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Metamorphosisters. Runner-Up in Leave the Light On Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It didn't matter if the space was infinite, the size of a coffin, or a pill; a vacuum is a vacuum. Beatrix waited, trying to keep herself calm. No one would hear her scream in that small space. She tried to tell herself it wasn't a coffin because she was not dead. It's a bed, that's it, a cozy bed. She tried to slow her breathing and actually sleep, but sleep would not come. Not after the evening she had...
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
The Swap
Consciousness. It had eluded Leslie for longer than she had realized. The train. How I got from the safehouse to the train, I don't recall, but I'm here now. She sighed. She turned her head side to side to try and find her bearings. No one was in the seats adjacent to her, there usually wasn't. Her back was stiff in the seat. The train car she sat in never had reclining seats, but no one ever minded if she would lay down across two seats; she never did though. The train went on and on. It's the express again. It will be at least an hour before it stops. Leslie got up from the hard seat, tilting back to see her trunk in the reserve space above her seat. She looked side to side again. She could see the tops of hats and hair of a few people scattered about the train car and no conductor in sight. She stepped up onto the seat and popped open her trunk, it wasn't even locked. Inside the trunk: a couple hundred dollars, coins she knew to be counterfeit, and a wig, this one was an up-do. The usual. It will be 'The Ship Swap.' Again. Her partner was creative, for sure, but not always original. Under her seat, a small briefcase. Her partner always gave her the same brown briefcase. It was probably more discrete for her to hand off the briefcase to a man than a purse. She opened it up to reconfirm what was in it: supplies and another hundred-dollar bill. She took out the bill, closed the case, and tried to discretely hold it in her hand - her small but deft hand. She sat back in the seat on the aisle side, setting and sticking herself in place. She didn't need to move; she didn't want to move. She wanted to enjoy these last few minutes of peace and quiet before everything started.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Newbourne July 3, 2022
Sunday July 3, 2022 The last day of the inaugural season of Newbourne Village. We can't even get through the morning meeting without happy tears. Yackov and Master Ticktock tell us to "leave it all out in the lanes" one more time.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Janet / Jane
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "It comes to this," Jane said blowing out the match. She turned around and looked at the teenage girl, Janet, sitting silently at the table. "It's scary, I know. It wasn't always like this. I didn't think it would be like this. It was like this for my grandmother. It wasn't like this for my mother or for me. These are horrific times we live in." She lowered the hood of her sweatshirt and sat at the table across from the teenage girl. The teenage girl had been crying, she had been crying for the last several days anytime they talked.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Horror
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Lost Scrolls - Food Edition ...Part 2
The Minnesota Renaissance Festival offers some great tastes and foods. While some people get their kicks at the Minnesota State Fair with fried foods, foods on a stick, and fried foods on a stick; I'm filling my stomach and my soul at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. Here are a few more foods that did not make the first cut.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Feast
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Newbourne June 10/11/12, 2022 ...Part 2
Mother & Father Christmas Newbourne saw all types of visitors this weekend, including Mother & Father Christmas. I called out to Father Christmas and said, "Don't place me behind Donner this year!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories: Newbourne June 10/11/12, 2022
Friday June 10, 2022 It's six AM. I pick up Nestor from his home. He says, "It's six AM. We have a full tank of gas. And a half a pack of cigarettes (neither of us smoke). Let's do this." I already knew Nestor was my brother and best friend. I had been looking forward to this weekend for quite some time, but in the first thirty seconds of this weekend, Nestor made the right joke to tell me one thing: this was going to be awesome.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Humans
Renaissance Festival War Stories: The Lost Scrolls - Food Edition
Nothing tastes like the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. Running seven weekends from mid-August to the end of September and sometimes into October, summertime ends with the flavors of the renaissance. While many Minnesotans are getting their end-of-summer fill at the State Fair, I am filling my stomach and my soul at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Feast
Tinka's Content Index
When I first started using Vocal, I didn't understand, or read for that matter, what categories were what. Vocal didn't have a great way of organizing their content. I didn't properly title some of my first content. This idea of indexing, organizing, categorizing, etc was blatantly copied from another Vocal creator Mike Singleton. So here is a bit better organization of my content.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Lifehack
Four Day Weekend. Top Story - June 2022.
"There weren't always dragons in the valley." "Shut the fuck up Nat," Jenny snickered a laugh. "I thought the last couple months would've made your tolerance better, not worse." She took the blunt back from Natalie.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
