Inside Quey's Mind

A square peg, a very round hole home had somethin' missing it left them with a desire  to go home while sittin' in their bedroom feelin's were forbidden talking about them brought yelling and blame their way always wrong for feelin' so many words to say with no opportunity to speak soon... rudeness became the only tool that allowed them to speak there was no opportunity for a quiet one to speak They didn't belong as years passed the square peg no longer connected the round pegs believed it round still do they believe they know square peg clueless to who square peg is the truth  that they are but strangers in the night would hurt them so square peg was tired from being  the outsider so it left and made its own home with square pegs so they finally belonged the round pegs  still don't know and never will

    I couldn't take it anymore. I am known as what you might call a Keeper. Keeper of what you may ask? Well, that's simple. I am a Keeper of stories. Fairy Tales to be exact. So many think they are just some make-believe stories you tell your children for bedtime at night.  The copies you've read to your children are pretty normal. The Keeper keeps the real stories safe. In reality, these stories are real. The fantasy realm isn't a fantasy it's just well hidden and the fairy tales are what we call cursed. They are doomed to repeat the story over and over until they correct their tragic mistakes that if left alone would have had cataphoric consequences for the fantasy world. It's my job to watch over their portals until they get it right.       Well, to be honest, I am a trainee. I am only assigned to watch over one story right now. I have to prove myself worthy before they assign me more. Right now I am watching over The Little Mermaid. I will say this she&

                    I could smell the blood and hear their young fragile screams. No adult should hear children scream like that. No child should need to scream with such ear-piercing terror.  It's our job to help protect them from the evil and chaotic realities of this world until their young minds are mature enough to handle it, but that option had been brutally ripped away from these children.      I could hear running in the halls. Doors being slammed and locked in haste as I myself shut myself up in the janitor's closet. Surely they would have no interest in some nobody who cleans the floors. I kept whispering to myself, " I'm nobody. I'm nobody." In hopes, it would bring an ounce of comfort at this horrible moment in time.      I could hear their heavy footsteps just slowly making their way down the hallway. My heart pounding in my chest. I tried so hard to slow my breath. I couldn't let my breathing give me away. They couldn't know I was

     He was a tall man with lean features. He had wire-rim glasses and a very large mouth that he would constantly push his lips out with. My fellow students and I made jokes about the way he walked. He waddled like a duck when he paced back and forth while teaching at the front of the classroom. We called him Mr. Teal and whether or not you thought him to be a good teacher really entirely depended on your social status at school.     If you were one of the ones that were popular, athletic, pretty, and fortunate to shop at the Gap then you probably liked him or at the very least found him tolerable. He didn't pick on the popular ones. The ones who fit in with ease. However, if you were like me and more of a social outcast then you probably hated him and he hated you.      I was always more reserved and quiet by nature and unfortunately this year some of my peers took advantage of that and decided to make my life hell.  I was a person by nature that didn't like to decide if I