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K-Jellybean

Joined July 2009 and calls callmejellybean.tumblr.com home.

184 stories, 3 challenges, 510 comments, and 35 friends

You know that moment when you realize you’re in over your head?
“I am steeped in blood so far, that returning would be as tedious as going ahead.”
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I missed this place. I missed posting. I can’t be the user that I was before, but I’m going to post.

Stories

  1. Becoming Sophia (39)

    At last I could not run any longer and I hurried along through the woods, praying to any god that was listening that I would not die there in the gloom of the forest. Darkness settled around me and the air grew chilly. I rubbed my scantily clad arms, w...

  2. Becoming Sophia (38)

    I remember what happened next as clearly as if it had happened just yesterday. The image of the house behind me got smaller and smaller as I ran, the pack on my back weighing my scrawny legs down. My lungs burned with contempt for my exercise, but I pu...

  3. Becoming Sophia (37)

    Just as I saw Louis smirk, the garden boy Jacques and a tiny thing dressed as a housemaid burst into the room. I sat up from where I had been peering through the hole in the floor, my eyes wide and my cheeks flushed. “I found a turtledove, Miss.&...

  4. Becoming Sophia (36)

    “Well, Louis? What could be so confidential?” Adelind inquired loudly, knowing that her daughters would be listening at the door. “Prince Charmant has been ordered by the king to give up his disgraceful frivolities—I’m sur...

  5. Becoming Sophia (35)

    “Please, Adelind, you’ve known me how long? Call me Louis!” Adelind giggled and responded in her “I’m-really-a-schoolgirl-in-older-woman’s-clothing” voice, “Alright, Louis, will you join us in the parlor ...

  6. Becoming Sophia (34)

    I bustled off to alert the Wickeds of whom was standing in our foyer as fast as I could. Luckily, Margarete was in Cristyne’s room when I found them. I informed them of our guests with my head bowed respectfully and I heard Margarete almost fall ...

  7. Becoming Sophia (33)

    I hid the shock on my face at seeing such a party at my doorstep and moved aside to invite them in. At the last minute I remembered to curtsy and hoped that my stumbling was seen as respectful. There were three men; two of them held a formal invitation...

  8. Becoming Sophia (32)

    And so it was that I, Marina Lennon, became their “Cinderetta” and gave up riches forever. I was fourteen at the time, almost a woman. My mother was dead, my father was dead, I was cutoff from my old friends, the servants that I adored were...

  9. For Jesi

    Laughs heard through translucent sheets of memorandum, Smiles seen through drowning eyes, Hearts hurt from broken connections, but not yet lost in sorrow. I hold a candle high for a woman who could have outshone it. I hold it higher in her memory. A fl...

  10. Missing Ky

    Oh dar m! Wo is m! My lif is ovr! I hav lost a vry important ky on my kyboard. Obviously, I can’t say what it is, bcaus it’s not thr. In any cas, I’m sur somon has figurd it out. This is a notic of xtrm dspair. I hav lost a vowl, and ...

  11. Brains (starving challenge)

    Samu’s eyes burned and his throat was dry. His fingers twitched, yearning to have the comforting feel of soft paper between them. And then he saw it. LONGWOOD PUBLIC LIBRARY It was heaven, a mirage, a fantasy come true right before him! He ran in...

  12. Becoming Sophia (31)

    Her laugh was chilling and full of emptiness. It made me want to die inside, made me hate my life just that much more when I thought I couldn’t. She swiped a black tear away from my cheek and wiped it off on my shirt. “It figures that somet...

  13. Becoming Sophia (30)

    “Is there anything else you need, Miss?” I asked, my voice tight with restrained emotion. “What’s wrong, Marina? Can’t handle the truth?” Cristyne said, getting closer. “Well get used to it. This is the truth. ...

  14. Becoming Sophia (29)

    I stood there mutely as she giggled and cackled over my appearance. “Oh, this is just picturesque! Here stands Marina Lennon, once a high society girl, once one of the most respected young ladies in the better part of France, now covered in the c...

