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Sunday, 8 September 2013

War Intro

James looked at Ashley who sat in the corner of the room. She was a nice girl who lasted only a week before lost her maidenhood to him. It meant the world to him at the time and he even brought a ring to tell Ashley that he had enjoyed her to the limit - however something pulled him back and he threw the ring into the trash. What had stopped him from giving Ashley the ring? War, it was on the rise and he was needed to perform as one of the troops. James groaned as he thought about war and all its blood and hate - he had seen the movies on war a dozen time and he knew what it was, pitiful!

James wiped his hands on his pants and then he smiled. Ashley wasn't in the mood to look up from her book and James lost the smile fast. James wished Ashley was more in tune with the world, but she was lost like a ghost on a ship that sailed across the middle of the ocean; he didn't like it because he couldn't charm Ashley with old fashioned romance, he needed to talk and when he did talk it was with a needle on his tongue.

“What are you doing there?” he asked to break the silence that caused barbed wire to rake against his skin.

“Reading;” muttered Ashley who was unable to look up from her book.

“What are you reading?” asked James as he narrowed his eyes.

“Just some silly romance;” told Ashley in half-grumble.

“Why is it silly?” asked James as he lingered on his spot where he could feel the warmth from the light-globe the best.

“It's sappy and dull;” told Ashley as she shrugged.

“Then read another book;” told James as he shrugged.

“No, I would rather just finish this one;” told Ashley as she bit on a strand of hair.

James gave up on trying to be the interest and he shrugged.

“I'm going to war;” he told Ashley as he felt his heart dip.

“What do you know?” muttered Ashley as she turned a page.

James felt angered, but no tempered. He knew Ashley was aware of the war and the enlisting, but not of the fact that he had been enlisted.

“You couldn't be sympathetic?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

Ashley finally looked up and met James angry face as he glared at her like a stick with a head that was filled with hot fire and anger.

“They are recruiting girls, maybe I will meet you there;” told Ashley with a grim smile on her face.

James shrugged and then he picked up a bag and pretended to pack. Ashley glared at James and he felt his skin crawl as she eyed him. She laughed at him under her face, she knew there was something more when a person was enlisted and she laughed at him with a cackle that threw him off. James stopped the pretend and packed for real - sure he didn't need to be at the station for two days but he wanted to get away sooner then expected. Ashley stopped her laugh and watched as James continued to pack, and he didn't stop until his shoes were out of the door.

James got drunk at a local pub and picked a fight. He ended up in the gutter with his head rashed with blood. James didn't want to care and he groaned for a full half an hour before a bouncer told him to take it to the park. James picked up his bag and moved to the park, and there he laid himself on the dewy grass and slept.

In the morning James was woken by a bird and he spent the day with his eyes on the trees before night fell. James walked the lone shadows that were long and tall, and he made it to the train station where he would catch a train. He had only one more day to wait and sweat was on his spine. James could feel the tension and so he walked to another pub and got drunk. James spent the night drinking and then he picked a fight - he ended up outside of the train-station and he was carried onto the train by a soldier who noticed his tightly packed bag.

James woke and looked out of the train window - his eyes were red, his head was sore, and he felt glum. A train service attendant offered James ice-tea and James took the drink with pleasure. He felt distorted inside and the ice-tea only stung his brain. James didn't want to think any more, he was in the army and he was doomed.

Ashley looked up from her book as a deep knock pounded on her door. She wanted to shrink to the shadows - she had heard that people were being enlisted by the independent army men who knocked on doors, and she didn't want to go there. However the knock continued on and on, and Ashley gulped as she finally pushed her book to the side.

Ashley crept to her door and opened it a crack, and then she sighed as she met the face of Greg - James sweet brother.

“Hello there;” told Ashley before she opened the door.

Greg streamed inside and there he chose a table to sit on as Ashley closed and locked the door. Ashley turned and met Greg who looked like a soldier in full uniform. He glared at her and waved.

“Sorry my mouth is dry;” he muttered in a dry drawl.

“Why is it dry?” asked Ashley as she narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. “Were you on the sprint?” she asked.

“No;” told Greg as he shrugged. “I took a drug;” he added in a quiet tone.

“Should I get you some water?” asked Ashley who grew immediately angered that Greg had taken a drug and visited her apartment.

“Sure;” told Greg as he shrugged. “That would be good;” he added as though unsure.

“I sure will;” told Ashley before she moved to the sink to get Greg some water.

Greg took the offered cup and then he drank the water in one gulp. Ashley smiled a little as he coughed, and then she glared at Greg as he pushed the cup away.

“So why did you visit?” asked Ashley as she smiled.

Greg looked to Ashley and then he shrugged as he shifted his feet on the floor.

“Nothing, I was just walking by;” he added as he blinked.

“Oh;” muttered Ashley as she also blinked. “Well James left for the army two weeks ago;” he told.

“I know he wrote me a letter;” told Greg as he smiled. “He told me to send him some cookies the canteen didn't serve sweets of any kind;” he told.

“What hell;” told Ashley as she began to pout over the fact that she wanted to send him cookies but had no address to write to.

“The hell of it is that when I sent cookies I accidentally enlisted myself into the army” told Greg as he rolled his eyes. “The soldiers visited me and told me I looked strong. Once they discovered I was a police man in a past life they gave me these clothes and told me to pack my bag I was going to be the big man on campus - whatever that means;” he added in a shy tone.

Ashley blinked. She wished James had been given that option - but no, he was given runner and front-line servant, he was expected to die.

“I am sure you will do well;” told Ashley unable to tell Greg how much her spine sweated as she heard footsteps down the hall.

“Will I?” asked Greg as he blinked. “I don't know, you can give it your best that is all;” he added as he shrugged. “No one is supposed to win these wars, it's just made for cock fighting;” he added. “To harm everyone in it;” he added.

“I see;” told Ashley as she glared at Greg as though she were unable to be reached.

“So when those men told me I was going to be the big man, I just assumed it meant that I was going to be the big phoney who walked like they were important and were then grilled on a secret mission which ensure my non-survival;” he added.

“Well you are tall, maybe they just liked your size;” told Ashley as she smiled.

“Maybe;” told Greg as he shrugged. “But the point is that I am going to war;” he added. “I knew James wasn't here but I was thinking that if I go to war I will not come back;” he told before he cleared his voice. “So maybe you can get pregnant with my kid?” he asked in a slow and exaggerated manner.

“They have sluts on the board;” told Ashley as she felt the instinct to slap Greg on the face. “You can marry one and have a family before you die;” she added.

“I know;” told Greg. “But those freaks are made for human experimentation and they will never exit the army;” he whispered. “You are not in the army, give me a kid;” he added. “Please;”

“No!” gasped Ashley as she grew disgusted. “Get the hell out of this apartment!” she screamed.

Greg shrivelled his gut and withdrew.

“Okay;” he added before he picked up his hat. “It was just a question;” he declared. “Screw you, I will never fight for you;” he added before he picked up his feet and left the apartment. “I'll tell the warden there's a female listing;” he added as he reached the door. “Front line nurse;” he added before he slammed the door behind him.

Ashley threw a hand over her mouth. She wanted to vomit, but she didn't know how. She moved to the toilet and threw her wait over it - but nothing came out, only tears rolled down her face.

“I hate this war!” she declared as she began to cry. “Everything is disgusting;” she added before she sunk to the floor.

James march the forest and found something to shoot. He shot and shot a target and then he shot something else that fell from the trees.

“Was that a bird?” asked the trainer named Jim.

“I don't know;” muttered James as he blinked at the tall grass that held the thing he had shot.

