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."