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February 11, 2023

I Was Abused! – An Introduction To Sharing More About Abuse on Medium

I am thrilled to be a writer for Dark Are the Secrets Behind These Walls publication by Wendy Geers.

I have so much to share, but where to begin?

Which anecdote do I start with? What helpful tidbit of information about abuse do I share first? What might help other survivors of abuse recognise what they lived or are still living through?

I suppose I should begin with; I was abused.

It took me ten years to tell people, besides family and close friends who were there when it happened, that I was abused. There is fear in saying it, toxic shame from the inner critic repeating the words of the abuser, embarrassment, and all sorts of negative emotions.

But it’s so freeing to be able to say these phrases.

I was abused.
I’ve been in an abusive relationship.
My ex abused me.
My ex is an abuser.

Take any variation you like; today, I can say them. Correction, I can’t just SAY them. I can ASSERT them because I have healed so much, and I am confident in taking back the sovereign power of my individuality. I can assert what I’ve lived, but it was a dark place, and for a long time, I was in that dark place.

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February 10, 2023

Fateful Revelations – Fiction Short Story — Fantasy

By binkyproductions

Ortigan stood before Lord Aju, his head hung low, as Lord Aju proceeded to explain the task he was sending him on. It was a dangerous mission and he just could not understand why Lord Aju was sending him on this mission of all the knights he had at his disposal. Ortigan was but a page, he didn’t even know how to fight, let alone pick up a sword.

‘Why me, Lord? Why me?’ was all Ortigan could say once Lord Aju was done.

‘It’s My Lord, when you are addressing me,’ Lord Aju bellowed.

‘Yes, My Lord.’ Ortigan bowed in supplication. ‘My apologies, My Lord.’

‘And why you?’ Lord Aju chuckled sinisterly, a crooked grin spreading across his face. ‘You will find out when you reach the tombs.’

‘Yes, My Lord.’ Ortigan bowed again. ‘I will depart immediately.’

He bowed and left for the armoury, where he fumbled a bit, trying to get a sword’s scabbard tied to his belt.

The tombs were a dangerous place where dwelt sinister beings, he was told. It was said that any knight Lord Aju sent there died perilously. Ortigan didn’t stand a chance. Lord Aju was sending him to his death, for he had somehow failed him in his service, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without at least trying to fight.

The young page took a horse and rode all day towards the graveyard where these tombs stood deserted and desecrated. Ortigan dismounted a few feet away from the gate that gave access to the graveyard.

A gloomy fog hovered above the ground, making it difficult to see where he was stepping. Ortigan stumbled forward, tripping on a large rock and stepping into a puddle. He lifted his boot and realized he had not stepped in water or mud, but blood.

A chill ran down his spine and he froze in place.

He wanted to turn back, but then where would he go? The next kingdom was days away; they were enemies of Lord Aju’s. If they let him in and Ortigan survived, he would forever be hunted by Lord Aju’s knights as a traitor. If he ran and never returned, he would be hunted as a deserter. And if he continued, he would be killed by the beings that haunted the tombs.

So Ortigan, the young page who had failed every test he’d been given to prove himself worthy of apprenticeship, merely stood there, petrified by the possibility of death.

Something in the distance moved, a figure shaped like a human. Ortigan took a step towards it, unsheathing the sword he had at his belt. A laugh reached his ears, oddly enough, a hearty laugh.

A man stepped forward, perhaps in his middle age, wielding a large broadsword.

‘Did anyone ever teach you how to even hold a sword before, boy?’

‘I…’ Ortigan stammered.

‘So now instead of sending his seasoned knights, for he knows they will not return, Lord Aju sends a mere boy?’

‘I’m thirteen, sir!’ Ortigan retorted angrily, feeling insulted. He was not just a mere boy.

‘You are brave, I’ll give you that?’ the man remarked. He studied Ortigan. ‘Did Lord Aju even tell you what he was sending you here for?’