“I think it was;” told Jim as he wrote down something on his board. “Mind the wildlife;” he added. “Please;” he declared. “Or you eat the next one;” he finished before he walked away.

James blinked, he knew he wanted to feel bad but he had been put in army mode and his heart was dead. James didn't want to care about what he had done, but there was a stick inside that wanted to break. James walked on and he shot at something else. It had a human voice and as soon as he had let a bullet fly a whistle blew.

Chaos erupted as all the trainees flooded to the grass until they found the person James had shot. He had shot a cleaner and he was escorted away from the premises.

“Detention;” muttered Jim as he carried the cleaner away. “Now!” he shouted.

James wanted to scream - he hadn't meant to shoot a person, but it was training and the cleaner wasn't supposed to be there. James bent his head low - it didn't matter what he was supposed to have done all he knew was that he was not going to get to sleep that night and he as going to live through hell.

Ashley looked at the door. She had heard a knock that had been faint and she was afraid of the person on the other side. Ashley gulped, she wanted to ignore the knock but it didn't seem menacing and so she walked up to the door and opened it.

Outside was a soldier and he smiled at Ashley who shivered under her skin as she met his full uniform.

“Hey there Ashley I am Harry;” told the soldier.

“Hi there;” muttered Ashley as she shivered under her skin.

The soldier looked okay but his eyes were strange blue and were like a Nazi's eyes. He could have been from one of the Nazi leaders that had graced the German stage ten short years before. Ashley wanted to run away but she kept her feet in one spot as she waited for the militant to say something.

“I intercepted your recent course test;” told the soldier as he grinned. “The campus would have liked to have seen you there;” he added. “Smart A student;' he added. “With good writing skills;” he pointed out.

“Thanks;” told Ashley as she carefully took the folder that the soldier readily handed to her.

“Why were you studying the course?” asked the soldier. “Do you want to be a teacher?” he asked.

“I was paying for rent;” told Ashley as she rolled her eyes. “I have no support now;” she added. “Everyone has gone to war;” she finished.

“That's no good;” told the soldier. “With your smarts you could be first choice for special services;” he added with enthuse.

“No, I don't think the army is for me;” muttered Ashley as she felt a quiver.

“It's not the army;” told the soldier. “It's Government work;” he added. “You get to work with a small team;” he declared. “Like a board meeting;” he coaxed.

“I see;” muttered Ashley as she narrowed her eyes. “So I don't have to do lawn runs?” she asked.

“No!” gasped the soldier. “That's more military, what you do is think, make reports, voice your opinion;” he declared. “You'll get forty-thousand grand per year;” he added.

Ashley began to melt. She had heard of private jobs but she never thought she was capable of obtaining one - James would have been so jealous if he could watch her at that moment, she smiled at the thought.

“Will there be a contract?” asked Ashley as she shrugged.

“Yes I do;” told James as he picked up his suitcase and laid it on a table. “Let me get it out;” he added before he took out a tranquilliser gun and shot.

Ashley felt a prick of pain before she stumbled to the floor. She didn't know what happened during a trek into the blank zone, but when she woke she was in a car that was locked tight and there was no way she was going to escape.

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Doomed To The Army

James looked at Ashley who sat in the corner of the room. She was a nice girl who had only a week before lost her maidenhood to him. It meant the world to him at the time and he even brought a ring to tell Ashley that he enjoyed her to the limit. However something pulled him back and he threw the ring into the trash. What had stopped him from giving Ashley the ring? War, it was on the rise and he was needed to perform as one of the troops. James groaned as he thought about war and all its blood and hate - he had seen the movies on war a dozen time and he knew what it was like, pitiful!

“What are you doing there?” he asked to break the silence that caused barbed wire to rake against his skin.

“Reading;” muttered Ashley who was unable to look up from her book.

“What are you reading?” asked James as he narrowed his eyes.

“Just some silly romance;” told Ashley in half-grumble.

“Why is it silly?” asked James as he lingered on his spot where he could feel the warmth from the light-globe the best.

“It's sappy and dull;” told Ashley as she shrugged.

“Then read another book;” told James as he shrugged.

“No, I would rather just finish this one;” told Ashley as she began to bite on a strand of hair.

James gave up on trying to be the interest, and he shrugged.

“I'm going to war;” he told Ashley as he felt his heart dip.

“What do you know?” muttered Ashley as she turned a page.

James felt angered, but no tempered. He knew Ashley was aware of the war and the enlisting, but not of the fact that he had been enlisted.

“You couldn't be sympathetic?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

Ashley finally looked up and met James angry face as he glared at her like a stick with a head that was filled with hot fire and anger.

“They are recruiting girls, maybe I will meet you there;” told Ashley with a grim smile on her face.

James shrugged and then he picked up a bag and pretended to pack. Ashley glared at James and he felt his skin crawl as she eyed him. She laughed at him under her face, she knew there was something more when a person was enlisted and she laughed at him with a cackle that threw him off. James stopped the pretend and packed for real; sure he didn't need to be at the station for two days but he wanted to get away sooner then expected. Ashley stopped her laugh and watched as James continued to pack, and he didn't stop until his shoes were out of the door.

In the morning James was woken by a bird and he spent the day with his eyes on the trees. Then night fell and he moved on. He walked the lone shadows that were long and tall, and he made it to the train station where he would catch a train. He had only one more day to wait and his sweat was on his spine. James could feel the tension and so he walked to another pub and got drunk. James spent the night drinking and then he picked a fight - he ended up outside of the train-station and he was carried onto the train by a soldier who noticed his tightly packed bag.

Nathan Conscripted

Nathan walked down the street. He met many faces he didn't want to know, his mind was high on jet-fuel and it was only the start of the day. What was wrong? He had been told that he was going to go to war and it had been outlined with a Government letter and a stamp. Nathan had the intelligence to know that he had been put under arms and trialled without any jury presence - his sentence was death by manslaughter.

“Who knows maybe there is a war?” asked Nathan to himself as he passed by a guy who looked kind of shifty. “What does the world want now but to perfect itself?” he added as he began to race his steps to get him further away from the public that surrounded him.

Nathan wished he had a family all of a sudden, then he could tell them the plans that had been laid for him; but his family had vanished from his sight years before when he discovered a high-volume orgy in the backyard - he hadn't want to be a part of that life and so he had walked away.

“I wish I had someone;” he muttered as he walked by a skirt with a white jacket and pink shoes. “What on earth was that?” he asked as he turned his head. “Hey you, where's your manners?” he asked loud enough to make the female turn her head to look at him.

Nathan bumped into a fella who had a suitcase in hand. The fella dropped the case and screamed - Nathan apologised and waited for acceptance. The fella wouldn't stop his screams and soon whistles were blown. Cops surrounded the area and Nathan was told to leave - so Nathan left and the cops arrested the fella who had dropped the case.

“Sorry;” muttered Nathan inside of his mind before he moved down the street and around a corner.

Nathan walked into his house - it was a rented place with low lighting, he liked it quite a lot - there was serenity in the dim. Most people would have called it a dump because the lighting was so poor, but he liked it.

“Good enough for me;” he muttered before he took out the letter he had been given and laid it flat on the table.

Nathan glared at the letter hard - he had to go to war, and the drum beat inside of his chest. He didn't know anything about war except a person died when they entered the arena. What was he going to do, how was he going to survive?

“You don't survive war, you die there;” muttered Nathan before he shrugged. “Me sitting here without sown seeds;” he muttered before he pulled a face - he had never wanted to have a family, but now that he was going to face certain death he thought he might like to try; but he didn't know who to ask, he had ignored the world and he had no one, not even with a telephone by his right side.

