threads. In thread 1, which took place (here) recently, Laysan has been fitted with a long term gag. Meanwhile in thread 3, (there) and many, many years ago, Laurel, who is hopelessly chained to a boulder in the wilderness, is remembering running from the mysterious demons of the Hollow Well with her lover hidden in a locked box filled with pig’s blood. That probably leaves you wondering what ever happened to thread 2.

We are preparing to post the first few chapters of thread 2 which act as a way of defining a Generatrix / Arbor relationship. We chose the word “generatrix” from mathematics. It is a point or line which, when revolved around an axis, creates a geometric figure. “Arbor” is an axle or spindle on which something revolves. Our idea is that the Generatrix is a teacher of sort and the Arbor is the recipient of the teachings. During the time of their relationship, however, the Arbor accedes varying degrees of power to the Generatrix resulting in something a little greater than what we (here) would consider a Domme / sub BDSM relationship. In return, she receives something that she desires as well be it a skill, comfort, a technology, a payment, anything.

In thread 2, we will introduce Sari, a young (relative to your average immortal) Wom with a strong desire to follow in her Mother’s and Sister’s footsteps to become a Generatrix, and Miko, who is Sari’s first Arbor - a very eloquent Wom who is interested in having a particular individual notice her romantically. They live (there) hundreds of years ago in a time when electricity is growing in use, though with some resistance from various segments of the population.

Have no fear. We will eventually get back to the stories of Laysan and Laurel. Drafts have been written. In the meantime, hope that you find that you enjoy Sari and Miko’s story as well.

Thanks,

hollow well (by proxy)

My latest whimsy

Typically I prefer my anonymity, however I have recently succeeded in amassing a large fortune and find that I no longer give a shit what you or my authors or anyone else thinks about me. So, let me tell you a little about myself. First, I have made my fortune in a number of fields: as a teacher, a librarian, a digital assets artist, a bike messenger, and as a climate scientist - each field providing a remarkable monetary return on investment. In addition to my careers I have dabbled with a bit of diy maker crap which lead to the development of two useful tools: a time machine and an inter-universal gate. So, now I may travel backwards and forwards in time as well as between any of an infinite number of parallel universes, many of which are completely fictional.

With my great wealth, I have purchased a small isolated island far away from where you will ever travel and I have built a wondrous, sturdy, hugantic mansion serviced daily by shipments of supplies flown in by drones. I could house a thousand people indefinitely today if I had to. But I don’t. Yet.

I have decided that my real calling (in addition to forcing a small collection of amateur writers into creating a circuitous maze of a novel) is to be a superhero. And I am now putting forth a good 15.6% of my daily resources to achieve my goal. You may wonder what type of superheroing it is that I do. After all, the world has so many superheros already working hard for good people everywhere. How will I fit in to this crowded space of super heroes? Well, I will tell you. I save female protagonists of amateur bdsm sex stories from seemingly devastatingly tragic erotic peril.

Yes. That is correct. Sometimes horrendous tragedies occur that result in terribly hopeless situations for beloved protagonists in stories (which range from deeply metaphorical to horribly tasteless). When my researchers come upon a character that is in dire straits, without judging the work from which the character hath sprung, we use the tools at hand to travel and extricate the victims from their peril. If possible, we will attempt to deliver a small token of justice as well (though that is frowned upon). We will then provide a safe place for their recovery in my isolated island mansion.

You will see how this is done in due course if you oblige to visit again in the future.

Thanks,

hollow well (by proxy)

New Blog Strategy

Greetings dear readers,

As you may have noticed, we, here in the hollow well, have attempted to release a small morsel of entertainment once a week or so. Our leader, upon reviewing the site recently, felt that the morsels were perhaps too small to allow the reader to immerse in the story and left a sense of dissatisfaction. Thus, we will be striving to adhere to a new directive wherein the novel is updated in larger chunks. Unfortunately, our organization is housed with amateurs who have commitments that extend beyond providing free entertainment for the general populace. Some work professionally, for example, while others have engagements that tie them up for extended periods (“tie up” being a misnomer, since generally we prefer heavy metal over rope here in the hollow well). Oh, no! We love to provide our small audience with free entertainment and will continue to do so, however, the releases will occur less frequently. At the same time, we find that we prefer the shorter chapters, so, likely, we will release a rash of novel chapters as separate posts at the same time. So, if you visit every so often, make sure that you browse back to the last post that you read. (Or use the links on the right side to follow the threads or the novel.)