  15. Becoming Sophia (28)

    “Well, well, I see you are good for something,” Cristyne sneered as she returned to her room. I was replacing the grate and putting fresh logs down at the moment. My movements were quick and jerky; I didn’t want to be near Cristyne. I...

  16. Becoming Sophia (27)

    I could have screamed in outrage, but all I did was cry. I scrubbed at Margarete’s hearth, angry at the world. It wasn’t fair! Why should I have to do this! My father would never allow this!…But my father was dead. I sobbed pathetical...

  17. Becoming Sophia (26)

    I needed a place to put the ashes so I lined a basket with parchment and set it nearby. I pounded the grate against the ground, shaking free any ash, and leant it against the inside wall of the fireplace. I swept it out first, getting up as much soot a...

  18. Becoming Sophia (25)

    My insides turned to boiling rage and my intestines knotted in fury, but I went to the cupboard in the kitchen and retrieved cleaning supplies anyway. I fetched a broom from the closet and stomped back to Margarete’s room. I pretended each stair ...

  19. Becoming Sophia (24)

    After several weeks, very close to the Christmas of 1633, I finally got my dreaded nickname. “Marina!” I made my way to Margarete’s room, cursing her with every step I took. “Yes, Miss?” “I need the fireplace cleaned...

  20. Becoming Sophia (23)

    “What do you think you’re doing?” Margarete screeched when I reached for a porcelain doll that my father had given me. “I am taking my things,” I said plainly. “What things? Everything in this room is mine now.”...

  21. Becoming Sophia (22)

    Margarete moved into my old third floor room. She moved into the room that I had slept in for ten years of my life. She moved into the room I had stayed in when my father was still alive. She moved into one of the very few rooms of the house where I st...

  22. Becoming Sophia (21)

    Adelind crouched down to be closer to my face and it added pressure on my palm that left me breathless. I felt my bones breaking apart and dislocating under her damned shoe heel and I was helpless to stop it. “This is the least of what I can do t...

  23. Becoming Sophia (20)

    “I WILL RAISE MY VOICE IF I FIND IT NECESSARY!” I yelled at Adelind furiously. “YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!” “UNGRATEFUL?! HOW CAN YOU CALL ME UNGRATEFUL?!” “YOU WILL STOP THIS BEHAVIOR THIS INSTANT!” ...

  24. Becoming Sophia (19)

    I knocked timidly on the wood of the door and waited for the cue to enter. When none came, I knocked a bit louder. Still nothing. I called to Adelind, wondering if perhaps she had dozed off. Not a sound. Slowly I opened her door a bit and poked my head...

  25. Becoming Sophia (18)

    I had grown up singing and had been told that I had a nice singing voice, but I had never received proper lessons. Given that lessons were traditionally started when a girl turned fourteen and I was still twelve, and only eleven when my father died, I ...

  26. Becoming Sophia (17)

    After I fed the chickens I would go to the cupboard under the sink and get the soap and a bucket. I would walk out to the well and fill the bucket full of water and carry the bucket all the way back to the kitchen. I would break off a piece of the soap...

  27. Becoming Sophia (16)

    After I was done with Margarete and Cristyne’s hair I was usually allowed just to nap for awhile because the servants hated having me working with them. It was wrong to them and it was wrong to me. I had grown up in a life of luxury and the hards...

  28. Becoming Sophia (15)

    I don’t know how but I got through that dreadful week. Every day I was awakened at four to go milk the cow. At six I helped make breakfast. At seven I helped serve breakfast. At eight thirty I was allowed my quarter rations. At nine I helped clea...

  29. Becoming Sophia (14)

    I was dragged down to the dingiest of the first floor servants’ quarters and tossed into the room. My hands and knees ached where they connected with the hard stone floor, but I made no sound. All I could do was try and put all my hate into one g...

  30. Becoming Sophia (13)

    I gaped up at Adelind, stunned that she had struck me in anger and I hadn’t even done anything! “I can’t believe you,” she hissed in my face. I was tempted to wipe her spit away, but too scared to do anything. “You should ...