“It's a silly question;” he muttered. “Will I die, will any part of me live?” he asked. “Should I go, or should I run away?” he then added before he flipped his ideas inside of his mind. “Should I tell the government that I am a coward?” he then asked before a rake of shoe broke his attention.

Nathan looked out the window and saw a female neighbour slip through the ally that served as his side yard. She had a flat at the back, and he grew curious as to what she might be willing to do while his head was on the board. Nathan narrowed his eyes and moved out the back door of his house, he then bumped into the female in the alley as she scraped her shoulder by a steel lamp that was attached to his house.

“Hey there;” muttered Nathan in a voice that was too weak to be threatening.

“Hi!” sung the female before she moved to walk on.

“What to come inside for a drink?” gasped Nathan as he raced a few steps and grabbed the female's arm. “I would enjoy it;” he added.

The female looked to Nathan and smiled - as soon as he smiled she stomped on his foot hard. Nathan felt a pulse inside of his shoe that hit his brain, but he held on firm.

“Come on neighbour, just one drink;” he drawled in a tone that sounded awkward and almost childish. “I won't harm ya, I just want some company;” he added as he felt her tug away just enough for him to know that she wanted to get away. “Will you be my company?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“No!” gasped the female as she felt her breath turn to heat.

“Please come in for a drink;” begged Nathan as he tried to calm the female down with a stare that was supposed to nourish her soul. “I would like it very much;” he added before a slap in the face made his teeth chatter.

The female slipped away and spat as Nathan rubbed his face.

“I'm going to war;” told Nathan as he glared at the female.

“You are?” asked the female as she felt her breath intake.

“Yes I am;” told Nathan. “I really wouldn't mind a last drink before I head off to the trains tonight;” he added.

“My husband wanted me to visit him at the train station;” tol the female as her eyes grew distanced as she remembered a past that happened less then six months ago. “I told him I needed to do the washing;” she added as she felt her chest puff and pant as her heart pulled a string inside. “He didn't tell me he was going to war;” she announced as she began to narrow her eyes so that she could see Nathan a little more clearly. “I only found out when I received a letter to tell me that he was dead;” she added before she took a gulp.

Nathan glared at the female unable to say a word. He wanted to tell her he wanted her inside of his house, but what he didn't want to tell her was that he had only water to drink.

“Okay I'll come in for a drink;” muttered the female as she double-crossed her scared. “Just a drink;” she added.

“I wouldn't ask you for anything more;” told Nathan as he felt a glimmer inside of his chest.

Nathan stepped back and the female followed - she was like a cat ready to make friends with a dog and he wanted to bark however he stayed quiet. Nathan let the female inside of his house and she muttered odd remarks as he led her to the room where he had a desk on which sat the letter of conscription.

“See?” asked Nathan as he pointed to the letter. “They've conscripted me;” he added.

“Let me read it;” told the female before she picked up the letter and read it from top to bottom. “This is authentic!” she gasped as though greatly pleasured.

“Now you know I am authentic;” muttered Nathan as he glared at the females hair. “How about a bite to eat?” he asked before he leaned over and bit his neighbours neck so hard that she was unable to scream within seconds as pain robbed her of all senses.

Nathan stepped onto the train and was transferred to the military base. He licked his lips as though they still had a rash over them. He had drunk his neighbours blood and buried her under the house to rest and no one had arrested him.

“I've been put in the army mood;” he lied as he continued to taste blood on his mouth.

He couldn't even tell himself the truth - a strange craze had broken into his head and he had done as commanded; it was like a sleep-walk only he didn't walk around, he bit and bit hard! The neighbour had nothing inside of her body to ready herself for such violence and she had fainted right away - Nathan was glad she hadn't screamed; he wasn't a good fighter he was just a fool who wanted to sow his seeds and they hadn't even been sowed.

“I'm ready for the army;” he muttered as he licked his teeth tasted bloody.

Nathan whistled to a nearby soldier

“Got any gum?” he asked.

The soldier smiled and gave him a stick.

Nathan smiled and began to chew on the gum - it was sweet, sugary, and tasted like rubber; it was as expected and he swallowed it fast. He never liked gum, he had just wanted to clean his teeth.

“Want another?” asked the soldier.

“No thanks;” told Nathan as he shook his head.

“That's fine then;” told the soldier as he smiled. “Maybe later;” he added before he winked.

Nathan knew the soldier had something on his mind and he hated him all of a sudden. Nathan rolled his eyes and scolded himself - he had met a stranger and he had only asked for gum, he felt as though he already had a bullet aimed at his head.

“That figures;” he muttered inside of his mind as the train rolled on.

Nathan met the army camp and was led to the dorms. He was allocated a room and he shook hands with many nervous army men. He didn't want to know them but they told him their names - Joe with the auburn hair and sideburns, Peter with the large build and tattoo, Mick with the freckles and the moustache, and Davis with the gold watch and slick personality. Nathan found them very fine scoundrels and he felt quite uneven in their presence, however he tried to get along in his own kind of way by offering a smile, a joke, and anything else that popped up inside of his head. If he came across as nervous it was because he was, he was very nervous and not just because he was around strangers and closer to death then ever, but because he felt different.

“Army to the exercise square!” shouted a fellow commander who walked inside of the dorm with polished boots and grey-brown uniform.

Everyone looked at the commander and wanted to throw bananas, however they caught on that they were supposed to go to the exercise square and so they walked. Nathan took to the tail of the line and then broke off - he didn't want to just be told what to do and so he picked up his boots and sneaked away.

Nathan made it to the uniform warm and he told the officer on post he had been ordered to pick up a new uniform. The officer gave him one and then smiled.

“Have a good day;” the officer said.

Nathan smiled and walked away. When gone he slipped on the uniform and tossed his old clothes into a bin. Dressed he began to wander around, and he did with stealth and quiet steps. He met many people who wanted to smile, and he cracked a smile at every face. However then he met an officer who had a different suit to him and he asked if he wanted to visit the toilet with him. The high commander turned to Nathan and asked him why. Nathan told the commander that he had just washed the basin with a toothbrush and needed a salute. The high commander smiled and tilted his head.

“You want to watch me urinate in it don't you?” he asked.

“Certainly;” told Nathan as he smiled.

The high commander nodded and followed Nathan to the toilet. When there he inspected a bowl that had yellow urine at the bottom, he even crouched down low to inspect, and that was when Nathan attacked! Nathan grabbed the commander's neck and squeezed hard - he didn't care if he was killing the fellow, they usually were able to revive strangulation with some treatment but they never were the same after and their memory was usually shot. Nathan had no fear as he took the high commander to the ground and then stole his uniform. The fellow was only a little larger then he, and he was able to dress the high commander into his uniform before he left the fellow alone.

Nathan broke into an office with the key he had been given and he fiddled around with the papers and envelopes. After signing a few documents and giving himself credit on a report, he then gave himself a badge and then left.

Nathan felt like a sneak and a high runner, his head pumped as hard as his head as he walked around as though he were an army chief. No one knew him, but all enjoyed his image as the high commander; some secretaries asked him questions and he gave them answers but then he was busted as the federal commander threw a gun at his face.

“So you are the outlaw!” gasped the federal commander before he shot.

Nathan fell to the ground, he thought he was dead, but then he woke in a room which was white and sterile. A lone figure hung around the side of the room where there were test-tubes and medical equipment. Nathan glared at the person and then he whistled.

“I'm awake;” he told.

“You're crazy!” gasped the person. “You killed a high commander and then broke into office files;” he added. “I wouldn't know your name only you used your authority to give yourself illegal credit;” he added.

