Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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Society

Cracked Hull

Candid Corvid Productions

As a crew member, she tried to help stop the huge military ship’s keeling, but there were flaws in its design that she could not counter, and the whole of it succumbed to the water’s drag sucking it down into the depths with several crew members still inside of it.

She’d been lucky enough to be near the surface and able to push off from the submerging bow as the ship sank slowly down backward, and as she swam to shore and pulled herself up out of the water, she saw that throngs of people had gathered as if to a Sunday picnic along the banks as they watched the ship disappearing.

She couldn’t calm the panicked distress of being unable to help save the other crew members still trapped within the ship’s confines, and as she prayed for their somehow escaping, her internal horror starkley contrasted against the ignorantly gay commentary from the onlookers around her.

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(In a dream)

Hyde's Bride, Society

Broken Lines

Candid Corvid Productions

They hadn’t cared that their matriarch’s elegant clothes and personal belongings were going to be left behind for the angry daughter-in-law to defile and desecrate in her latent rage.

They didn’t care that the fridge’s unfinished holiday helpings if left to rot would cause damage over time in the now abandoned house and give the daughter-in-law reason to sue and place blame.

And they certainly didn’t care about the matriarch’s beloved seasonal china laid out twice yearly in sacred tradition to welcome her family.

No…

Her granddaughter-in-law saw the truth in all of it and made sure that the family helped her secure that no trace nor censure of their matriarch could be used to tarnish her memory.

They barely helped, and most reluctantly.

Oh, yes…

And then, once they realized that the china had value and they could sell it back to the angry daughter-in-law for cash value – they demanded that the granddaughter-in-law’s family turn it over to them, accusing her of interfering and “attempted stealing.”

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Society

Strength In Unity

Candid Corvid Productions

Sharing fears and insecurities
Revealing failures’ weakness

So that it may become clear
What keeps tripping our feet

Why we keep holdimg back from
Reaching for our greater abilities

Acknowledging triumphs’ strengths
Despite inner conflicts’ resistances

Allows us to be each others’ witness
Shining light on truths by recognizing

Better who we are and desire to become
So that we may achieve heights together

Supporting when needed
Loving as we are healing

A Woman's Plight

Denied Temptation

Candid Corvid Productions

A younger man arrived, entwining his fingers with hers, wrapping his arm around her waist in that familiar way of lovers – and behaving as if he would give her the moon and stars if she’d consent to being his.

And while this unfamiliarity but desired regard felt lovely, she paid attention to the fact that an older street woman witch kissed him, yet said she would grant the couple freedom this one night.

But the dreamer didn’t want to give or take anything for temporary.

So she spoke up and told the man about the performance troup behind the bar that just then finished playing, and how she used to play drums like they did.

And then she stepped aside to take some night photos of the moon in interesting position to a neatly designed building.

With every gesture of her true self emergung, the spell he and the witch tried to lure her by became weaker and weaker.

And though she felt cold and empty as she further disengaged, she knew that she desired the real thing from another.

Better to love someone true from afar than sell herself short to someone under cover.

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

As Far As I Can Go

Candid Corvid Productions

The paramedics, except one, did not want to take her seriously.

And right when they arrived at the hospital’s exchanging, her being felt that she was not being transferred into safe keeping.

Immediately, the intake male nurse disregarded the pain and difficultties that she was having.

He made her further hurt herself by refusing to help her reattempt on her own to get into the wheelchair in his disregard’s treating her inhumanely.

Until she refused to try anymore until they brought someone who had any decency.

An older woman arrived, and for no provocation they’d also brought security.

The older woman stepped in front of her and to the right – and then the patient could grip and position herself where they wanted her to be.

The older woman hummed softly as she pushed her to a room where she could lay down again to manage the pain and imbalanced fluid exchange.

A brief blessing of kind compassion that help her reorient and keep trying to self stabilize.

It was a room reserved for mental patients, with cameras and a lockable closing door, where she could hear the nursing staff loudly joking at the ER station and one later said after she pressed the help button – “As if there isn’t someone down the way who is actually dying!”

At that point, she got help to call her eldest, because they didn’t seem to care or believe that she was dealing with brain trauma.

And while she was waiting, she finally began recording how loud and irreverent they were all being generally, irregardless of the fact people were there, hurt and dying.

They must’ve seen and heard her on the cameras, etc., because suddenly the noise got quieter.

And once her eldest arrived, they became more respectful and her eldest helped advocate for another scan against the doctor’s resistance to ensure that the sudden onset of symptoms did not include further risk from hemoraging.

‘Please take me to a different hospital if needed in the future,’ she requested to her eldest at the end.

Nothing like being confused and terrified with people making it worse by refusing to help as gaslighting.”