This new format does not mean that the blog will become quiet for long periods. We are also going to try out a few more non-novel related ideas that will hopefully be entertaining enough to tempt you, dear readers, back again and again. We are fairly excited by some of the ideas we have cooked up. (Of course, we are paid to be excited by them, so, you know…)

Regardless, we will now continue and hope that you enjoy the works that you find here. Please feel free to comment or send email to hollow [dot] well [at] gmail [dot] com if you have grievances or suggestions.

Thanks,

hollow well staff

Piano, Chapter 3

Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan

Piano, Chapter 3

(here) - recently

I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."

It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"

My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.

"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."

"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"

"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."

Piano, Chapter 2

Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan

Piano, Chapter 2

(here) - recently

I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."

I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.

Piano, Chapter 1

Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan

Piano

(here) - recently

Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.

It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.

I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.

The Crystalline Insert

Thread 1, Part 3:
Laysan

The Crystalline Insert

(here) - recently

Sandalwood is another of the many friends that Paty and I entertain regularly. Actually, when she visits she always seems to spend a majority of her time with me instead of Paty. I think that she is jealous of my unique position. I think that she secretly loves me.

I like her a lot too. We always laugh and laugh whenever she visits. She is very pretty - I'd almost say that she is cursed by her beauty. She is fairly short and small-boned but she has an abnormally large set of boobs. They are not the biggest you have ever seen, but due to her small body size they just seem to stand out. I don't consider myself to be particularly infatuated by another woman's boobs, but there is something about Sandy's that make it hard to focus on anything else no matter what your gender or sexual orientation. When you talk to her you have to have a constant thread of thought that reminds you to look her in the eye and disregard the overwhelming desire to stare at her chest.

I think that they caused her a lot of trouble when she was young and trying to discover how she fit in the world. I think that she has been abused before. Generally, she is quiet and seems to try to hide in the crowd. But, with Paty and me she lets down her guard and blossoms. With us she is a total sex-kitten. She sops up our affections like a lonely, dry sponge.

Sometimes she is practically insatiable.

The Sentenced, Chapter 3

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of year ago

Chapter 3

The cumulous clouds had thickened and grown darker as the afternoon wore on. The wind had picked up and its roar rose and fell occasionally loosening a shower of evergreen needles to cascade around Laurel. She was rolling her shoulders back and forth to work the knots out of her muscles wondering whether this pain would be with her forever or if her muscles would conform to their restricted position. She contemplated her growing thirst, the grumble in her stomach. She thought about her need to urinate and the twisted knot that prevented her from pulling her leggings down. Slowly she slumped over to her right side, resting on the bed of soft fir needles, slowly drifting back to her thoughts of Evvy and her commitment to the Hollow Well.

The Sentenced, Chapter 2

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of year ago

Chapter 2

Laurel knelt in the shade of a fir tree. Her wrists were chained tightly in the small of her back. Her breathing was slow and she exhaled through pursed lips doing her best to ignore the buzzing insects, the pain in her shoulders, the growling of her stomach, and her growing need to urinate. She focused on her lover, Evvy, and the day she was sentenced to the Hollow Well.

The Sentenced, Chapter 1

Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel

The Sentenced

(there) - thousands of years ago


The morning sun was shining on Laurel when she opened her eyes. She pulled her face from the ground and spit chunks of earth from her mouth. The muscles of her shoulders were burning. She attempted to reach with her hand to wipe the dirt and small pebbles from her forehead, but her wrist quickly met with resistance and her arms remained as they were, behind her back. When she pushed her wrists down, she felt a relentless pull at her neck, a squeezing at her throat, which ignited a series of dry coughs causing her to bend forward until her head pressed into the ground. Her elbows were forced to bend a bit and she felt a line of hard, smooth weights press painfully into her back.