Nathan rolled his eyes - his game was over, he had been caught!

“What's going to happen?” he asked.

“I don't know!” told the person as he rolled his eyes. “I am only supervising you, and you are cuffed to that bed which has been stapled to the floor;” he added as though angered.

Nathan sighed as he saw a silly cuff on his wrist. He wanted to know more but an ache inside of his head distracted him.

“Was I shot?” he asked.

“Tranquilliser;” told the fellow as he picked up a book. “Now be quiet I am going to read;” he added.

Nathan nodded. He stayed quiet, and at one point he fell asleep. When he woke it was dark and he was still cuffed to the table but the fellow with the medical equipment was gone.

Nathan was left in his room for ten days and then he was escorted to a dorm in which there was only one bed. Nathan knew he was in trouble and he looked to the person who had escorted him.

“So Joe;” he sung. “What's all this?” he asked.

“You've been arrested;” told Joe as he smiled and stepped back. “You killed someone;” he added. “You will never be anyone again;” he declared before he left.

Nathan thought he was going to be able to break out of his dorm, however it could only be opened from the outside. Nathan sighed - he was unsure what was going to happen but he knew it meant trouble.

Nathan was starved in the dorm for two day, and then a person called Hector entered the room to offer a meal. Nathan readily took the meal and then he talked to Hector who glared back with a gun sticking out from his waistline. Nathan ate his meal and then he sighed.

“What is going to happen to me Hector?” he asked.

“You are going to die;” told Hector as he blinked.

“How?” asked Nathan.

“Any way we like;” told Hector as he smiled. “You are a rebel;” he added.

“When am I going to die?” asked Nathan.

“Any day;” told Hector as he glared at Nathan hard.

Nathan knew he was supposed to be scared, however he wasn't scared at all. In fact he was agitated, he felt pins all over his body. He wanted to quit the army, but it had captured him and made him a prisoner.

“You forced us into this place, what else was I supposed to do?” he asked.

“You do whatever you like;” told Hector. “When you are caught you will be executed;” he added before he smiled. “Now go to sleep;” he added before he shot.

Nathan felt a spear hit his right arm and he cried out in agony before dizziness made him blank out.

Nathan stayed blanked out for many days, when he woke he had a headache. Hector smiled at him as he watched him from across the room.

“You need a drink;” he declared.

Nathan nodded and waited to be given a drink, however he was given nothing.

“Where's my drink?” asked Nathan impatient for a drop of liquid to erase the saw-dust inside of his mouth.

“I never said you were going to be given one;” told Hector before he scoffed.

Nathan nodded and then he grimaced - he really needed to take a leak.

“Where's the bathroom?” he asked.

“Take a leak inside of your shoe;” told Hector. “Then drink it;” he added before he left the dorm.

Nathan saw that Hector used his cuff to open the door. When he was gone Nathan inspected the door-frame and saw a pin-hole from which a tiny red light glowed.

“There's some trick here;” he announced as he smiled. “When Hector returns I'll give it to him and then I will leave;” he announced before he chuckled.

Hector walked into the prison dorm and met hands that strangled him until he was unable to breath. His clothes were the stolen and Nathan was able to escape. Nathan didn't stay on base this time, instead he left the army arena as smiled crowded all around and he left in a shiny black car. He knew Hector was the kind of person who owned a nice black car, Nathan had only two to choose from and he chose the right one first try.

Nathan drove away, dumped the car, and then he walked. He walked through forest until he met a boat, and then he ferried a ride down a river until the boat met its quay. At the quay Nathan walked away, and he walked far.

“I'm never going to be captured for the army again!” gasped Nathan as he narrowed his eyes. “I am going to live as an illegal alien, and no one is going to capture me!” he said before he robbed a car, drove to another city, and disappeared amongst its dark spaces until the memory of the army faded under a cloud of black smog.

Friday, 30 August 2013

Money Concern Story

Graham winters was a business man who was always low of money due to his habit of expenditure. He worked very hard, but at the end of every week he had little to no money. He stressed about it when it came to making up debit reports for him and his wife to discuss. The world was a ball of money and he threw his money at the world until he had none. Graham wanted to make more but he couldn't part from his additional expenditures, so he told his wife Hillary that he loved her when she cried over not being able to afford groceries; after they would laugh and share several cups of honey-tea, but it was his daughter Ella who caused Graham most concern - he was unable to provide excess and she in return grew into a terribly lonesome being; sure she was quiet, but there was a queer that made his skin crawl when he looked at her. Graham wanted to do more for her, but he didn't know what, and so he waited until Ella returned to her room before he allowed himself to breathe again.

“I can't keep holding my breath waiting for the day of the better year;” scolded Graham as he took his notes to his study. “I need to do more;” he muttered, but he didn't know what.

Graham tried to join a cult group, but as soon as he saw a person get cut with a knife in preparation of an orgy he grew weak - blood that easily drained from his face, and ice-cold he walked home with a cold.

“What is the matter dear?” asked Hillary as she saw Graham as he walked into the kitchen.

“I need a drink!” gasped Graham.

“Why?” asked Hillary. “Are you unwell?” she inquired.

“Yes! I saw blood;” told Graham as he grabbed a tea cup as though his life dangled on its capture.

“Where?” asked Hillary as she gasped inside of her chest.

“At the pub;” told Graham as he sweated over the memory of the fierce orgy.

“Well sit down I shall make you honey tea;” told Hillary as she crossed her brows over the fact that Graham had gone to the pub and not brought back any dinner.

“I will meet the kettle in the study!” told Graham before he poured honey into his cup and walked away.

In the study Graham furrowed his brows as he recalled the activities of the cult. He tried to make up his own idea about a new cult he could create - however his mind was a chalk board without writing, and so he threw the idea away.

Ella walked past the study and as she did she noticed Graham as he hunched over his study desk.

“Hello father;” cheered Ella as she blinked his way.

Graham turned around and saw his daughter as she hung around in her day dress. He blinked - it was a dirty little item with used lace that had turned from white to cream; Graham wanted to sneer at the dress, however then he returned his attention to Ella as she talked.

“How was your day?” she asked as she lingered in the shadow of the hallway.

“It was fine;” told Graham as he tried his best to smile.

Ella blinked and lingered for only a moment until Graham's hairs stood on the back of his neck. Graham wanted to snap over the sensation, however instead he ran his fingers over his skin to wash the creep off his arm-hair. Ella walked down the hall without another world, and Graham stressed - he could only just hear a faint creak on the floorboards.

“It was fine;” repeated Graham before he picked up his pen and began to count numbers inside of his head as he scrawled codes and fragments.

Graham went to bed late that evening after he drank his forth cup of honey-tea. He felt ill, he had not eaten in days, and he had spent his last dollar on tram fare. Graham settled into his bed and he glared at Hillary who was asleep in the bed across the room - he didn't like her being so far away, however she refused to sleep any closer lest he accidentally leave her pregnant. Graham shrugged and then he slipped under the blanket and closed his eyes - tomorrow he was going to do something to make him feel better, and he was going to bring back dinner.

The next day Graham moved to the bad side of town to see if he could score himself a job. He walked over a fallen drunk, broken bottles, and broken glass, before his eyes met a small cafe. Graham wandered inside.

The manager looked at Graham and saw money, and he smiled as he offered a seat. Graham took the seat and then asked for the manager - the manager smiled and told him he was the manager. Graham explained that he needed a job and the manager shrugged.

“No jobs, sorry;” he answered as he crossed his arms. “This is a fine cafe, but it is only small - I have all the staff I need;” he declared. “There is only one job I could offer you, and you wouldn't like it;” he told.

