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HIS PRINCESS by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
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Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at Gobblers / Masticadores!
HIS PRINCESS is a story that will disturb you.
There is nothing human about it.
Or have we given the word ‘human’ more respect and importance than it deserves?
Please read ahead and click the blue link to dive into the darkness.
I don’t know where I am. I was somewhere and now I’m nowhere. Time? What’s that? It used to be something, but now I can’t remember. Who am I? My name? A girl lived inside me, but now she’s gone. Lost? Or dead? No, she’s run away. Hiding. Waiting for the nightmare to […]
31 Comments on “HIS PRINCESS by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores”
This is a tough read. I felt quite sick when I came to the sentence ‘His fingers enter my mouth’, uahhhh. I love the way you conjure up strong stories and images, that make me react, physically, even if the reaction is not positive at all. It’s a sign of good writing and from a reader’s point of view, it’s gold dust. Nobody wants to read forgettable stories. Well, there’s absolutely no danger of that, when it comes to your stories, Terveen! There are still a few leftover daggers from some of your previous stories stuck in my heart and I thank you very much for them. Looking forward to the next one.
Thank you so much, Britta.
The disgust is absolutely a genuine reaction. I remember watching documentaries about such kidnappings and the victims being held for years together and how they coped and survived, dissociating from themselves and viewing the pain and torture as a third person. It affected me in such a horrific way. I can still hear their words and feel their pain. And I was left wondering how did they muster the strength to endure for so long. The mind often tricks us into believing and accepting altered realities.
I really appreciate that you love what I write and certain stories will always remain with you. What else can I ask for. I’m so humbled and overjoyed. Thank you once again. 🙂
There are things we dont want to believe exist in this world and then you read this and feel if this is the world you are living in, its not worth it, great writing!!
A wonderful piece about how women suffer psychologically, emotionally, and physically from the family that is supposed to support and protect them. I had a very unhappy growing up process, but my suffering was more in the way of being neglected, rejected, and mocked. It is more subtle since my relatives wanted to keep up the appearance.
I’m sad that your growing years were difficult. Neglect and rejection can be devastating. Appearances are often maintained so that the society we live in considers us normal. There is nothing normal about fractured relations. They simply wound us and the scars always remain.
Thank you Haoyan. 🙂
I love how poetic it reads and the imagery is gripping. The story is heart wrenching. I feel sick in the stomach to discover that the one behind her dillema is a father figure. She is the captive of the mighty and I wish she broke free somehow. She’s completely wrecked and the aftermath would be worse. This is a representation of the brutality many suffer in the hands of the ones who should protect them. The minors are the most endangered.
Thank you so much, Florence.
Vulnerability is often exploited, And monsters are very real and many have the face of someone near and dear. It’s an unthinkable suffering that simply lingers from moment to moment. I think if no release is possible, then death would be better.
This story is far to vague for me to offer adequate commentary. Not enough information was provided, such as the age of the girl and the intentions of the stepfather, to illicit a visceral response. Certainly abduction is bad enough but if sexual abuse is added into the mix, it’s far more horrendous, and if she is underage, then the situation becomes unthinkable.
Now, I’m not suggesting that you needed to add sex abuse or inappropriate underage action to the story, just that this could have been a much stronger piece, in my humble opinion. Leaving it vague lessens the impact.
I agree, Rhyan. There was much that could have been added. But writing it more as a few moments of reflection just seemed right. A victim of abuse is a victim of their own crumbling mind. I think that’s what I was trying to convey.
Thank you for always offering your honest feedback. I appreciate it and no arguments about it. Haha. 🙂
Not an attack, and judging by the feedback you’re getting, I’m in the minority (wouldn’t be the first time, won’t be the last).
It is impossible for every story to be in everyone’s taste, and I’m an opinionated old man who thinks this one under-performed, and I only mentioned it because I think you’re a stronger writer than that.
As the saying goes, I may be a monkey, but I know what I like.
I’m glad you say it as it is.
Always appreciate that. 🙂
Thanks Rhyan!
I think you might be a sheep…
Ever heard of Radhey?
Or so you have us believe that he was an unfortunate victim. I smell foul play.
Terveen is an Indian author based in Chandigarh, India. A qualified Computer Engineer, she uses tools such as feelings, thoughts, and actions, and codes them into stories that reflect the complexities and absurdities of life and beyond.
A thorough professional, her passion for writing is neatly packaged within her expertise and versatility. Nothing can escape the scope of her words. She's the author of graphic novels, short stories books, and writes and directs short films.