‘He told me there was a magical artefact hidden in the tombs and that I was to retrieve it,’ stated the lad.

‘There is. It is the subject of war. Lord Aju has tried to take it before. I am one of those who guard it. Through these tombs, not only lies this magical item, but the passage to my kingdom. It is a secret passage to a hidden kingdom. Lord Aju knows this because he once came from this kingdom, before he was usurped and banished for being a murderer and tyrant. He founded his own kingdom and keeps sending knights to retrieve the magic that allows my kingdom to remain safe.’

‘Your kingdom?’

‘Yes. My name is King Tristan Draelawell. I rule the lands beyond that passage. I knew Lord Aju would send another, I sensed it needed to be me who would guard the way this night. I did not expect to encounter such a young and unseasoned fighter. I am conflicted in knowing I must kill you. Perhaps Lord Aju knew this.’

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February 10, 2023

Le Cercueil — The Coffin – Un poème — A Poem

By binkyproductions

I forget when I wrote this one, but I am mildly surprised at how lovely it’s written and how it flows.

My character who is the subject of the poem, is a young woman, and a fictional character I wrote about.

I am first including the original French version, as I wrote it. Below I will have the English translation. Hopefully my translation can do my French words justice.

Warnings: Suicide subject matter.

The Coffin (English Translation)

There she is finally.
She is sorrowful,
an expression of deception upon her face.
All she ever desired,
was some peace and freedom,
but she did not find these.
She is still and forever alone,
in this room,
with the scent of maquillage
and three nuns.

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February 8, 2023

After A One-Night Stand, His GF Wanted Me In Their Threesome – An Anecdote of Sensual Exploration

By binkyproductions

Okay, once again, I swear, this story is clean!😆

I was in my first year of Cegep (that in Quebec is after High School, before or instead of University, basically College but not).

I was at a party held by some of the third-year students from the Theatre Program. Their neighbor, another student at the Cegep I was attending, was also present. Everyone was chatting with everyone, having a blast.

And then the cops arrived.

I was freaking out! I was 17 and I thought we would all get arrested. People were smoking weed and piss ass drunk. Cops were probably there because of the noise, though. But still.

The neighbor (we’ll call him F) invited me to hop over the balcony and hang out at his place.

I accepted the invitation.

It was late, I had missed the last metro (subway for some) and I was stuck waiting until morning to go home anyway.

F got us some snacks, and some more drinks, but we were being moderate so we wouldn’t be drunk.

He asked me if I wanted to make out and fool around. I suggested we play Strip Crazy Eights.

He was very straightforward with me and honest, and he let me know that he was on break with his girlfriend and he was just looking for some fun. I told him I was a virgin and what some things I had done were and what I had not done. He asked what I was comfortable trying and said we could play, strip, and see what we felt like doing.

Seemed like fun.

And it was.

We played cards, stripped, made out, explored each other’s bodies a bit. I suppose you could call it a one-night stand except it’s “sort of” because there was no intercourse. I did give my first bj that night. And he was very kind in instructing me how to proceed and what he enjoyed.

It was very interesting, to say the least.

We stayed up all night, then had breakfast food and chilled a bit before I had to leave. I met his roommate, chatted, and then I went home.

F and I started hanging out together more, some weekends, some evenings, just as friends, just to chat, watch movies, and play cards without the stripping. He’d tease me that he’d seen me naked, boasting in front of other guys, which was new to me, but looking back, it tells me he liked what he’d seen.

He got back together with his girlfriend and tried to match me up with a friend of his.

As an aside, F’s friend was only interested in kissing and not chatting much and we all went out to hang out together one evening, but F’s roommate bailed and turned back to go home. Migraine, he had said. But I think he had a crush on me and felt bad being the fifth wheel. I should have gone after him. Honestly, I would have preferred to hang out with the roommate, but I gave the friend a chance before deciding, “nope this guy ain’t for me”.