“What job?” asked Graham as he glared at the manager.

“I'd pay you to sleep with my wife;” told the manager as he narrowed his eyes.

Graham swallowed his pride, he wanted to walk out of the cafe, however his shoes deceived him and stayed still.

“That is a joke?” asked Graham as he lifted his eyes to the manger who smiled.

“No joke;” told the manager before he winked and walked away.

Graham stood and walked out of the cafe, and then he walked down the street - he felt out of sorts, in chaos, sick; he had been thrown an insult and he wanted to crawl for it like it was a tossed beer cap for a drunk.

“I am a drunk;” told Graham as he wiped a hand over his brow. “And I feel almost ready for a drink;” he muttered before he swept down the street at a faster rate.

However Graham didn't return home as planned, instead he changed his mind and returned to the cafe. Within ten minutes he was led into a room where he was shown a bed and on it a strange woman. Graham did all he could to appease her, however it took all of his decency away, and he trembled out of the door with thirty dollars inside of his hand - he had done the dirty and he felt worse for ware.

Graham returned home with a bag of groceries and greeted emptiness; he sighed. He didn't want to touch the food he had brought and so he placed the bag onto the kitchen bench before he moved to the study to place the twenty dollars he had inside of a money jar.

“That is my effort in a jar;” he sighed. “I sold my soul and here is my change;” he added. “How pitiful;” he declared as he hung his head just enough to feel the pull of a rope that was not fastened to his neck.

Graham wanted to be the person on the execution list where all could see his guilt and crime. He would erase his soils as he was hung for having had deceived his family and himself all for something that looked like loose change when in a money jar. He would declare that he was indeed guilty and he would be hung; Graham sighed.

A creak in the floorboards distracted Graham's attention and he turned his head to see his daughter Ella as she hung in the shadow of the doorway. Ella looked like a fright in her day dress that was too faded for her complexion - she looked like a ghost that wanted to be revived from its death.

“Hello father;” told Ella as she looked at Graham with a sturdy eye that glimmered just enough to make Graham wonder if she were as good as her behaviours suggested.

“Hi;” muttered Graham in a soft tone that was deep but lacked much emotion.

“How was your day?” asked Ella as she glared at Graham in a queer manner that made him want to reach for his pen which had an extra-fine tip.

“It was fine;” told Graham as he glared at Ella - he was not scared of her at all, he was just aware that she was different in the wrong sense; she made his skin crawl, it was a chemical reaction that came from metaphysical tilt - he felt the world off axis when he looked at her.

Ella walked on in silence and Graham was able to feel his body enough to notice sweat on his neck. Graham turned to the money jar and glared at the money inside - it was not enough and he wanted to cry out, but instead he grabbed the money, shoved it inside of his mouth, and swallowed hard! Graham almost choked, and for a moment his eyes rolled as his face grew red - however he didn't choke; he managed to swallow and he was able to breathe once again.

“Why on earth did I do that!” scolded Graham as he felt his neckline and worried that he may have grazed his throat. “I needed that money!” he added, but it was too late the money was gone and he was broke once again.

Graham couldn't eat the dinner his wife made, and so he took his feet to his room and sat at a desk. He couldn't sleep, all he could think about was the next day as cooking scent wafted around his head. Tomorrow he would have to do something evil and corrupt, and he wasn't sure how he was going to feel after.

“I am going straight to Hell when I die;” muttered Graham as he ran soft fingers over his brow.

He was upset, but he wasn't as upset as his mixed-up mind was. He knew it was going to be another day, and he was gong to have more money by its end.

Graham walked into a fine house and met a fine man whose name was Jack. Graham then met his wife Angie before he was escorted into a fine room to socialise in the most illegal manner. Graham did all that was asked of him and was given money in return. Graham thanked Jack and left the home with a face as red as the devil's skin.

At home Graham filled his money jar and he smiled - however his smile fell as he noticed Ella in the mirror. Ella looked at Graham and cleared her throat after a pause; Graham thought she had noticed he smelt like sweat, however then he saw Ella swallow and he knew she had eaten something.

“Hello father;” told Ella as she looked to Graham.

“Hi;” muttered Graham unable to keep the frown off his face.

“How was your day?” asked Ella as she glared at Graham.

“It was fine;” told Graham unable to stop himself from growing mad.

Graham felt aggravated and that made him strong inside - he wanted to shout that he had been fed too much beef stock and muscle, but then he softened; he couldn't feel his softer side that wanted to mope, and he knew he had been fed something special on his trek inside of the Devil's carriage.

Ella noticed Graham's strength and she glared at him before she stepped away. When Ella had departed Graham picked up a pen - he felt normal, his grip was soft but there was strength inside; he couldn't describe the sensation well but he knew he felt like a man.

Graham spent two weeks on the money-card and his name was passed around. He felt good and solid, and his body fast became toned with muscle - however on the second week a passer-by called him a felon and shot him in the chest. Graham fell and when he woke he woke in a hospital bed, he had returned to his weaker form and he groaned as he was told that he had almost been killed.

Graham was sent home in a wheel-chair, and as soon as he saw his daughter he knew that she was going to ask him the same words she always asked. Graham looked at Ella and scowled at her dirty rags - the money he had made was gone, and he had no strength to do all he had done before he had been wounded.

“Hello father;” greeted Ella as she glared at Graham in a queer manner that made him want to run away.

“Hi;” whispered Graham as he stared back at the child who had no hope of a decent future.

“How was your day?” asked Ella as she continued to glare at him with eyes that hovered over his face in the most alien way.

“It was fine;” muttered Graham as trembles ran up his spine.

The hospital had made him weak and he was unsure if he would ever feel strong again. Graham shivered and then he scoffed as he felt the wound in his chest - his skin had been stitched but he there stood injury inside; he had been shot close to the heart, but his heart hadn't been touched only his lungs had been shattered. Graham began to panic as he wondered how long he was going to live and how he was going to survive while bound to a wheel-chair? Ella walked away and Graham felt dark cover his spine; it hugged him until he was unable to breathe and Graham sweated as dark hands crawled over him. Graham felt his mind swirl with red and crimson-black, and he fell into a deep, dark, hole.

When Graham woke his wife Hillary hovered over him with syrup in her hand. Graham glared at her and thought how he had wronged her and Ella both. He wanted to blame himself, however then Hillary spoke.

“Are you unwell?” she asked. “Would you like to go to the hospital?” she inquired.

Graham shook his head as he glared in the most bashful manner.

“I was just overcome;” he muttered as he felt his lies knot inside of his chest where his heart pumped red hot energy.

“Overcome?” asked Hillary as she raised a brow.

“Overcome;” told Graham as he narrowed his eyes. “Ask me how was my day;” he then muttered as he glared at his wife as though he wanted to eat her.

“How was your day?” asked Hillary as she rested the syrup on her lap.

“It was fine;” told Graham as he felt stiff anger rake up his spine. “I will be fine;” he added.

Hillary smiled and she wiped a tear from her right eye.

“I am glad!” she gasped. “I am glad;” she added.

Graham glared at Hillary as she began to sob, he thought it queer however he bothered to investigate the reason.

“Hillary, why are you crying?” he questioned with some reserve.

“For a moment you looked dead;” she muttered as her worries fluttered inside of her heart. “And I worried for you;” she added.

