2 short stories

 https://www.ted.com/talks/christen_reighter_i_don_t_want_children_stop_telling_me_i_ll_change_my_mind?utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_content=2021-11-24&utm_campaign=social&fbclid=IwAR3lJgGuEncwDLpMzCkkwkACjhqu4YM1JuJ0aSDzLjr3g2icfyepSFkeWv4#t-52270 

girl, having dreams, developing critical thinking

but has gender roles impinged upon her. They Said it is God's plan. It is what she wants, they gaslight her. She questions the idea of God.

There are four possibilities of the world. God no God, many gods, we are God. I think that all of them are equally unlikely.

aboriginal in nature: animism, the trees talking to each other.

Im not willing to believe he exists

Well, Psychedelics pray that you will gain understanding. That he will grant you a glimpse of his will

Alright, I will join the ritual

I now believe. 

...i have doubts again.

Eating seeds as idea of getting pregnant

Nadir Zenith 

All truth is simple. Is that not a compound lie?  A little girl ponders this as she lay curled in the corner of the room. Her figure is birdlike, shrouded in muted brown just beyond two bars of sunlight streaming from the wood-framed windows. 

Her fingers discreetly move from her lap to her mouth, followed by mild crunches as she grinds her teeth. The loudness in her head splits apart sky rivers, but the rhythm of her jaws brings small comfort. Chew, eat, repeat the experience of salty toughness, then a bitter burst, then a nutty sweetness mixing with aftertones of mush. 

The floorboards before her warmed and cooled and warmed and cooled as she ate. And then they began to creak and vibrate. Her brow furrows as a pair of feet enter the top of her vision. 

mechanically mouthing words 

Focus on your Faith, friendships, fitness, and future. Sign up, find out a little more. Your legacy may crumble but these principles will last.

We need each other

We belong to each other

We cannot survive without our community. Just as we have many parts to a body, we need each other to perform as one. 

(school of culinary arts)

the head chef and kitchen hands all speak in an unintelligible tongue
the audience only understands their speech when the chef repeats them as they speak.
the pet and chef speak in a way we understand.

vegetarian dreams of being a successful chef snaps after being told his recipes taste horrible. The head chef usually throws his dishes to the pet, who one some accounts, won't even touch it, infuriating him further. 
the same scene occurs again and again
(admonishment>throwing of dish>pet rejects dish>head chef praise to other>spotlight chef: slow unravelling of emotion, with tight-lipped to baring teeth to laughing coughing laughter to maniacal screaming)

he meets the head chef in secret. "nervously: I'll show you what you want,  but please let me pass school"

The other interns talk about how succulent their dishes are. desperate, He loses sleep trying to make dishes from meat in secret, guilty of his choice. His looks visibly deteriorate. 

One day, after another rejection, the head chef tells him to get a pork dish done before the morning, so he sleeps in the kitchen, trying to perfect the cooking of pork. The night progresses, and he starts a mantra to force himself to work: "Animals are good food. Animals are good food." He takes a bite of his burnt pork dish, and the smell overwhelms him, making him vomit on the floor. 

The pet yaps and devours the pork dish he made. His mantra continues. "Animals are good food. Animals are good food." (wavering>firm>manic tone)
flashing ventilator sounds increase, yapping intensifies, a loud chop: yapping stops

the next day comes, he's as fresh as ever, and he serves a succulent dish to the head chef.
The head chef loves it, with an aside, but he doesn't say it fully. He sniffs, and throws it to the floor again, calling for the pet. And the pet doesn't come. 

The chef grins widely. "Animals are good for food."