If I could see another day,
I would want you to walk forth and not away;
If I could wake to have bliss,
It would be with a heart that is not in remiss;
If I could,
I would,
Unsure if I will;
IF I could,
Maybe,
Love would not be so still;
If I could,
I could break away;
If I could,
Life would be blue and not grey;
If I could I might not take the back door;
If I could I might not need to run any more;
If I could maybe there would be no hurt core;
If I could maybe then I would;
If I could,
I would,
Unsure if I will;
IF I could,
Maybe,
Love would not be so still;
If I could,
I could break away;
If I could,
Life would be blue and not grey;
Saturday, 11 October 2014
Saturday, 4 October 2014
Mary Is Forced Into Marriage
Mary is a young woman who is ripe for her age. She knows that she should marry soon - but every person she meets makes her heart cold and rigid; she cannot give herself to the men who offer her their hands, and so she sits on her luck as she promises her mother that she will chose a man soon. However in her heart she knows they are empty promises and she grows disheartened that she will turn into a woman on time.
"But this is not a competition - it is the natural evolution of life; you fall in love and you move on to the next stage;" tells her sister Anne inside of Mary's head, however Mary cannot believe it.
"I need a miracle!" gasps Mary as she looks to the stars. "Send me one please?" she asks.
Mary's brother Lachlan enters the room.
"Counting stars?" he asks.
"No just hoping;" tells Mary as she grows cold over her pleas. "What are you doing here?" she inquires.
"Came in to interrupt your study!" tells Lachlan before he offers Mary a gift that is a ring in a box.
Mary opens the box and smiles at a glass ring that is shaped like a diamond stone.
"What is this?" she asks.
"A message from Sir Edward Landslow;" tells Lachlan as he grins.
"Your awful friend?" gasps Mary as she throw spite towards Lachlan.
"He says he will marry you if you escort him to the ball on Saturday;" tells Lachlan as he grins.
"No way!" gasps Mary as a shudder runs down her spine. "I will not go!"
"But you must - it is your wedding day;" tells Lachlan as he grins. "Mother agreed;" she adds.
"But that is against my wishes!" tells Mary as she feels her blood grow cold.
"It is time to grow up;" tells Lachlan as he smiles a cold smile at Mary. "You must do as willed;"
"What an awful night!" cries Mary as she throws the ring onto the carpet. "You are awful, you all are!" she gasps.
"I will bring you a dress that you shall wear and be married in two days tomorrow;" tells Lachlan before he laughs and exists the room.
Mary cries for two nights and two days and she hardly eats - she doesn't want to marry Edward but as the day of her marriage grows near all around discusses his name as though he is a celebrity. Mary grows ill and by Saturday she is quite pale and cold in appearance - all wish she looked better, but all worries vanish as Edward enters the house in which the celebration is to take place.
Mary walks through her marriage with iron on her head and squid in her gut - by the end of the day she is exhausted and she goes to bed early; however Edwards meets Mary in her bed and he manages to coax a kiss or two from Mary whose mind is green from depression. Edward talks and Mary listens - but her mind is far away, and by the time Edward leaves Mary has tears on her face which she does not feel.
Mary looks to the window and sees the stars.
"Oh dear, I wish my heart would break I am so ill!" she mutters before she falls asleep.
In her dreams Mary meets a secret lover by a waterfall - he smiles at her and she grows a love that is surreal and returns her health. With her love inside of her chest her lover asks her to jump with him into the waterfall and she does with a trusting heart - they fall into water, and they fall deep; they both struggle for breath and then they escape down a hole which takes them to a hideaway Eden in which they shall live forever, never to return.
Edward walks into the bedroom with breakfast in hand - it is early morning and the sun shines light onto Mary's face. However Edward fast loses his smile as he sees the blue on Mary's lips and he pushes the breakfast to the side and he approaches Mary fast!
"Mary! Whatever is the matter?" asks Edward as he presses fingers against Mary's throat.
He does not feel a heartbeat and he grows sad that Mary has died during the night.
"That is a shame;" mutters Edward as he bows his head. "I shall be sad for a week;" he sniffs before he leaves the room and Mary.
"But this is not a competition - it is the natural evolution of life; you fall in love and you move on to the next stage;" tells her sister Anne inside of Mary's head, however Mary cannot believe it.
"I need a miracle!" gasps Mary as she looks to the stars. "Send me one please?" she asks.
Mary's brother Lachlan enters the room.
"Counting stars?" he asks.
"No just hoping;" tells Mary as she grows cold over her pleas. "What are you doing here?" she inquires.
"Came in to interrupt your study!" tells Lachlan before he offers Mary a gift that is a ring in a box.
Mary opens the box and smiles at a glass ring that is shaped like a diamond stone.
"What is this?" she asks.
"A message from Sir Edward Landslow;" tells Lachlan as he grins.
"Your awful friend?" gasps Mary as she throw spite towards Lachlan.
"He says he will marry you if you escort him to the ball on Saturday;" tells Lachlan as he grins.
"No way!" gasps Mary as a shudder runs down her spine. "I will not go!"
"But you must - it is your wedding day;" tells Lachlan as he grins. "Mother agreed;" she adds.
"But that is against my wishes!" tells Mary as she feels her blood grow cold.
"It is time to grow up;" tells Lachlan as he smiles a cold smile at Mary. "You must do as willed;"
"What an awful night!" cries Mary as she throws the ring onto the carpet. "You are awful, you all are!" she gasps.
"I will bring you a dress that you shall wear and be married in two days tomorrow;" tells Lachlan before he laughs and exists the room.
Mary cries for two nights and two days and she hardly eats - she doesn't want to marry Edward but as the day of her marriage grows near all around discusses his name as though he is a celebrity. Mary grows ill and by Saturday she is quite pale and cold in appearance - all wish she looked better, but all worries vanish as Edward enters the house in which the celebration is to take place.
Mary walks through her marriage with iron on her head and squid in her gut - by the end of the day she is exhausted and she goes to bed early; however Edwards meets Mary in her bed and he manages to coax a kiss or two from Mary whose mind is green from depression. Edward talks and Mary listens - but her mind is far away, and by the time Edward leaves Mary has tears on her face which she does not feel.
Mary looks to the window and sees the stars.
"Oh dear, I wish my heart would break I am so ill!" she mutters before she falls asleep.
In her dreams Mary meets a secret lover by a waterfall - he smiles at her and she grows a love that is surreal and returns her health. With her love inside of her chest her lover asks her to jump with him into the waterfall and she does with a trusting heart - they fall into water, and they fall deep; they both struggle for breath and then they escape down a hole which takes them to a hideaway Eden in which they shall live forever, never to return.