“Worry no more;” told Graham. “I am here to stay, that is all that matters;” he added before he opened his arms for Hillary to fall into until she felt sure that he was alive and was going to stay alive.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

The Jesrulites

The Jesrulites are a new group of faith that have been functioning in Australia. They are more then just a new faith group - they believe in the reincarnation of the spirit, and they state that they are the 'vessel of the God who was able to give Mary her child'. They are emboldened by their knowledge that they are the new saints that are stepping the earth in order to acknowledge the truth in in depth discussion - God has always been on earth, and he has been waiting to be found.

The Jesrulites associate with Moses in the fact that Moses was also able to speak to a spirit. However their cult is more 'pure in nature', because they have 'found the true walking God, and not the one Moses spoke to'. This means that they 'are not only cleaner in spirit and faith, they are more royal'. They state that 'they are more connected with the true God then any other faith'.

The Jesrulites believe that the flesh should not be eaten despite its healing properties. They believe that birth is a blessing performed by he who is worthy of living beyond one mortal life. They believe that God will will them as long as they can communicate with his pure spirit. They believe that they are the new development of mortal-God connection.

They follow no written word. They simply allow the spirits to command them, and as they do they aid in proving God exists. They do not believe in the Bible, and they do not plan to live around a Bible in order to be welcomed into heaven. They believe Heaven is opened to those who deserve to be welcomed. Heaven is opened to Gods' favoured children, and only he can accept them. They do not worry about living life by a book whose chants may allow them entry into Heaven in which God sits. They claim every activity that happens in the world after life always depends on the spirit that vacates the mortal body. Entry into heaven will happen when the spirit is worthy, and given the gateway to their destination.

Foundation of the Cult:

The Jesrulites were formed by a group of Australians. They had been visited by spirits, who commanded them to go to the ocean at 5.00pm in the afternoon to perform a miracle. At the ocean the people of faith were commanded to watch the sky. They did so, and as they did they felt the power of God. It was then they noticed a spirit hanging by the waters edge. He told them 'he had come for the great re-birth'. The Jesrulites pushed forward a marksman to vessel the God, and he was given the spirits intelligence.

Since then the Jesrulites have been educating themselves with talking about the communications with the spirit of God. They have all harnessed the spirit of knowledge, and have seen his spiritual face inside of their minds. They have been able to gain knowledge, and they have been teaching themselves the knowledge they have attained.

They have contained their beliefs in a secluded group, and they have been talking about the world and how their knowledge might prove useful.

Growth of the Cult:

Only sixteen select people are part of the cult of the Jesrulites. They meet on a weekly basis in order to discuss their learnings, and to also pass on the spirit of their God who they claim is the true face of God and who 'was here at the beginning'. They claim that they alone can communicate, and they are educating their cult by oral re-telling of their education after they have harnessed the spirit of God.

More about Members of the Cult:

The Jesrulites contain members that are male and female. They are in-tune with the human spirit, and they are all able to speak to God on a psychic level. They have been growing in confidence that they are the people who are going to be able to one day teach others about their experiences - however for now they keep their knowledge secluded. Only scant rumours and meeting reports prove that the group called the Jesrulites do in fact exist.

Jesrulites against Christianity:

The Jesrulites claim that despite the truth in Christianity there are also mixed messages, oversights, exaggeration, and mistakes.

One major claim is that the ten commandments come from Moses who was the commander of the Israelites. He was a 'dirty leader', and he was able to communicate with a spirit which was 'not pure of spiritual form', and who 'was not true face of God'. His teachings were based on 'his fall and triumph', and they 'fail to send to the people God's true message'.

Another claim is that Mary did not have sex with a spirit. She had sex with a mortal-God, a God who was flesh and blood and was able to live and breathe like a human being. But the God was close to Gods true form, and Mary was blessed as she was given him in order to have a child. However her child was not pure in mind despite the fact that he had Gods' likeness. Jesus had Jewish essence and this wrecked his ability to be a 'true-god', or 'messenger of God'. Jesus was unable to reach to God, and hence he was a false prophet, who was worshipped by those who had 'the softest of hearts and the weakest of faith'.

The Jesrulites do not follow a bible, however they do uphold basic laws that have been passed through the bible - like be good, pray to communicate with God, cleanse the body as though it is the spirit, etc. They do not follow a bible because they are actively being taught by the God who met them at the water's edge. They talk about their learnings in meetings, and they pass the spirit in order to investigate what insights each individual is able to hold.

Heat In The Den

Smashwords Edition

Emma looked to the left and spied her friend Rochelle with her other friend Dave. Emma rolled her eyes as they chuckled together as though they had been friends for a billion years. It made Emma feel left out, and she grimaced as she felt a nerve tick inside. She didn't want to be angry about their get-together - however they ignored her when she wasn't around, and it made her feel alone!

Emma narrowed her eyes as she looked to the left, and then to the right. She hummed to herself as she thought about what she had been through as she stood alone. She didn't want to tell the world about her insecurity - however she was a little pissed off that she should be left to feel so abandoned! Emma narrowed her eyes as she contemplated walking out; however within moments Rochelle crept off with Dave, and it made Emma growl!

Emma hopped onto her tip-toes, and began to sneak after the couple! She took step after step, and she crept forth as quietly as a mouse! She followed the duo up a quiet hall, and then she followed them to a door.

Emma opened the door and saw a steep staircase. Slowly she crept down the spine of the staircase as she felt her heart jump inside of her chest. Near the base Emma narrowed her eyes in order to peer through the dim of a storage room. In the corner, by a couple of boxes, Emma saw Rochelle with her legs locked around Dave's hips. Her face looked puffed and sweaty as Dave ribbed her with an erection that started at hip level.

Emma gasped as she put a hand to her mouth, and then she felt her loins grow wet as she saw Dave bend in order to take a taste of a peak of bare breast which had been unsheathed! Emma hurriedly placed a hand over her crotch in order to ensure she didn't wet herself! Not only would the accident embarrass her, it would also embarrass the duo when they found out that they had been spotted. Emma knew well enough that their three circle friendship could fast dissipate as a result, and she cringed as thought about having to face her other friends who would fast hear about the news on the daily gossip train! Emma didn't like the ideal; however as her hand rested on her crotch it made her feel fevered! Emma became chilled and thrilled as Rochelle began to moan out her pleasures, and then she became a little wet as Dave groaned also.

Emma gasped in a breath, and then she secretly slipped her hand under her underwear. It took seconds only, however soon her sensations began to settle as she felt a hot throb that came as her fingers entered her sex hole!

Emma leaned on the staircase rail as she panted out hot breath which came out easily as she pulsed her fingers inside of her sex hole at a steady rate. She no longer wanted to pee, she wanted to crouch, and crouch she did as she slipped her fingers in deeper and deeper as hot moans filled her ears. It made Emma feel good. Emma felt her levels of comfort grow with the blush that took hold of her body. Emma closed her eyes as she relished in the sensation. She fell into a daydream where floated a love-land of moans, and that blissful sensation that came over a person as they grew nice and warm from horny fever. Emma smiled to herself as she floated on the river of pleasure, and she fell into a trance where she heard the moans like a song.

After a moment a rough shove made Emma flip her eyes open, and get her mind away from her daydream! Emma looked ahead to become startled by the steaming face of Dave!

“What?” asked Emma as panic filled her blood.

“You spying?” asked Dave as he glared accusingly at Emma.

“I've got to go!” Rochelle gasped before she fled up the staircase.

“Now she's gone!” muttered Dave as he narrowed his eyes. “You happy?” he asked as he roughly snapped his fingers on Emma's face. “I said are you happy?” asked Dave as he snarled through a row of perfectly set teeth.

“I'm sorry; I didn't know;” muttered Emma as she slipped her fingers from under her skirt in order to be able to snatch Dave's wrist with her strong arm.

