1. The Tales From The Tavern: I Lust After Your Scar


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: el_henke, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I remember that fateful day in my junior year of high school when we were packing up our stuff at the end of the practical chemistry course. My lab partner tripped over a backpack someone had put in the way. He was holding a rather bulky chunk of sodium in his hand that he dropped into the sink where I was washing the labware; so the was filled with warm water. Once pure sodium hits water, it will form sodium hydroxide under development of gaseous hydrogen, and enough heat to ignite the oxyhydrogen gas explosion. Then, a roaring blast. Loud. So insanely loud. Shards of glass flying at unimaginable speeds, ripping apart anything that was in their way, no matter if labware, computers, or, well, potentially nearby classmates. Luckily there were just him, and me in close proximity, and neither of us got seriously hit by the glass. The blast, nonetheless, tossed me halfway through the classroom right against the blackboard, shutting me out for a long while. I woke up to look at my Dad's sad face. I didn't know where I was. For all I knew, I was still in the school lab; just taking a nap. What was he doing here at school? Wasn't he supposed to be at work? Why couldn't I remember being tired, and laying down for a nap? And above all: why did my face burn like I had mistaken a hill of bullet ants for a pillow? My head? Blurry as my eyesight – at least the eye that still functioned. Why did the other eye strictly refuse to project an image into my brain? Why was there that guy in a ...
    lab coat who was absorbed by some sort of bulletin in his hands? Why couldn't I recognize the place I was in? Where was I anyway? Why did an entire orchestra play one constant loud, and sharp cacophony of dissonant tones on their piccolo flutes? My head was a mess, but nothing compared to the sight that… ------------- She interrupted her narration. The candles she had asked for to emphasize the atmosphere shun their flickering light right onto her face, highlighting the fire scar that began on the right side of her neck, covered her entire right mandible up to her ear, went up her cheek, over her eye, and had eaten away her right eyebrow as well as a handful of the hair above her forehead. "People, do you mind if I put my shades back on?" she requested, "even after all these years, I'm still not comfortable with people staring at my disfigured face like this." Big ol' Tom, the elderly barista, nodded along with the audience that had gathered around the narrating woman. A little earlier that night: Around midnight, a lady entered the calm, but crowded tavern. No one seemed to be fulfilling the establishment's slogan ' the place where stories are told ' so far. A few of the guests had a feeling that this was about to change, as the prominent shades that new customer was wearing were beginning to attract quite a few customers' attention. Why would someone wear such obnoxiously big shades in the middle of the night inside a tavern? It seemed as if she was wearing them for the sole ...
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