Edward walks into the bedroom with breakfast in hand - it is early morning and the sun shines light onto Mary's face. However Edward fast loses his smile as he sees the blue on Mary's lips and he pushes the breakfast to the side and he approaches Mary fast!
"Mary! Whatever is the matter?" asks Edward as he presses fingers against Mary's throat.
He does not feel a heartbeat and he grows sad that Mary has died during the night.
"That is a shame;" mutters Edward as he bows his head. "I shall be sad for a week;" he sniffs before he leaves the room and Mary.
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Awkward Interest
Jacob looks at his family and he knows that he hates them - they are skinny, awful looking, and he wants to blame them for being wrecks. Jacob lights a cigarette as his wife Anne scolds him.
"Don't smoke at the table;" she declares.
Jacob smokes and she hangs her head to sulk about it.
"What are you going to do to me?" asks Jacob as he raises his brows. "Have another kid?"
His three kids Marge, Patricia, and Lachlan, gasp in unison.
"Are you going to have another child?" they question Anne who narrows her eyes as she sips on her wine.
No likely;" declares Anne who shakes her head. "I don't want any more kids;" she tells the table while glaring at Jacob who scowls before he stands.
"Ill smoke outside then;" he tells the table before he leaves.
Outside there is very little traffic and Jacob feels at home. He likes the quiet - it is peacful, restive, in subdue to his thoughts; he can feel good without even having to ask for it and it makes his sour temper retract.
"I like the night;" he mutters before a light flicks on the bedroom next to the front door. "Kids are no longer at the table;" he mutters before he re-enters the house to take another look at Anne.
In the kitchen Anne is at the sink slumbering inside of her head. She wants to cry - however her mood has not yet lapsed, and so she sniffs a vacant sniff as though there should be tears but there are none.
"So you want to sleep with me?" asks Jacob as he stares at Anne's stiff shoulders.
"No I do not!" tells Anne as she grows more rigid. "Leave me alone to wash the dishes;" she tells.
"Okay;" mutters Jacob before he scowls. "Want to go on a date after? I know this place..." he drawls.
"No I do not!" tells Anne as though tempered. "Leave me alone to think;" she tells.
"Okay;" mutters Jake as he shrugs. "I may as well go and see what the kids are doing;" he adds.
"Homework;" tells Anne as Jacob leaves.
Jacob walks up the hall and checks on Patricia and Lachlan who sit at their study-desk drawing. Jacob enters the room and looks at the drawings - they are awful scrawls which say nothing about talent and everything about procrastination. Jacob scowls as he feels his blood bubble.
"You two can do better then that!" he tells before he picks up a book and places it in-between them. "Here, copy this;"
The two nod and look at the picture of a gorilla. Lachlan picks up some coloured pencils and begins to shade while Patricia tears a portion of paper out from a book to place onto the picture.
"You can shade after you sketch that outline;" tells Jacob. "I'll be back later to check on who has more talent;" he adds.
Jacob leaves the room and walks down the way he has come. He meets Marge's room and he begins to grow itches. She has grown up in the past few months and her figure is more mature - he wants to do something to her to let her know he notices but he doesn't want to be too dirty about it.
Jacob enters the room and he sees Marge at her table reading a book. Marge looks to Jacob and she smiles - he can see she is nervous and he knows it is because he is a man and not a woman. She has grown stiff over being a young woman and has called him a germ with a disease and moved to scrape him away at glance. Jacob wants to feud with Marge, however he doesn't want her to know and so he calmly locks the door before he stands to glare at Marge.
"How's it going?" he asks as one who already wants to hunt.
"Fine;" tells Marge as she glares at him for a long time. "How are you?" he asks.
"Fine;" tells Jacob as he stands still. "I had my cigarette;" he adds.
"I noticed;" tells Marge as she raies her brows. "Can I have one?" she asks.
"You?" asks Jacob as he raies his brows. "You can't buy them don't ask for them;" he tells.
"Okay;" mutters Marge as she shrugs. "Why are you here?" she questions.
"To see you;" tells Jacob as he glares at Marge.
Marge smiles and runs a finger through her hair - she looks nice, however the finger makes her hair messy and a strand falls onto her face.
"You look like a tramp;" drawls Jacob as he glares. "How about we have some fun?" he asks.
Marge drops her smile and she clears her throat - she doesn't know what to say, only she knows what she doesn't want to say which is 'okay'. Marge fingers her book and closes it as Jacob continues to scowl at her image - she wants the attention to go away however it hovers and she feels foolish.
"I have a boyfriend;" she mutters as she feels her face blush.
"I didn't know that;" tells Jacob as he glares at Marge. "I don't want to know it right now - let's just be alone;" he tells.
Marge shifts in her chair and she stares at Jacob once again. Her energy has been made flustered and she feels as though she has been shaken.
"What do you want?" she asks as she glares at Jacob who seems to be a quiet enemy.
"I want to see you;" tells Jacob as he smiles and picks his mobile phone out of his pocket. "I want to see you take off your clothes so I know what you are;" he tells as he presses record on the video function.
Marge shrugs as she clears her throat. She immediately knows that Jacob is being naughty, however she wants to adventure his naughty side and so she carefully picks her clothes apart portion by portion until they lay on the floor. Jacob films Marge's physical body as his blood spurts with energy - sweat falls down his spine and he enjoys the sensation.
"Can you do carpet splits?" asks Jacob as he glares at Marge.
"Of course! I am a cheer leader!" tells Marge before she moves to the middle of the room to do a split.
Marge feels a string in her thigh pop as she performs the splits, however she ignores the pain and she smiles as she looks at Jacob from the carpet. Marge feels her nerves tighten as she glares at Jacob and his straight stare - he stands smiling, and she wishes she had the nerve to offer herself to him. She has never had so much attention heaped onto her and she enjoys it; the idea of inscest springs into her mind and she wonders if she would like to do it, sleep with him?
"I wouldn't mind another me;" she thinks as she lays herseld down onto the carpet. "I just wish I wasn't a virgin;" she adds before she touches her breasts to try and gain Jacob's full attention.
"You are one of a kind;" mutters Jacob as he smiles and moves to the side to pick up a ruler. "But you are being naughty with those fingers;" he adds before he heads to Marge and leans over her. "Keep it up I'll give you a spanking;" he whispers in threat.
"I'm sorry;" tells Marge as she shrinks inside of her skin. "I thought you wanted a lay, I was trying to be sexy;" she adds as she feels crawls on every goosebump.