Dave wrinkled his nose as he smelled a strong odour. He scoffed as he glanced down and glared at the fingers which seemed a little moist. Dave leaned down, and swiftly he took in a breath in order to digest the scent of Emma's wet. Dave smiled as his lips blushed, and he snapped his stare up to Emma in order to accuse her.

“You had a fun time?” asked Dave as he narrowed his eyes. “You like to touch yourself as you watch?” he asked as the smell wafted through his nostrils in order to ignite some spark inside of his mind. “You filth!” scoffed Dave with a grin on his face. “You awful, awful, filth!” he muttered as he undid his pants, and then laid himself over Emma.'

Emma didn't have time to think! Before she knew it she had her legs pried apart so that Dave could fit himself comfortably over her. Emma gasped as she felt his wet log slip inside, and immediately she began to gush as hot fire rimmed her loins which her fingers had made all wet and greasy. Emma bit on her lip as Dave burrowed his loins deep inside of her tunnel. Then she exclaimed in outburst as he began to rock and ride her on the edge of a stair which stapled bruises to her butt as it banged heavily against the edge of the staircase.

Emma gasped as she grabbed his shoulders in a manoeuvre that was to get herself set on a higher leverage after she pushed herself up. However Dave moved himself up, and made Emma cower as she slipped down enough to have the step bang bruises onto her back! Emma weakly muttered as she made enough gurgle to get Dave's hot turned up a notch. Dave began to bang her out unmercifully as he tried his best to git rid of the fever in his brain and balls. After many moments of hot grunts he finally scratched an itch that made his loins catch on fire, and he blew.

Emma made a face as she bit her lip. She felt soggy wet fill her, and she grew embarrassed! All of her past boyfriends had pulled out before they had creamed. However Dave had creamed all over inside, and it made her feel careless.

Emma wiped the sweat off her face as Dave panted against her chest. She took a moment to catch her breath as Dave continued to find his. After a few minutes Emma casually ordered Dave to allow her to get up.

“I want to go home;” muttered Emma as she felt his hot log grow cold inside of her tunnel. “Get off, let me go home!” she muttered as she began to cringe.

“Yeah;” muttered Dave as he closed his eyes and began to sleep. “Just a minute;” he said as he began to let his warmth turn to cool with the sweat on his brow.

“Okay;” muttered Emma as she began to sulk as she laid there with a heavy boulder on top of her.

Soon Emma heard snoring, and she gasped! Dave had fallen asleep, and he was still on top of her! Emma tried to slap his head in order to get him to wake - however Dave was lost inside a dream no one could reach; and all Emma could do was suffer her fate of being stuck under a male who wasn't her boyfriend, and having his cold erection turn limp inside of her! Emma battled her anger for a moment, however after a moment she closed her eyes, and soon she too fell asleep!

When Emma woke it was with a torch shining onto her face as a figure with a grey-white complexion bent over her. Emma screamed, and her scream woke up Dave who glanced over his shoulder in order to see the picture of his father staring down at them both!

“Hello;” he cheered as he sluggishly peeled himself away from Emma, and then moved to stand up.

“Hi;” Emma muttered before she pulled her underwear back on, and then also stood up. “I think I am going to go;” muttered Emma as Dave rubbed at his head of hair, concerned that he might have nits.

Emma walked up the staircase, and out the door on legs that wobbled. Emma made it outside, and she bit at her nails as she moved to the curb to hail herself a cab. She didn't feel like walking, and soon a cab driver took notice and parked himself near the side of the road. Emma hopped inside of the mouth of the cab with guilty cream dribbling over her thighs. She crossed her legs as she sat in the back resting on her guilt. With a flushed face she told the driver where to take her, and soon she was being driven as the stench of hot sex filled up the back of the car where she sat.

The Military Rebel

The Military Rebel
Copyright all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Smashwords Edition

Andrew looked at the next soldier as he passed. He looked all stiff, as though there was a pole up his backside. He laughed a little, however then someone else grumbled and he quit giggling. Andrew looked to the wall until he could calm himself. He was so tired that he almost wanted to go to sleep. However he knew he would stay awake. The tiredness was only in his mind. His body was alert. He had taken a pill to keep himself up, and it worked like a charm.

“I love these little pills;” he thought as he glared at the wall paper and didn't see a single blur. “This is great;” he thought before he turned and saw a commander.

Andrew saluted. The commander nodded and walked on. Andrew felt his heart murmur. He had felt it to be a very commanding salute. However the commander had tossed it away. He narrowed his eyes as he glared at a spot. He didn't like to have a salute go to waste. However he would have to leave it.

Andrew looked to the desk and saw a slip of paper. He took it and folded it. He then stuffed it inside of his pocked. On its face had a range of crazy digits; he thought it looked important enough to take. Andrew walked outside. He then found a quiet spot in order to rip the paper to shreds. After a while he dug a hole, and then he stuffed the paper inside. Andrew stood up, and then he stomped on the hole until it looked like normal earth. He then gave a salute, snickered, and walked away. He felt a whole lot better.

Andrew spent the afternoon in detention. He had no idea how someone had seen him do what he did, but they had. The paper had been unearthed, the commanders had groaned, and then they had called him up for detention. He was to sit and whistle in a lone room as the other soldiers worked their bodies to the full. After a while it felt rather comforting. It was then that Andrew began to feel as though he had made himself a bed.

“What's wrong with detention?” he questioned as he began to fidget. “It's not so bad;” he said before he looked ahead and saw a pen on the table.

Andrew wanted to grab it. However he didn't want to. The commanders might have planted it there. They might have put a bomb inside of it, or they might be using it to bust him again. Andrew grew scared, however after a while he grew used to the pen. That was when he decided to pick it up.

Andrew got up and walked across the room to the pen. He picked it up, and then he pocketed it. After he had saluted to the wall he then moved back to where he had been sitting. It was then he began to fidget with the pen; he even found a patch of wall to draw on. He wrote his initials in fancy lettering. He didn't know why, but he felt as though it were the right thing to do. He whistled as he did it. A portion of his brain grew warm, and he found more comfort inside of the special realm where he was able to day dream. After a while he began to smile, and that was when he was able to place the pen onto the ground and kick it away.

“There;” Andrew smiled as he leaned back. “Now I've made a difference;” he said before he looked away.

Andrew saw a person walk inside of the room. He watched the person - it was a female and she looked all high and mighty. He guessed she was some kind of daughter to someone important. She looked at the pen, smiled, and she picked it up.

“I thought I had lost you;” she muttered before she pursed it.

Andrew watched as the female packed her belonging. Then he watched as she turned her head towards the door. He shuffled a little in order to make a sound. The female gasped and turned her head. She saw Andrew and dropped her jaw.

“Are you new here?” she asked.

“No;” said Andrew as he chuckled.

“You shouldn't be in here;” she muttered.

“I think I should;” told Andrew in a manner that made the female feel chilled.

“But this is not the cadets room;” told the female.

“Really?” muttered Andrew as he began to smile.

“That would mean you are...” the female stopped, and then she trembled; she had found a new figure to be her friend. “Do you want something to eat?” she asked as she looked Andrew up and down.

“Sure;” told Andrew as he smiled.

“Then come with me, we shall grab a bite while the barbecue is warm;” she sung as she smiled.

“Okay;” muttered Andrew before he stood and followed the female out of the room.

Andrew followed the female to the staff room. It was empty as they entered and he felt safe. He was wandering where they were going ever since she opened a special door with a special key. He had never been allowed in the private area before, and he found it rather exciting.