She let out a cry and struggled up onto her bare feet. Her leather boots had been taken. There was a cold rattling sound, heavy links of chain snaked through the dirt behind her, which after ten meters or less disappeared into a boulder half again taller than she and twice as wide.

Writers' chat log #1

Writers’ Chat Logs #1

hollow well writers’ chatroom

(here) - recently

The following is a transcript of a conversation in the hollow well writers’ chat room. Edits have been made to improve readability. Sensitive material has been redacted.

An aside

Dear Reader,

We have been following Laysan's tale these past few weeks and as she emerges from surgery, it is necessary to let her heal for a little while. You may have noted that the entries regarding Laysan occur in a setting referred to as "(here)". This is the name of the universe in which Laysan lives. It is meant to be the same universe that you, my friends, supposedly inhabit.

While Laysan recovers, we are going to go to a different universe which we shall denote as "(there)". We will also go far, far back in time and see what sort of troubles a completely different character named Laurel encounters on the slope of some ancient mountainside. I would like to warn you that individuals populating the (there) universe, while seemingly similar to ourselves, actually live by a vastly different set of rules. And so, I cordially ask that you should expect some strange and confusing terms and traditions. I hope that my raft of amateur writers can eventually convey the details of these difference over time. If not, I hope that you will feel free to ask any questions that you wish in the comments of this blog. (And the authors will be suitably punished for their inabilities. For it is necessary for them to understand the inconveniences they cause you by inflicting upon them situations that are appropriately inconvenient.)

As we visit with Laurel on her mountain roost, one of the main set pieces that we wish to introduce is "The Hollow Well". Look for that term.

So, please sit back and enjoy Laurel's tale if you can, and feel secure in knowing that we will return to see how Laysan is faring in a few weeks. Also, fear not, both Laurel and Laysan exist in plot threads which are intimately related and profoundly necessary in the telling of the story of Key.

Thanks,
hollow well (by proxy)
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Soul Teeth, Chapter 5

Thread 1, Part 2:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Soul Teeth

(here) - recently

The next thing that I knew I was being shaken.

"No! I'm tired! Leave me the fuck alone." I felt like I was being pulled from the deepest, most dreamless sleep. Perhaps it was death itself. I tried to roll away from my tormentor and wrap the death back around me.

"Come on, Laysan. Wake up, sweetie."

Soul Teeth, Chapter 4

Thread 1, Part 2:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Soul Teeth

(here) - recently

Chapter 4

A constant splattering of rain fell as Paty drove us through the darkness of the city a week and a half later at 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night to the dentist's office to have my teeth yanked out. The wipers swished and clacked across the windshield. I stared at the drops of water and the way the street lights illuminated them.

"Don't be so morose, Laysan. It'll be over soon." Paty was trying to calm me.

Soul Teeth, Chapter 3

Thread 1, Part 2:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Soul Teeth

(here) - recently

Chapter 3

"You are just a ten percenter, Laysan!"

"No, I'm not!"

Not all of Paty's special friends treat me with the disrespect which McNear shows. In particular, I really like Miss Alba. Well, I usually really like her, except today she seemed intent on pissing me off.

Soul Teeth, Chapter 2

Thread 1, Part 2:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Soul Teeth

(here) - recently

Chapter 2

Paty awoke me from a fitful sleep. My limbs were knotted in agony and my jaw ached so badly that the pain emanated all the way down to my chest. She reached through the bars of my cage and unbuckled the gag that had held my mouth open for the last few hours.

"Oh, my poor baby," she said.

"Uck you!" I whimpered as I tried to make my jaws work again.

"I'm so sorry, Laysan! I had no idea that McNear left you like this..."

Soul Teeth - Chapter 1

Thread 1, Part 2:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Soul Teeth

(here) - recently

Chapter 1

"I want to sleep with you."