"I was just checking your body for anything abnormal;" mutters Jacob before he turns off the camera. "Now that I know I will leave you;" he mutters before he turns and leaves the room.
Jacob feels his body sweat under his skin as his heart pumps hard inside of its cage. Anne looks at Jacob and sees he is about to have some kind of fit so she walks past him in a hurry to tend to the laundry. Jacob waves to Anne inside of his mind as his blood pops and sputters - he knows he wants to storm back into that room and lay Marge, however he knows he won't. So Jacob moves to the television room to watch television until he is asleep - when he wakes it is one am and it is time to move to the bedroom for a decent nights sleep.
Jacob walks down the hall and he stops at Marge's door. He opens the door and turns on the light - she is asleep and tucked safely under a blanket. Jacob shrugs and moves towards Marge as she sleeps and he lets down the blanket carefully.
"What's this?" he asks as he sees a white night-dress.
Jacob pokes at the dress and Marge wakes up from her sleep. Marge smiles at Jacob as he looks to her and she mutters a quiet sound as he bothers to rub her breasts which are safely tucked under the bed-dress.
"What do you want?" asks Marge as she feels the tender squeezes.
"I don't know;" mutters Jacob as he feels his gut turn sour over the idea of giving her a lay. "Maybe just a kiss goodnight;" he adds before he leans over and offers her brow a kiss.
Marge blushes as Jacob's lips stay on her brow for a time longer then normal - she wants to open her legs and let him inside, but she doesn't move; only Jacob moves as he backs away to leave.
Outside the door Jacob feels hot once again and he moves to his own bedroom. With heat on his brow he gives Anne a hot lay as she remains asleep - she doesn't know it but he has enough squirt to fill her, and so he does fill her until he feels drained.
"That's it, I am going to sleep;" tells Jacob as he sighs. "Tomorrow I will wake up clean;" he promises before he goes to sleep.
"Don't smoke at the table;" she declares.
Jacob smokes and she hangs her head to sulk about it.
"What are you going to do to me?" asks Jacob as he raises his brows. "Have another kid?"
His three kids Marge, Patricia, and Lachlan, gasp in unison.
"Are you going to have another child?" they question Anne who narrows her eyes as she sips on her wine.
No likely;" declares Anne who shakes her head. "I don't want any more kids;" she tells the table while glaring at Jacob who scowls before he stands.
"Ill smoke outside then;" he tells the table before he leaves.
Outside there is very little traffic and Jacob feels at home. He likes the quiet - it is peacful, restive, in subdue to his thoughts; he can feel good without even having to ask for it and it makes his sour temper retract.
"I like the night;" he mutters before a light flicks on the bedroom next to the front door. "Kids are no longer at the table;" he mutters before he re-enters the house to take another look at Anne.
In the kitchen Anne is at the sink slumbering inside of her head. She wants to cry - however her mood has not yet lapsed, and so she sniffs a vacant sniff as though there should be tears but there are none.
"So you want to sleep with me?" asks Jacob as he stares at Anne's stiff shoulders.
"No I do not!" tells Anne as she grows more rigid. "Leave me alone to wash the dishes;" she tells.
"Okay;" mutters Jacob before he scowls. "Want to go on a date after? I know this place..." he drawls.
"No I do not!" tells Anne as though tempered. "Leave me alone to think;" she tells.
"Okay;" mutters Jake as he shrugs. "I may as well go and see what the kids are doing;" he adds.
"Homework;" tells Anne as Jacob leaves.
Jacob walks up the hall and checks on Patricia and Lachlan who sit at their study-desk drawing. Jacob enters the room and looks at the drawings - they are awful scrawls which say nothing about talent and everything about procrastination. Jacob scowls as he feels his blood bubble.
"You two can do better then that!" he tells before he picks up a book and places it in-between them. "Here, copy this;"
The two nod and look at the picture of a gorilla. Lachlan picks up some coloured pencils and begins to shade while Patricia tears a portion of paper out from a book to place onto the picture.
"You can shade after you sketch that outline;" tells Jacob. "I'll be back later to check on who has more talent;" he adds.
Jacob leaves the room and walks down the way he has come. He meets Marge's room and he begins to grow itches. She has grown up in the past few months and her figure is more mature - he wants to do something to her to let her know he notices but he doesn't want to be too dirty about it.
Jacob enters the room and he sees Marge at her table reading a book. Marge looks to Jacob and she smiles - he can see she is nervous and he knows it is because he is a man and not a woman. She has grown stiff over being a young woman and has called him a germ with a disease and moved to scrape him away at glance. Jacob wants to feud with Marge, however he doesn't want her to know and so he calmly locks the door before he stands to glare at Marge.
"How's it going?" he asks as one who already wants to hunt.
"Fine;" tells Marge as she glares at him for a long time. "How are you?" he asks.
"Fine;" tells Jacob as he stands still. "I had my cigarette;" he adds.
"I noticed;" tells Marge as she raies her brows. "Can I have one?" she asks.
"You?" asks Jacob as he raies his brows. "You can't buy them don't ask for them;" he tells.
"Okay;" mutters Marge as she shrugs. "Why are you here?" she questions.
"To see you;" tells Jacob as he glares at Marge.
Marge smiles and runs a finger through her hair - she looks nice, however the finger makes her hair messy and a strand falls onto her face.
"You look like a tramp;" drawls Jacob as he glares. "How about we have some fun?" he asks.
Marge drops her smile and she clears her throat - she doesn't know what to say, only she knows what she doesn't want to say which is 'okay'. Marge fingers her book and closes it as Jacob continues to scowl at her image - she wants the attention to go away however it hovers and she feels foolish.
"I have a boyfriend;" she mutters as she feels her face blush.
"I didn't know that;" tells Jacob as he glares at Marge. "I don't want to know it right now - let's just be alone;" he tells.
Marge shifts in her chair and she stares at Jacob once again. Her energy has been made flustered and she feels as though she has been shaken.
"What do you want?" she asks as she glares at Jacob who seems to be a quiet enemy.
"I want to see you;" tells Jacob as he smiles and picks his mobile phone out of his pocket. "I want to see you take off your clothes so I know what you are;" he tells as he presses record on the video function.
Marge shrugs as she clears her throat. She immediately knows that Jacob is being naughty, however she wants to adventure his naughty side and so she carefully picks her clothes apart portion by portion until they lay on the floor. Jacob films Marge's physical body as his blood spurts with energy - sweat falls down his spine and he enjoys the sensation.
"Can you do carpet splits?" asks Jacob as he glares at Marge.
"Of course! I am a cheer leader!" tells Marge before she moves to the middle of the room to do a split.
