TWT 25 (or something)

Fiction with real life background

He was an abusive bastard. Not in the brutish physical way, oh no, his methods were far more sophisticated albeit no less devastating. He treated the women in his life no better than slaves, restricting their rights at his will. Nobody was allowed to object him, to express their own opinion. Nobody was allowed their own taste in music, or in fact, anything. Praise never ever came from his mouth whereas critique and scolding was on his lips all the time. His wife tolerated his behaviour, defended it even, probably too blinded by what she thought was love. Besides, she carried her own traumas and frustrations acquired in her early life which must have prevented her from taking appropriate action before it became too late. His first, quondam wife had more sense. She divorced him before he could cause too much damage to her and the two children he had had with her.

Outwardly, his second family was a perfectly normal one. Both parents had good jobs, they owned a nice flat, the children were reasonably well clad and never hungry. They went on trips and once a year on a holiday to the seaside. But under the operiment…

Their first child was a girl, far too sensitive and far too intelligent for the kind of treatment she was subjected to. Constant scolding and complete lack of warmth and acceptance wreaked havoc with her psyche. Wounded too many times by withdrawal of love, she built a fortress around her tender soul. She learned not to trust anybody for any time she reached out she got hurt. So she tried to cope with her problems all alone with her inadequate resources. And her problems grew into mountains of himalayan proportions. She was subject to classmates' bullying. She fell prey to a paedophyllic neighbour and learned more about sexual abuse than anybody should ever know before she even started to develop into a woman. She never fully recovered from the traumas of her early life and failed to develop into a responsible, fully functional adult. Her genious sparked on rare occasions but never got to bear any fruit. If she ever had any ambitions, they were duly pessundated by her past.

Their second child was 'an accident'. Rather a strange thing, given mother had been treated for sterility before conceiving her first. However, this girl was much more cunning than the first one although she lacked her subtle intelligence. She was much more outwardly orientated than either her mother or her sister which probably helped her get along with 'him' better and even succeeding in drawing some benefits from him. Still, she didn't escape trauma completely. She fell in love with and eventually married a guy who treated her like shit and abused her physically every so often. It took her years and many bruises to break free of his obssessive clasp. She is happily married for the second time, though, but can't have children of her own.

TWT 24

Nescient of the potential hazard the villagers acquiesced in building a nuclear power plant in the middle of their land when the officials promised a hefty compensation and all was well at first but things started to viliorate after a fisherman spotted a tadpole the size of a small aligator swallowing whole a four-legged goose.

TWT 23

Fed up with the media showing nothing but vultuos faces delivering hitonious tortiloquy most of the time Brian decided to get rid of all his possessions and live as a montivagant for the rest of his life, or at least until the stupid election campaign in which his father was running for senator was over.

TWT 22

Her solipsistic rogitations rendered the uxurious husband nequient in fulfilling all her desires.

TWT 21

I admit, the way I told him to shut the hell up for once was less than veteratorian. But the sevidical way in which he treated his family was just too much to bear and kept producing a morsicant sensation in the pit of my stomach. I had to bear abusive behaviour for way too long to stay calm at this octogenarian zoilist's verbal attacks anymore. As a result, I am now the most impudent offspring that ever lived and No.1 enemy to my own father.

TWT 20

After having consumed an acrasia of alimentary goods at a local inn Phillip stumbled murklins toward his appartment in a sleepy littoral village and dropped into bed only to be awakened by a hitonious oncethmus right by his side and realised he had fallen asleep in a stable next to a pair of mating donkeys.

Timmy's Tribulations (epilogue)

Still in hibernation and no idea when I will feel like resuming blogging, but wanted to finish off the story which has been dragging on for too long and catch up with TWT even if it is currently on a break.


One night, just around Midsummer, the pulchritudinous faeries reappeared in Timmy's dream.

"Well done, sisters!" The voice belonged to Daisy, the senior of the three girls. "It wasn't easy but we pulled it off with much assiduity. Harry was a hard nut to crack. I was beginning to think the summotion of the old teacher in order to bring him in to become Timmy's menthor was a mistake but Violet's perspicacious idea saved the day although it was risky to put the scroll in the boy's schoolbag."

"But it paid off, Well, technically, we didn't do it ourselves as we are not allowed to physically interfere. Timmy did it in his sleep without being aware of it."

"Indeed. And after that a bond began to form between Harry and the boy. In a way, Timmy was as much a teacher to Harry as he was to the boy. One could almost say Harry became an opsimath, too!"

"I only wish we didn't have to hurt Timmy," Buttercup joined in the conversation.

"He was really not in a grave danger," explanied Daisy, "but we needed to speed up things and get Timmy's mother involved. And what better way than making Harry a hero by saving the boy. And things have worked out just fine although the serpent we sent was a little overenthusiastic with the venom. We knew Harry had studied the parchments and was well obarmated with knowledge against such cases, and we made sure he had found Timmy on time. He may not be pefect but he is essentially a good man and certainly no phlyarologist which Timmy's mother soon realised. They took to each other while taking care of Timmy's recovery and just look at them now! They hardly ever separete and seem as happy together as can be. No doubt Timmy and the parchments are in good hands and he will learn all he needs to know when the time comes. Sisters, our job is done but we shall still keep an eye on the boy's development lest something unexpected turns up. Now, let us rejoice!"