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tamingthemuseTitle: Wishing For Solitude
Fandom: None--OC
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: All she every wanted was a little peace and quiet.
There was a time that I would have sold my soul to be a hermit or locked in solitary confinement. There was never a dull moment or a quiet time when the house is full of children.
Mother never minded. It was her greatest challenge, keeping all those children fed, happy, and well. She performed it admirably, but when you’re the oldest of that many, you have a tendency to be drafted and drafted I was.
I was encouraged to watch over the group while we played, sliding down steep surfaces and swinging on ropes. I was cajoled into helping them into nightclothes and tucking them into bed, with mother right behind me to kiss them all goodnight and give them a snuggle or two. I was given more responsibility than I wanted over children that were not mine and never would be; they were brothers and sisters, but not mine to love and hold and keep.
Nor did I want them to be.
All I ever wanted was a moment to myself. I wanted to be able to read a book through in one sitting instead of one or two sentences at a time. I wanted to be able to sleep alone instead of sharing a bed with two or three other girls. I wanted to be able to masturbate without the fear of being caught.
I never had those moments. Any of them. They were as elusive as the Golden Fleece and as far away from me as Xanadu. There were children, children everywhere and nary a moment’s peace. They were more plentiful than water and more irritating than grains of sand. Still, mother kept having babies, although I had never seen a man in the area.
Maybe that was why I started listening to the witch.
She came by one afternoon, peddling potions and other items that the populace would buy. Ribbons and bows, needle and thread, you could find nearly anything in her basket if you had need enough for it and there was always a need for such things in our house. Mother would invite her in and I would serve them tea while they chatted and examined her wares. I stood in the background and listened quietly as she spoke of a tower in the wilderness where she lived that was so isolated that there was nothing in its reach and it took many days travel to get to. I mourned as she spoke of it—it seemed like the answer I was seeking, the one thing that would fulfill my desires more than any other did.
When she left, it pained my heart. There was an empty ache that needed filling with the peace and quiet she promised. I cried myself to sleep that first night, kept my sisters awake and had to deal with their crankiness the next day.
When the witch next stopped by, almost a year later, I was more than ready. There were triplets that needed to be changed and bathed and fed along with all the other brats that had to be taken care of and mother, pregnant again, had taken to her bed.
She complimented me on my hair and offered me a pink ribbon to entwine into my long braid. She spoke of the tower again and I went upstairs and packed my bags, stopping long enough to tell mother I was leaving.
Mother was quite upset, as you can well imagine. She begged me not to leave and I shook my head, slowly but surely. “I’m tired of being a surrogate mother to a bunch of kids that don’t belong to me. I’m going and there is nothing that you can say to stop me.”
I followed the witch to the edge of the town where her broom lay waiting in the bushes. I spared one backward glance back at the large shoe teeming with children, playing wildly like monkeys on the tongue and laces, and for a moment I wondered who would keep them from falling, fighting, or soothe their hurts when mother was too busy.
I climbed back onto the broom and never looked back again.
Now I live in a tower with all the peace and quiet that I could have ever imagined. My long golden hair is the only way to get inside; she doesn’t come often since the tower is charmed to meet my needs, but that doesn’t bother me a bit. I’ve found my solitude and that is all I ever wanted.
I can read any time that I want without interruption. I can sleep in or stay up all night, I can masturbate without fear of being caught, I can do anything. Anything that the tower provides and my heart desires.
Still, somehow something seems to be missing, although I can’t for the life of me think of what it is.
Fandom: None--OC
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: All she every wanted was a little peace and quiet.
There was a time that I would have sold my soul to be a hermit or locked in solitary confinement. There was never a dull moment or a quiet time when the house is full of children.
Mother never minded. It was her greatest challenge, keeping all those children fed, happy, and well. She performed it admirably, but when you’re the oldest of that many, you have a tendency to be drafted and drafted I was.
I was encouraged to watch over the group while we played, sliding down steep surfaces and swinging on ropes. I was cajoled into helping them into nightclothes and tucking them into bed, with mother right behind me to kiss them all goodnight and give them a snuggle or two. I was given more responsibility than I wanted over children that were not mine and never would be; they were brothers and sisters, but not mine to love and hold and keep.
Nor did I want them to be.
All I ever wanted was a moment to myself. I wanted to be able to read a book through in one sitting instead of one or two sentences at a time. I wanted to be able to sleep alone instead of sharing a bed with two or three other girls. I wanted to be able to masturbate without the fear of being caught.
I never had those moments. Any of them. They were as elusive as the Golden Fleece and as far away from me as Xanadu. There were children, children everywhere and nary a moment’s peace. They were more plentiful than water and more irritating than grains of sand. Still, mother kept having babies, although I had never seen a man in the area.
Maybe that was why I started listening to the witch.
She came by one afternoon, peddling potions and other items that the populace would buy. Ribbons and bows, needle and thread, you could find nearly anything in her basket if you had need enough for it and there was always a need for such things in our house. Mother would invite her in and I would serve them tea while they chatted and examined her wares. I stood in the background and listened quietly as she spoke of a tower in the wilderness where she lived that was so isolated that there was nothing in its reach and it took many days travel to get to. I mourned as she spoke of it—it seemed like the answer I was seeking, the one thing that would fulfill my desires more than any other did.
When she left, it pained my heart. There was an empty ache that needed filling with the peace and quiet she promised. I cried myself to sleep that first night, kept my sisters awake and had to deal with their crankiness the next day.
When the witch next stopped by, almost a year later, I was more than ready. There were triplets that needed to be changed and bathed and fed along with all the other brats that had to be taken care of and mother, pregnant again, had taken to her bed.
She complimented me on my hair and offered me a pink ribbon to entwine into my long braid. She spoke of the tower again and I went upstairs and packed my bags, stopping long enough to tell mother I was leaving.
Mother was quite upset, as you can well imagine. She begged me not to leave and I shook my head, slowly but surely. “I’m tired of being a surrogate mother to a bunch of kids that don’t belong to me. I’m going and there is nothing that you can say to stop me.”
I followed the witch to the edge of the town where her broom lay waiting in the bushes. I spared one backward glance back at the large shoe teeming with children, playing wildly like monkeys on the tongue and laces, and for a moment I wondered who would keep them from falling, fighting, or soothe their hurts when mother was too busy.
I climbed back onto the broom and never looked back again.
Now I live in a tower with all the peace and quiet that I could have ever imagined. My long golden hair is the only way to get inside; she doesn’t come often since the tower is charmed to meet my needs, but that doesn’t bother me a bit. I’ve found my solitude and that is all I ever wanted.
I can read any time that I want without interruption. I can sleep in or stay up all night, I can masturbate without fear of being caught, I can do anything. Anything that the tower provides and my heart desires.
Still, somehow something seems to be missing, although I can’t for the life of me think of what it is.
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Date: 2007-09-30 10:50 pm (UTC)When I first started on the story, I was going to make it more autobiographical because my house was always full of kids...but the muse took over and had her will, as she does, and it turned into something else entirely. I'm glad that you enjoyed it. :D
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Date: 2007-09-30 11:39 pm (UTC)