Marge feels a string in her thigh pop as she performs the splits, however she ignores the pain and she smiles as she looks at Jacob from the carpet. Marge feels her nerves tighten as she glares at Jacob and his straight stare - he stands smiling, and she wishes she had the nerve to offer herself to him. She has never had so much attention heaped onto her and she enjoys it; the idea of inscest springs into her mind and she wonders if she would like to do it, sleep with him?
"I wouldn't mind another me;" she thinks as she lays herseld down onto the carpet. "I just wish I wasn't a virgin;" she adds before she touches her breasts to try and gain Jacob's full attention.
"You are one of a kind;" mutters Jacob as he smiles and moves to the side to pick up a ruler. "But you are being naughty with those fingers;" he adds before he heads to Marge and leans over her. "Keep it up I'll give you a spanking;" he whispers in threat.
"I'm sorry;" tells Marge as she shrinks inside of her skin. "I thought you wanted a lay, I was trying to be sexy;" she adds as she feels crawls on every goosebump.
"I was just checking your body for anything abnormal;" mutters Jacob before he turns off the camera. "Now that I know I will leave you;" he mutters before he turns and leaves the room.
Jacob feels his body sweat under his skin as his heart pumps hard inside of its cage. Anne looks at Jacob and sees he is about to have some kind of fit so she walks past him in a hurry to tend to the laundry. Jacob waves to Anne inside of his mind as his blood pops and sputters - he knows he wants to storm back into that room and lay Marge, however he knows he won't. So Jacob moves to the television room to watch television until he is asleep - when he wakes it is one am and it is time to move to the bedroom for a decent nights sleep.
Jacob walks down the hall and he stops at Marge's door. He opens the door and turns on the light - she is asleep and tucked safely under a blanket. Jacob shrugs and moves towards Marge as she sleeps and he lets down the blanket carefully.
"What's this?" he asks as he sees a white night-dress.
Jacob pokes at the dress and Marge wakes up from her sleep. Marge smiles at Jacob as he looks to her and she mutters a quiet sound as he bothers to rub her breasts which are safely tucked under the bed-dress.
"What do you want?" asks Marge as she feels the tender squeezes.
"I don't know;" mutters Jacob as he feels his gut turn sour over the idea of giving her a lay. "Maybe just a kiss goodnight;" he adds before he leans over and offers her brow a kiss.
Marge blushes as Jacob's lips stay on her brow for a time longer then normal - she wants to open her legs and let him inside, but she doesn't move; only Jacob moves as he backs away to leave.
Outside the door Jacob feels hot once again and he moves to his own bedroom. With heat on his brow he gives Anne a hot lay as she remains asleep - she doesn't know it but he has enough squirt to fill her, and so he does fill her until he feels drained.
"That's it, I am going to sleep;" tells Jacob as he sighs. "Tomorrow I will wake up clean;" he promises before he goes to sleep.
Saturday, 2 August 2014
Midday At The Pool
Ashley decides that she wants to go for a swim - the weather is warm, the wind is sweet, and all she wants to do is dive into water! Of course she is not directing herself to go to the beach which is located across the street, she wants to go to the pool.
"I don't like beaches they are too dirty!" she mutters as she picks up her bag. "I am going to the pool!" she exclaims.
Ashley walks several blocks to get to the pool. At the pool there are few people there except for the water guard who sits chewing on gum as he sails a casual eye over the activities in the water. Ashley takes off her clothes and reveals a fit body in a blue bikini. She feels a little stiff at the shoulders as the water guard turns his head her way, however she fast dips into the water and soon she is wading inside the pool.
"This is declicious!" she exclaims inside of her mind as she kicks her feet to be able to tread water. "I enjoy this so much!" she mutters before she takes a dive under the water to enjoy its cool pleasure.
Ashley spends many moments in the deep water - there are coins on the bottom of the pool and she bothers to collected a couple of dollar coins before she resurfaces. By the edge of the pool the water guard looks over Ashley as she gasps and giggles both at the same time.
"Excuse me Miss!" tells the water guard.
Ashley turns her head to look at the fellow who appears to be a teen of nineteen or so.
"What?" she asks.
"You were under the water for several minutes, do you mind keep above the water?" he asks.
"I was just dipping!" tells Ashley as she feel a breath of self-consciousness.
"Don't dip, swim;" tells the water guard before he winks and moves back to his station.
Ashley sulks.
"What use is the water without the dip?" she asks before she bothers to swim to the side of the pool to nestle herself in a corner as another fellow dives into the water. "Now I will have to sit here;" she mutters.
Ashley sits and sulks as she watches a few people swim and clear the pool. She enjoys bathing in the water - it is nice, she likes the smell, and when water rises to wave under her chin she even takes in a sip to enjoy the taste. Sure she knows that pools are supposed to be grotty, but the water with all its chlorine tastes very clean.
"I wish I had something to do;" she mutters as she sighs. "After a while it gets boring here;"
The lights suddenly turn down low and Ashley feels her spine tingle as she notices the decrease in light. She looks at the clock and sees that it is close to midday - Ashley doesn't know what is going on, but the water guard strips off his shirt to dive into the water.
Ashley looks at the water guard as he swims a lap - he is a good swimmer but swimming does not impress her at all. She yawns as he gets closer to the side of the pool where she sits wading. Ashley expects the water guard to do a turn and swim back the way he has come, however he glides to the side and moves towards her.
Ashley gulps down a dry swallow as the water guard stops a breath away from her.
"Is the electricity out or something?" asks Ashley as she feels tingles on her skin.
"It's lunch time;" tells the water guard as he smiles a charming smile that is all wax and polish. "No custumers come in at lunch and no customers leave;"
Ashley feels a tingle light up inside of her brain once again and she suddenly feels as though she has swallowed a mouthful of fog. Ashley clears her throat as she looks at the water guard - he is so turned on by something, his eyes are as bright as a shiny sticker.
"Do you wear contacts?" asks Ashley as she glares.
"Not likely;" tells the water guard before he moves forward that extra bit to close the gap between their bodies.
"Hey what's this fresh move?" asks Ashley as she places a hand against the water guards chest.
"It's fresh for you;" tells the water guard before he clutches her backside to give it a fondle and a squeeze.
"You should back off!" tells Ashley before she gives him a bit of a shove.
However the shove does not do anything but make the water splash against their shoulders.
"It's fun time;" whispers the water guard before he drags her swimmer bottoms off her hips.
Ashley shrieks as her nakedness becomes exposed - she wants to get away, however in seconds the water guard has her trapped and he is pushing his foul sport up her thighs and inside of her. Ashley wants to fight all she can, but in the end all she does is give in as the water guard claims her as his midday game.
