• Introduction. . .

    If you were to ask anyone what the date was, their blank stare would practically drive you mad. It’s a town with no time, no memories, no past, and not a single soul knows how they got here, including myself. Sometimes I almost expect to be wakened any moment to what I once knew, but all I see is the bleak ceiling of the school greeting me once more into the world of aristocrats. I am always pleased to find that I still remember the smell of my true home, the violence that corrupted it, and the men who ruled it. At least I was happy there even though the sun never touched it’s slick stoned paths. You could describe this town as suffocating, a cult trying lure you in. I’ve only found exactly three beings that suffer the way I do, and everyday we fight against what they want us to be and hope that beyond these walls is something worth fighting for. Maybe if we're lucky, we will come to find out one day what exactly is waiting.


    Dancing Without Reason. . .

    Shreds of cloth hung from every inch of the small room. Once a week we made sure to put our minds at ease by tearing as many of our school uniforms as possible. The only purpose of the school was to see you fit as a young women, able to marry. Rebellion already resided inside me and with that came anger towards these “headmistresses” who thought they could tame me. Lenora Lucreita and Nina Carrwan sat side by side delicately attending to the task at hand. Both tremendously opposite in lifestyles and personalities, became my only companions. Although never spoken, we made a vow never to leave each other until we were free of this misery. Lenora and I consistently worry about Nina, her joyful stature and appealing attitude would lure any man and with just our luck there were plenty next door whom resided in the school for men. Why shred the school’s gifts to you? Majority of women wish to get married, and to be honest I think that most believe that that is their only escape, but I know better and have seen it all to often, that will be their last mistake for they will be bound for eternity to the man. Although they hate our tight group we have formed, none of them protest for we do them the greatest favor of all. Seam by seam we will pull apart uniform upon uniforms. Every woman comes here completely clean of debt but as you continue on, you of course will need supplies, new clothing, ect. With this comes money, and if we are to marry then the man is required to pay the debt that we have racked up over how many years we’ve stayed. It makes me sick to see the younger girls obediently marry the men that come in with no money and “buy” them. Once a month the gates open to outsiders but they tell us nothing as they will be killed if they do. I have tried so many times to gather information, but being easily disappointed I give up. Here we shred to put ourselves in as much debt as possible, what good is it if we get married? Not only would we be separated but how could we ever escape from such a life, our souls would be too bruised to try anymore at that point and that is why I pray every night that that situation will never find it's way into our lives.