This is a tough read. I felt quite sick when I came to the sentence ‘His fingers enter my mouth’, uahhhh. I love the way you conjure up strong stories and images, that make me react, physically, even if the reaction is not positive at all. It’s a sign of good writing and from a reader’s point of view, it’s gold dust. Nobody wants to read forgettable stories. Well, there’s absolutely no danger of that, when it comes to your stories, Terveen! There are still a few leftover daggers from some of your previous stories stuck in my heart and I thank you very much for them. Looking forward to the next one.
Thank you so much, Britta.
The disgust is absolutely a genuine reaction. I remember watching documentaries about such kidnappings and the victims being held for years together and how they coped and survived, dissociating from themselves and viewing the pain and torture as a third person. It affected me in such a horrific way. I can still hear their words and feel their pain. And I was left wondering how did they muster the strength to endure for so long. The mind often tricks us into believing and accepting altered realities.
I really appreciate that you love what I write and certain stories will always remain with you. What else can I ask for. I’m so humbled and overjoyed. Thank you once again. 🙂
Terveen, this is terrifying and upsetting and so good, so well written!
Thank you so much, Susan.
It is very upsetting. Such are the horrid realities for some…
There are things we dont want to believe exist in this world and then you read this and feel if this is the world you are living in, its not worth it, great writing!!
Thank you, Deepak.
I completely agree with your sentiments.
It’s so scary and well-written. I feel like it was me in there. 😳
Thank you so much.
From a writer’s perspective, I’m glad it horrified you. It is a terrifying situation…
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A wonderful piece about how women suffer psychologically, emotionally, and physically from the family that is supposed to support and protect them. I had a very unhappy growing up process, but my suffering was more in the way of being neglected, rejected, and mocked. It is more subtle since my relatives wanted to keep up the appearance.
I’m sad that your growing years were difficult. Neglect and rejection can be devastating. Appearances are often maintained so that the society we live in considers us normal. There is nothing normal about fractured relations. They simply wound us and the scars always remain.
Thank you Haoyan. 🙂
Whoa! I broke out in a sweat reading this! 😳
Thanks so much!
It’s an uncomfortable one.
I love how poetic it reads and the imagery is gripping. The story is heart wrenching. I feel sick in the stomach to discover that the one behind her dillema is a father figure. She is the captive of the mighty and I wish she broke free somehow. She’s completely wrecked and the aftermath would be worse. This is a representation of the brutality many suffer in the hands of the ones who should protect them. The minors are the most endangered.
That’s so true. And I hope she can fight her way out of this hell. It will be an epic battle and it is a great risk.
You’re right. The battle isn’t going to be an easy one. It might lead to something undesirable. Staying in the horrible situation is risky as well.
Thank you so much, Florence.
Vulnerability is often exploited, And monsters are very real and many have the face of someone near and dear. It’s an unthinkable suffering that simply lingers from moment to moment. I think if no release is possible, then death would be better.
I hope her story ends well and her tormentor gets what he deserves.
It is amazing how papable the feelings of utter darkness and suffocation were in this story! You write so well, Terveen!
Thank you so much, Aaysid.
It’s something that makes one feel angry, pained, and disgusted.
It sure does. You are most welcome.
Congrats on the pub, Terveen. This one is dark, yet sheds light on a sick reality.
Thank you so much, Jeff.
‘Sick’ is the right word.
This story is far to vague for me to offer adequate commentary. Not enough information was provided, such as the age of the girl and the intentions of the stepfather, to illicit a visceral response. Certainly abduction is bad enough but if sexual abuse is added into the mix, it’s far more horrendous, and if she is underage, then the situation becomes unthinkable.
Now, I’m not suggesting that you needed to add sex abuse or inappropriate underage action to the story, just that this could have been a much stronger piece, in my humble opinion. Leaving it vague lessens the impact.
I agree, Rhyan. There was much that could have been added. But writing it more as a few moments of reflection just seemed right. A victim of abuse is a victim of their own crumbling mind. I think that’s what I was trying to convey.
Thank you for always offering your honest feedback. I appreciate it and no arguments about it. Haha. 🙂
Not an attack, and judging by the feedback you’re getting, I’m in the minority (wouldn’t be the first time, won’t be the last).
It is impossible for every story to be in everyone’s taste, and I’m an opinionated old man who thinks this one under-performed, and I only mentioned it because I think you’re a stronger writer than that.
As the saying goes, I may be a monkey, but I know what I like.
I’m glad you say it as it is.
Always appreciate that. 🙂
Thanks Rhyan!
I think you might be a sheep…
Ever heard of Radhey?
Or so you have us believe that he was an unfortunate victim. I smell foul play.
Disturbing Terveen. But that was the whole point of writing this. Right?
Exactly Jonaki.
It was very disturbing for me to learn about such real life stories. Penned a fraction of the intense fear and desperation.
This is very dark. But so well written. This could be part of a novel.
Yes, it could be.
I will hang on to that idea.
Thank you for your lovely words. 🙂