Ashley walks home feeling drained and sore - she has been at the pool to go for a swim and been treated to the midday specialty; she wants to go home and sleep it off as her thighs continue to shake. She feels weak and tired and she can't wait to get back home.
"I don't like beaches they are too dirty!" she mutters as she picks up her bag. "I am going to the pool!" she exclaims.
Ashley walks several blocks to get to the pool. At the pool there are few people there except for the water guard who sits chewing on gum as he sails a casual eye over the activities in the water. Ashley takes off her clothes and reveals a fit body in a blue bikini. She feels a little stiff at the shoulders as the water guard turns his head her way, however she fast dips into the water and soon she is wading inside the pool.
"This is declicious!" she exclaims inside of her mind as she kicks her feet to be able to tread water. "I enjoy this so much!" she mutters before she takes a dive under the water to enjoy its cool pleasure.
Ashley spends many moments in the deep water - there are coins on the bottom of the pool and she bothers to collected a couple of dollar coins before she resurfaces. By the edge of the pool the water guard looks over Ashley as she gasps and giggles both at the same time.
"Excuse me Miss!" tells the water guard.
Ashley turns her head to look at the fellow who appears to be a teen of nineteen or so.
"What?" she asks.
"You were under the water for several minutes, do you mind keep above the water?" he asks.
"I was just dipping!" tells Ashley as she feel a breath of self-consciousness.
"Don't dip, swim;" tells the water guard before he winks and moves back to his station.
Ashley sulks.
"What use is the water without the dip?" she asks before she bothers to swim to the side of the pool to nestle herself in a corner as another fellow dives into the water. "Now I will have to sit here;" she mutters.
Ashley sits and sulks as she watches a few people swim and clear the pool. She enjoys bathing in the water - it is nice, she likes the smell, and when water rises to wave under her chin she even takes in a sip to enjoy the taste. Sure she knows that pools are supposed to be grotty, but the water with all its chlorine tastes very clean.
"I wish I had something to do;" she mutters as she sighs. "After a while it gets boring here;"
The lights suddenly turn down low and Ashley feels her spine tingle as she notices the decrease in light. She looks at the clock and sees that it is close to midday - Ashley doesn't know what is going on, but the water guard strips off his shirt to dive into the water.
Ashley looks at the water guard as he swims a lap - he is a good swimmer but swimming does not impress her at all. She yawns as he gets closer to the side of the pool where she sits wading. Ashley expects the water guard to do a turn and swim back the way he has come, however he glides to the side and moves towards her.
Ashley gulps down a dry swallow as the water guard stops a breath away from her.
"Is the electricity out or something?" asks Ashley as she feels tingles on her skin.
"It's lunch time;" tells the water guard as he smiles a charming smile that is all wax and polish. "No custumers come in at lunch and no customers leave;"
Ashley feels a tingle light up inside of her brain once again and she suddenly feels as though she has swallowed a mouthful of fog. Ashley clears her throat as she looks at the water guard - he is so turned on by something, his eyes are as bright as a shiny sticker.
"Do you wear contacts?" asks Ashley as she glares.
"Not likely;" tells the water guard before he moves forward that extra bit to close the gap between their bodies.
"Hey what's this fresh move?" asks Ashley as she places a hand against the water guards chest.
"It's fresh for you;" tells the water guard before he clutches her backside to give it a fondle and a squeeze.
"You should back off!" tells Ashley before she gives him a bit of a shove.
However the shove does not do anything but make the water splash against their shoulders.
"It's fun time;" whispers the water guard before he drags her swimmer bottoms off her hips.
Ashley shrieks as her nakedness becomes exposed - she wants to get away, however in seconds the water guard has her trapped and he is pushing his foul sport up her thighs and inside of her. Ashley wants to fight all she can, but in the end all she does is give in as the water guard claims her as his midday game.
Ashley walks home feeling drained and sore - she has been at the pool to go for a swim and been treated to the midday specialty; she wants to go home and sleep it off as her thighs continue to shake. She feels weak and tired and she can't wait to get back home.
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Taylor Wants It To Rain
This is a short story about a Hanson concert.
Taylor looks at the crowd as he feels the drugs inside of his chest offer him a smooth sensation that leaves his body numb. He wonders why there are so many people when the spray containers that hold the mist have some corrosive element that will make their skins burn and red rashes form. He feels a cheat, however the last time he performed he was cheated of an encore and so he decided to tell the crowd that he will never love them - the only issue is he will never hate them because they come to hear him sing.
"I don't like singing!" mutters Taylor as he looks at the piano and knows that he needs to play.
The other band members look to him and he ignores their stares as they form holes on his back. It is as though their eyes are lazer, but he knows that his skin is diseased. He has no muscle, only meat, and that is because he has AIDS.
"Soon everyone will have AIDS and be like me - a tortured being!" mutters Taylor to himself as he places his fingers on the piano keys.
Taylor wants to start playing but inside of his mind he knows that he will not actually play. Band member Zach tries a cord or two on his guitar which sits behind his stack of drums to that he can play a tune on it when he needs to. Taylor looks to Zach and narrows his eyes - he knows that he is waiting to show off his vocals and he knows that he will be loud when he does!
"What are you doing?" mutters Taylor in a daydream as other band member Isaac strums his guitar to make Taylor want to start. "What do you want?" he mutters as he feels his heart beat fast.
Inside of Taylor's mind there is a memory - he is a kid being beaten up because the people around him want him to sing. Knuckles swing right, left, center - he is thrown punch by punch until a rack of rings scratch his skin right down the chest leaving him cut and bleeding.
"Are you my parents?" he asks to the nonsense people who are stoned. "Do you want to come home with me?"
He gets hit in return and then he gets dragged onto an empty stage and told to sing. As Taylor sings a bullet strikes his head and he falls down as blood rains all around him. There is a criminal in the theater and they wanted him dead, needs him dead, so that he can't sing!
Taylor blinks his eyes and he looks at the theater once again - he wants to leave, but a larger portion of him wants to stay. Taylor clears his tone and mutters the name of a song - however his two band members shout that he can't sing the song, and so he chooses another one.
"Sunshine of my Heart!" tells Taylor as he reaches for some water. "Sing it raw!"
The crowd starts to sing as Taylor drinks water - he knows he doesn't need to try and so he sits as the crowd raise their voices. Taylor feels good that he does not need to play and his band members narrow their eyes as their feet ache to leave the stage. Taylor bothers to press a key on the piano but it doesn't do anything but serve as backup to the vocals that are streaming in from the crowd.