Last Run

Thread 3, Part 1:

Laurel

Last Run

(there) - Thousands of years ago

Running through the darkness, with three or four of Axspaire's subjects in pursuit, Laurel cursed when she realized that she had turned up a canyon. She had hoped to stick to a ridge line. She wanted to get to higher ground as quickly as possible. She had to get to the forests. But now, she heard the trickling sound of water off to her left as she made her way, her mouth open and gasping for air, her legs burning. She noticed that the terrain to her right had steepened and in the fine light of the moon she caught glimpses of steeps walls of stone not far away.

She could not turn around now though. She knew that Axspaire's subjects were not far behind.

Set Sari

Thread 2, Part 1:

Generator

Set Sari (an ancient folk song)

(there)

Set Sari

Set Sari through the summer and into the fall.

Sari is not moving; she lingers in the wall.

Set Sari through the winter and into the Spring.

Her mouth's filled with stone; you will not hear her scream.

Watch the sun move up overhead, and then again back down

Colors ripen, tease and play then darken black and brown

The moon waxes wide and fills. Then sated, once again wanes thin.

Pouring light upon the market square, she'll never leave again.

Listen to the pendulum blade swing inside the town's clock.

Tapping feet clap cobblestones that echo down the block.

Melodies of voices swell like tides washing to the walls.

And there, sealed in, is Sari unhearing of their calls.

Tap the wall, Love, here, where the moss grows green.

Touch the ashlar tenderly where Sari stands unseen.

For now stone hands hold limbs and hips and press upon her chest.

And now stone hands will disallow Love's whispered breath's caress.

Love, twist your crank, now, uselessly 'til broken is the bore.

Still locked inside the masonry her heart beats forevermore.

Set Sari through the Summer and into the Fall.

Dreaming of antiquities; she lingers in the wall.

Set Sari through the Winter and into the Spring.

Memories fading into stone. You can not hear her scream.

Bondage: The Burden and the Fate

Thread 1, Part 1:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Bondage: The Burden and the Fate

(here) - recently

Key - Author's Note

In any endeavor of epic proportions, many choices must be made, particularly in light of one’s budget. And, so it is with this endeavor, Key. In these early days of the creation of this tome, two choices strongly affect the narrative which may cause some degree of distraction. The goal of this note is to highlight these shortcomings with the hope that the reader’s understanding of the producers’ constraints will help nullify the distractions and allow the reader to enjoy the tale for what it is.

The best stories are often immersive. The reader is transported to a different time or place where they feel they interact with entities native to that environment. Perhaps, in a historical novel, a reader may expect that the mannerisms, word choice, and speech patterns of the characters meet some standard preconception of the time period.

One of the choices that we had to make is that these conventions have been discarded. I have coerced a collection of amateur writers to work - worth precisely every penny they have been paid. Unfortunately, they are incapable of faking the linguistic nuances of the historical time periods which form the settings in this work. Resultantly, I have asked that they write in their native, comfortable style - colloquial, 21st century, Americanized English in all settings in order to avoid slipshod and distracting mistakes.

When a professionally written novel takes place in a foreign culture, often, words and concepts are borrowed from the language to paint a suitable picture of the setting. Additionally, characters proceed through the narrative performing activities that are normal in the society in which they live. This epic tale contains innumerable characters from many heritages, races, and cultures. Indeed, one should assume that a majority of the characters in this tale are from all sorts of places with all sorts of non-Western heritage. Unfortunately, my current collection of writers are shiftless, middle class, and white. Their skill level is simply not suitable to describe these foreign cultures and perspectives in a way that would not exoticize and, likely, offend individuals of the culture. And so, I have asked that they refrain from attempting to write from a voice unfamiliar to them. The downfall of this choice is that an inordinate collection of the characters in this tale may “come off” as merely shiftless, middle class, and white.

I apologize for these shortcomings and hope that my writers are at least capable enough to present this tale, twisted and complicated as it is. If not, do not blame me, for I have written none of it.

I have not even written this author’s note.

Sincerely,

Hollow Well

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