Andrew grew comfortable in a chair. He sat as he began to grow used to the place. He found a cigar near the chair and he bothered to put it inside of his mouth. It seemed like a good one, with a fancy gold leaf paper around its middle. He began to pretend to smoke, and as the female turned around with sandwiches she laughed.

“You want to light it?” she asked.

“No;” muttered Andrew before he took the cigar out of his mouth and pocketed it. “I'll have one of those;” he muttered.

“Yeah;” told the female before she sat down with the plate in hand.

Andrew took a sandwich and began to eat. The food was chilled and cold but good, and he gobbled a couple fast. The female giggled, and then she laughed. A few commanders came in however, and Andrew gulped down his second last bite.

“Hello there;” told one commander who knew Andrew was supposed to be in detention. “What's with the company?” he asked as he looked to the female who he knew to be Anne.

“I found him, isn't he nice?” she muttered as she smiled and chewed on a sandwich in a manner that made her feel nervous.

Suddenly Andrew didn't seem so important, and she almost wanted to run. Anne narrowed her eyes as the other commander gave Andrew a long stare. He knew he wasn't geared up in enough medals to be a real commander, and he saw Andrew crumble as he continued to become glared at. Andrew turned sullen, and he turned away before he threw away the last of his morsel.

“Eat up, and have a good time;” advised Anne before she petted Andrew on the shoulder.

Andrew smiled. His gut had the willies, and he didn't feel like cheering up. However he picked up the morsel and another sandwich and he began to chew. Anne smiled as she rubbed his shoulder. Then she turned her head in order to look at the other commanders as they leaned on the bench and shared a couple of drinks. They were chilled drinks, and Anne almost wanted to break open the liquor they stored in the cupboard. She had never felt so out of place.

“Thanks for the lunch;” told Anne as she showed Andrew to the door.

“Thanks for the admittance;” told Andrew in a shy tone.

Anne smiled as she looked to Andrew. She didn't know who he was, however she wanted to kiss him goodbye. She had been made a laughing stock. The more chiefs who walked inside, the more humid the area felt. She felt as though she were a fool. Her eyes were so wet she was sure they were more blue. She felt drab and weak inside as though she had just sold herself for a lay. She couldn't help but chuckle.

“I fell like I have fallen for you;” she muttered as she tossed her head to the side.

“Really?” asked Andrew.. “You really think?” he inquired.

“I want to kiss you goodbye;” she muttered as she felt her heart turn weak.

“Okay;” told Andrew before he gushed.

Andrew leaned forward in a manner that brought his face closer to Anne's. Anne smiled - her lips quivered but she couldn't do it. She couldn't kiss his face which she was expected to be a proud one. She pursed her lips and kissed his brow. It was a little warm, but that's where she wanted to put it. She then smiled and waved.

“Till another day perhaps;” she muttered as she moved to turn away.

Andrew gasped and moved up to her in a manner that made Anne gasp. It was then he moved to kiss her. He did it in a manner that made it easy. He was sure he didn't know much but he knew how to kiss. He was right. Anne smiled as she broke away, and then she grew weak. She moved back to kiss him a couple more times, but the grunt from a commander made her gasp and tear away. Andrew looked to the commander and saw a lot of medals. The commander gave him the stiff eye, and he walked past as Anne disappeared behind the door. Soon the door was closed and Andrew was no longer able to flirt.

“Oh well” Andrew muttered before he turned around in order to walk away. “What a great detention;” he said before he moved to walk out of the building.

Andrew spent two more days in another detention. The news had gotten around that he had sneaked out in order to play around in the staff room. Andrew had thus gained two stiff days of standing in a room. His feet ached, but he was not allowed to sit. Someone watched him this time, and he trembled inside of his bones as he waited for his chance to leave.

After two days he was given a new order. He was going to go to Germany where there was a snow storm and ice on the street. Andrew chuckled as he thought he wasn't equipped for such a move. However what he thought didn't matter. He was moved, and this time a throng of new people moved with him.

“Is this right?” asked Andrew as he looked around and saw people who looked as though they were heading for deaths door by birth-rite. “What the hell! I am in training, and all these look like real soldiers!” he sulked before he huddled into a corner and then began to shiver inside of his skin.

Andrew sulked through movements in Germany. One morning he found himself trying out a big gun, the next he was standing alone in the freezing snow until his bones turned crisp. The weather was bad. He didn't want to be there any longer. He even had to take a sip of brandy a few times a week in order to stop his bones from turning to ice. Andrew sulked and stormed. Eventually he found a way to break free from his duty in order to hop across to other places in Europe. However when he was retrieved he was put into detention. He was always hanging around after a while, and that was when he was given a new order. To sit until the boat rolled in. He was going to be taken home after being expelled.

Andrew couldn't believe his luck. He counted the hours as he sat. The days were longer and shorter at the same moment. Then one day he saw someone new. It was a bug eyed chief. He shook his hand and invited him to dinner. Andrew did so, and he began to eat. The bug eyed creature and his family looked hard as Andrew picked through his meal. After a while they left him with their kid. It was then Andrew began to grow bored.

“I can't wait! I am going home!” he muttered as he smiled.

“Where to?” asked the daughter named Hannah.

“Home, America;” told Andrew as he smiled.

“I like America;” told Hannah. “It is good;” she said.

“I know;” muttered Andrew before he looked away.

“It is good;” told Hannah before she smiled a big old smile.

Andrew looked to Hannah. He knew that kind of smile, and it was very pleasing to the eye. However then he looked her up and down, and he knew she seemed a little young to be smiling all mature. Andrew raised his brows as though he didn't notice, and then he lowered them as Hannah began to giggle a little. There was a little bit of wet in her tone, and it made Andrew almost want to hug her.

“So you want to do something?” asked Andrew as he glared as she began to blush inside of her eyes. “I don't mind what you want;” he said in a tone that was most sober.

Hannah glared at Andrew and then she shivered. He looked nice. He was nice and tall. He wasn't bug-eyed. She enjoyed his looks. However she didn't know what to say. She wanted to have sex with him, and she knew she was too young for it.

“I want to ask for something I am too young for;” she muttered before she shrugged and began to play with a comb.

“I don't mind;” told Andrew as he winked inside of his blood.

He already knew she had grown a flame for him. He didn't mind.

“You want me to undress?” he asked in a tone that was low and sleazy.

Hannah laughed and wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to see him unclothed. Like all men they looked like shaved cats, all weird and not so handsome. She didn't want to see too much of his skin. So she flicked her head from side to side.

“I don't like naked men;” she told him.

“Are you sure? Cause I have muscle;” told Andrew as he thought about the stomach muscles he had developed when swallowing a couple of pills with alcohol.

“Well you could show me your downstairs muscle;” told Hannah as she let her eyes grow wide from being so forward. “I know what to do with it;” she muttered as she tilted her head.

“You mean”...” muttered Andrew before he placed a hand on his crotch. “This kind of downstairs?” he asked.

“Yeah;” told the female as she smiled.

Andrew looked left and right. Then he narrowed his eyes. He took out his long-john, and then he watched as Hannah crawled up to him. He grasped the chair as she kneeled in front of him and began to suckle. He thought it was queer that she should want to sip on it like it were a straw, however after a while it felt okay. It wasn't until the door opened that there was any fuss. It was then he was escorted from the house, and put in a car that took him to the port at which his departing boat was due to arrive in a mere fifteen hours.

“Going home;” Andrew muttered as the icy wind whipped around him; “Going home;” he muttered as looked at the ice that floated on the face on the water. “As long as I don't freeze, I am going home;” he sung as his blood began to curdle.