"When is it going to rain?" asks Taylor to Zach who narrows his eyes and then leaves.
Isaac follows so that he can grab himself a drink but Taylor stays.
Taylor's manager comes out from the wings and asks Taylor what is the issue? Taylor tells him that he wants it to rain, and the manager shrugs.
"It's supposed to be for later!" he declares.
"I want it to rain now!" tells Taylor as he blinks sweat that has dribbles down his face.
His body feels cool but his skin is hot and clammy. Taylor wipes his face and mutters to himself as the manager backs off and races to press a button at the back. Water falls from the ceiling - sprinkles of acid that wet the crowd all around. Taylor smiles as he watches the crowd scream and grow excited but their screams turn into shrieks as burning is felt on their fleshy faces. Taylor leaves as his mind grows excited - the crowd is going to get burnt and he is going to have a good night sleep!
Taylor looks at the crowd as he feels the drugs inside of his chest offer him a smooth sensation that leaves his body numb. He wonders why there are so many people when the spray containers that hold the mist have some corrosive element that will make their skins burn and red rashes form. He feels a cheat, however the last time he performed he was cheated of an encore and so he decided to tell the crowd that he will never love them - the only issue is he will never hate them because they come to hear him sing.
"I don't like singing!" mutters Taylor as he looks at the piano and knows that he needs to play.
The other band members look to him and he ignores their stares as they form holes on his back. It is as though their eyes are lazer, but he knows that his skin is diseased. He has no muscle, only meat, and that is because he has AIDS.
"Soon everyone will have AIDS and be like me - a tortured being!" mutters Taylor to himself as he places his fingers on the piano keys.
Taylor wants to start playing but inside of his mind he knows that he will not actually play. Band member Zach tries a cord or two on his guitar which sits behind his stack of drums to that he can play a tune on it when he needs to. Taylor looks to Zach and narrows his eyes - he knows that he is waiting to show off his vocals and he knows that he will be loud when he does!
"What are you doing?" mutters Taylor in a daydream as other band member Isaac strums his guitar to make Taylor want to start. "What do you want?" he mutters as he feels his heart beat fast.
Inside of Taylor's mind there is a memory - he is a kid being beaten up because the people around him want him to sing. Knuckles swing right, left, center - he is thrown punch by punch until a rack of rings scratch his skin right down the chest leaving him cut and bleeding.
"Are you my parents?" he asks to the nonsense people who are stoned. "Do you want to come home with me?"
He gets hit in return and then he gets dragged onto an empty stage and told to sing. As Taylor sings a bullet strikes his head and he falls down as blood rains all around him. There is a criminal in the theater and they wanted him dead, needs him dead, so that he can't sing!
Taylor blinks his eyes and he looks at the theater once again - he wants to leave, but a larger portion of him wants to stay. Taylor clears his tone and mutters the name of a song - however his two band members shout that he can't sing the song, and so he chooses another one.
"Sunshine of my Heart!" tells Taylor as he reaches for some water. "Sing it raw!"
The crowd starts to sing as Taylor drinks water - he knows he doesn't need to try and so he sits as the crowd raise their voices. Taylor feels good that he does not need to play and his band members narrow their eyes as their feet ache to leave the stage. Taylor bothers to press a key on the piano but it doesn't do anything but serve as backup to the vocals that are streaming in from the crowd.
"When is it going to rain?" asks Taylor to Zach who narrows his eyes and then leaves.
Isaac follows so that he can grab himself a drink but Taylor stays.
Taylor's manager comes out from the wings and asks Taylor what is the issue? Taylor tells him that he wants it to rain, and the manager shrugs.
"It's supposed to be for later!" he declares.
"I want it to rain now!" tells Taylor as he blinks sweat that has dribbles down his face.
His body feels cool but his skin is hot and clammy. Taylor wipes his face and mutters to himself as the manager backs off and races to press a button at the back. Water falls from the ceiling - sprinkles of acid that wet the crowd all around. Taylor smiles as he watches the crowd scream and grow excited but their screams turn into shrieks as burning is felt on their fleshy faces. Taylor leaves as his mind grows excited - the crowd is going to get burnt and he is going to have a good night sleep!
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
The Gift Of Perfume
Robert looks at Pearl as she walks through the school. He wants to know more about her, but he lets her pass his shoulder. The scent of her perfume drifts under his nose - he likes it, but he knows it is too sweet for his most common tastes.
"Get some new perfume Pearl!" he shouts as he turns around.
Pearl looks behind and sees Robert. She shrugs.
"I like this one;" she says.
"Then let me buy you the perfume;" tells Robert as he glares at her and feels his heart pump that little bit extra to tell him that he has her on a different plank then any other person in the school.
"Why would you do that?' asks Pearl as she looks at him with her feet glued to the tiles under her.
"Because I want to;" tells Robert as the bell for end of school chimes over his head a third time .
"Why would you want to?" asks Pearl as she shrugs.
"Because I want you to wear nice perfume;" tells Robert as he shrugs also. "Will you wear it if I buy it for you?"
"I don't know;" mutters Pearl as she fidgets. "I don't know you;" she adds as she pulls a face.
"I know you and you need new perfume;" tells Roger as he grins.
"No, I like my own;" mutters Pearl as she turns and walks away.
Robert smooths a hand over his hair and looks away from Pearl for a second - he hears giggles and he knows that he has been watched! Robert moves his shoes out of the school and towards his car. Inside of his car he scolds himself.
"What does Pearl think she is refusing?" he asks as he feels a grumble inside of his chest. "I'll just buy her the perfume and then she can wear it!" he scolds as he starts the car.
However at the store Robert can't find the exact perfume he is looking for, and so he buys three and an empty bottle and he spends all night mixing the perfumes for the right concoction to be able to woo Pearl to his tastes.
The following day Robert finds Pearl amongst the throng of peoples and he stops her in her shoes.
"I brought you something;" tells Robert as he smiles.
Pearl sees the perfume bottle and takes it as Robert holds it out to her.
"Try it on why don't you?" he asks.
Pearl shrugs, opens the bottle, and pours a small amount onto her wrists. She rubs it over her neckline and she smiles.
"It's nice!" she cheers.
Robert feels good! He walks away from Pearl feeling tingles all over - however when he later finds Pearl again he sees she has developed a mean rash on her skin.
"Hi Pearl, what's with the rash?" asks Robert as he glares.
"It's from the perfume, the mix must be too strong for my skin!" gasps Pearl as she grows embarrassed. "I'll have to go to a doctor after school!" she mutters as she feels heat tingle all over her brow. "I don't want to talk about it!" she adds.
"I can drive you to the doctor after school;" tells Robert as he sees Pearl in fret. "Or I can drive you now?"
"After school!" gasps Pearl as she feels her skin shiver.
"Okay;" tells Robert before he lets Pearl move away.
After school Pearl has a rash spread all the way to her shoulders. She wants to scratch it, however she holds her fingers back even though the tingles spread all over every nail until they feel longer!
"Let's go!" tells Robert before he takes Pearl's hand.
Pearl nods, allows herself to be led to the car in the car park, and then she seats herself on the leather-lined chair.
"These are gross covers!" she tells Roger as she fingers the leather cover.
"They keep you warm during the winter!" cheers Roger before he drives away.
Within twenty minutes Roger is waiting at the doctors office with guilt on his head. He wonders how he could have been so stupid as to give Pearl something which would ruin her skin? However Pearl is in a good mood as she leaves the office and she even smiles to Rodger after she has paid for the visit.
"I have a perscription;" she tells Roger who smiles back as though he is guilt free.
"That's great!" he cheers, however inside of his mind he tells himself he is nothing but a fool. "Want to grab a drink?" he asks.
"I think I had better pick up the prescription!" cheers Pearl before she leaves the room and building.
A block away Pearl picks up the prescription and she quickly dabs the lotion on her skin. She sighs - however in truth the rash does not go away only it seems to grow more red!
"Looks better!" lies Roger as he glares at the rash that seems to swell until it has protruded two millimeters from the skin.
"I hope it does!" gasps Pearl as she grows nervous over the itch that increases as the seconds turn into minutes. "Can you drive me home? I am getting tired!" she asks as a frown becomes more evident on her brow.
"Oh yes!" tells Roger as she smiles. "Let us go into the car!" he adds.
Pearl fidgets all the way to the car and when inside she begins to fret as tears well inside of her eyes. Pearl wishes she had never tried the perfume on and she begins to grow moody as she glares at Roger with his flawless skin glowing in ultimate health.
As the car drives Pearl can take it no longer! She takes out the perfume from her pocket, removes the lid, and she pours it over Rogers face and neck!
"Are you mad?" asks Roger as the car veers to the right.
"I hate you!" gasps Pearl before she turns the rearview mirror so that she can see herself in the reflection.
Pearl screams as Roger struggles to regain control of the car. He flips his head around his shoulder a dozen times and then he sees an ally in which to turn the car into! Roger parks and then he wipes his skin - to Pearl's frustration Rogers skin does not react.
"Are you mad?" asks Roger as he grows heat on his brow.
"Yes at you!" gasps Pearl before she looks at her skin in the mirror again and starts to blubber.
"Don't be like that!" gasps Roger as he tries to give Pearls shoulder a rub.
"Get your hands away from me!" screams Pearl as she grows too hot to handle. "My skin is ruined! It is because of you that it is ruined! You are a skin ruiner!"
"Okay!" seeths Roger as he touches Pearls shoulder with the tips of two fingers. "I am sorry;" he mutters.
"I never want to be given anything from you again!" tells Pearl as she grows red in the face. "Never!" she screams.
"I am sorry!" mutters Roger as he shrugs. "I really am - I just found your perfume too sweet..." he begins.
"I loved my old perfume! I hate yours!" screams Pearl before she gives Roger's face a harsh slap with the back of her hand.
Roger growls as he feels his face turn beet red under his skin. He wants to hit Pearl so bad but with her skin looking so mangy he fails to reach out to her.
"I am sorry;" mutters Roger as he glares at Pearl. "It was supposed to be a gift;"
"Some gift!" steams Pearl as she crosses her arms. "Some gift!" she huffs before she begins to sob.
Roger looks at the time and knows he has to end the outting so that he can go to work. He clears his throat and starts the car, and within minutes he is back on the road once again.
Roger drops Pearl at home and then he takes off down the street. His mind is still set on Pearls skin and how gross it appears with bubbles forming like clear pimples on her collar bone.
"I really blew it;" he mutters as he drives along the street. "Never mind, I am going to go to work and get paid!"
Roger parks outside of a house and he goes to the front door. He rings the door bell once and immediately a guy named Corgan answers. Corgan is not just any person, he is a paying customer - what he asks for his sexual exploits, and Roger gives him his body so that Corgan can give him his money.
The following day Roger tries to find Pearl but she cannot be found, so he visits her house as soon as the day is through and there he meets Pearl by the front door. Pearls' rash has spread to her chin, and she has small cuts from having had scratched it. Roger tries to make a joke to lighten the mood he can feel on the air.
"The skin can rejvinate with urine;" he mutters.
"What?" asks Pearl as she narrows her eyes. "What?" she repeats.
Roger shrugs.
"I'm sorry it's just a quirky tale;" tells Roger as he shrugs. "I can see you are suffering;"
"I know I am!" gasps Pearl before she picks up a tube of ointment and rubs it on her skin once again. "The chemist said to expect an expansion before a retraction!" she mutters.
"I am sorry I gave you the perfume;" tells Roger as he bothers to touch a portion of the swollen skin.
It feels smooth and soft, like a burn that has just had a layer of skin replaced over it! Roger presses his finger against the rash and juice squirts out.
"Gross it's infected!" he mutters.
"It's just part of hte rash!" gasps Pearl before she picks up a tissue and dabs at her neckline. "It will go;" she tells as her gut squirms over what seems to be a lie.
"I am sorry you have it at all;" tells Roger as he shrugs. "I really am!"
"I don't want to see you!" tells Pearl as she grows mad over the blank in Rogers tone. "Leave me alone!" she wars.
"Okay;" mutters Roger as he backs his feet away from the door. "I'll see you at school;" he adds before he waves.
Pearl slams the door closed and Roger feels a chill - he wishes that he had never given Pearl the perfume, and he blames himself as the wind blows over his shoulders.
"Get some new perfume Pearl!" he shouts as he turns around.
Pearl looks behind and sees Robert. She shrugs.
"I like this one;" she says.
"Then let me buy you the perfume;" tells Robert as he glares at her and feels his heart pump that little bit extra to tell him that he has her on a different plank then any other person in the school.
"Why would you do that?' asks Pearl as she looks at him with her feet glued to the tiles under her.
"Because I want to;" tells Robert as the bell for end of school chimes over his head a third time .
"Why would you want to?" asks Pearl as she shrugs.
"Because I want you to wear nice perfume;" tells Robert as he shrugs also. "Will you wear it if I buy it for you?"
"I don't know;" mutters Pearl as she fidgets. "I don't know you;" she adds as she pulls a face.
"I know you and you need new perfume;" tells Roger as he grins.
"No, I like my own;" mutters Pearl as she turns and walks away.
Robert smooths a hand over his hair and looks away from Pearl for a second - he hears giggles and he knows that he has been watched! Robert moves his shoes out of the school and towards his car. Inside of his car he scolds himself.
"What does Pearl think she is refusing?" he asks as he feels a grumble inside of his chest. "I'll just buy her the perfume and then she can wear it!" he scolds as he starts the car.
However at the store Robert can't find the exact perfume he is looking for, and so he buys three and an empty bottle and he spends all night mixing the perfumes for the right concoction to be able to woo Pearl to his tastes.
The following day Robert finds Pearl amongst the throng of peoples and he stops her in her shoes.
"I brought you something;" tells Robert as he smiles.
Pearl sees the perfume bottle and takes it as Robert holds it out to her.
"Try it on why don't you?" he asks.
Pearl shrugs, opens the bottle, and pours a small amount onto her wrists. She rubs it over her neckline and she smiles.
"It's nice!" she cheers.
Robert feels good! He walks away from Pearl feeling tingles all over - however when he later finds Pearl again he sees she has developed a mean rash on her skin.
"Hi Pearl, what's with the rash?" asks Robert as he glares.
"It's from the perfume, the mix must be too strong for my skin!" gasps Pearl as she grows embarrassed. "I'll have to go to a doctor after school!" she mutters as she feels heat tingle all over her brow. "I don't want to talk about it!" she adds.
"I can drive you to the doctor after school;" tells Robert as he sees Pearl in fret. "Or I can drive you now?"
"After school!" gasps Pearl as she feels her skin shiver.
"Okay;" tells Robert before he lets Pearl move away.
After school Pearl has a rash spread all the way to her shoulders. She wants to scratch it, however she holds her fingers back even though the tingles spread all over every nail until they feel longer!
"Let's go!" tells Robert before he takes Pearl's hand.
Pearl nods, allows herself to be led to the car in the car park, and then she seats herself on the leather-lined chair.
"These are gross covers!" she tells Roger as she fingers the leather cover.
"They keep you warm during the winter!" cheers Roger before he drives away.
Within twenty minutes Roger is waiting at the doctors office with guilt on his head. He wonders how he could have been so stupid as to give Pearl something which would ruin her skin? However Pearl is in a good mood as she leaves the office and she even smiles to Rodger after she has paid for the visit.
"I have a perscription;" she tells Roger who smiles back as though he is guilt free.
"That's great!" he cheers, however inside of his mind he tells himself he is nothing but a fool. "Want to grab a drink?" he asks.
"I think I had better pick up the prescription!" cheers Pearl before she leaves the room and building.
A block away Pearl picks up the prescription and she quickly dabs the lotion on her skin. She sighs - however in truth the rash does not go away only it seems to grow more red!
"Looks better!" lies Roger as he glares at the rash that seems to swell until it has protruded two millimeters from the skin.
"I hope it does!" gasps Pearl as she grows nervous over the itch that increases as the seconds turn into minutes. "Can you drive me home? I am getting tired!" she asks as a frown becomes more evident on her brow.
"Oh yes!" tells Roger as she smiles. "Let us go into the car!" he adds.
Pearl fidgets all the way to the car and when inside she begins to fret as tears well inside of her eyes. Pearl wishes she had never tried the perfume on and she begins to grow moody as she glares at Roger with his flawless skin glowing in ultimate health.
As the car drives Pearl can take it no longer! She takes out the perfume from her pocket, removes the lid, and she pours it over Rogers face and neck!
"Are you mad?" asks Roger as the car veers to the right.
"I hate you!" gasps Pearl before she turns the rearview mirror so that she can see herself in the reflection.
Pearl screams as Roger struggles to regain control of the car. He flips his head around his shoulder a dozen times and then he sees an ally in which to turn the car into! Roger parks and then he wipes his skin - to Pearl's frustration Rogers skin does not react.
"Are you mad?" asks Roger as he grows heat on his brow.
"Yes at you!" gasps Pearl before she looks at her skin in the mirror again and starts to blubber.
"Don't be like that!" gasps Roger as he tries to give Pearls shoulder a rub.
"Get your hands away from me!" screams Pearl as she grows too hot to handle. "My skin is ruined! It is because of you that it is ruined! You are a skin ruiner!"
"Okay!" seeths Roger as he touches Pearls shoulder with the tips of two fingers. "I am sorry;" he mutters.
"I never want to be given anything from you again!" tells Pearl as she grows red in the face. "Never!" she screams.
"I am sorry!" mutters Roger as he shrugs. "I really am - I just found your perfume too sweet..." he begins.
"I loved my old perfume! I hate yours!" screams Pearl before she gives Roger's face a harsh slap with the back of her hand.
Roger growls as he feels his face turn beet red under his skin. He wants to hit Pearl so bad but with her skin looking so mangy he fails to reach out to her.
"I am sorry;" mutters Roger as he glares at Pearl. "It was supposed to be a gift;"
"Some gift!" steams Pearl as she crosses her arms. "Some gift!" she huffs before she begins to sob.
Roger looks at the time and knows he has to end the outting so that he can go to work. He clears his throat and starts the car, and within minutes he is back on the road once again.
Roger drops Pearl at home and then he takes off down the street. His mind is still set on Pearls skin and how gross it appears with bubbles forming like clear pimples on her collar bone.
"I really blew it;" he mutters as he drives along the street. "Never mind, I am going to go to work and get paid!"
Roger parks outside of a house and he goes to the front door. He rings the door bell once and immediately a guy named Corgan answers. Corgan is not just any person, he is a paying customer - what he asks for his sexual exploits, and Roger gives him his body so that Corgan can give him his money.
The following day Roger tries to find Pearl but she cannot be found, so he visits her house as soon as the day is through and there he meets Pearl by the front door. Pearls' rash has spread to her chin, and she has small cuts from having had scratched it. Roger tries to make a joke to lighten the mood he can feel on the air.
"The skin can rejvinate with urine;" he mutters.
"What?" asks Pearl as she narrows her eyes. "What?" she repeats.
Roger shrugs.
"I'm sorry it's just a quirky tale;" tells Roger as he shrugs. "I can see you are suffering;"
"I know I am!" gasps Pearl before she picks up a tube of ointment and rubs it on her skin once again. "The chemist said to expect an expansion before a retraction!" she mutters.
"I am sorry I gave you the perfume;" tells Roger as he bothers to touch a portion of the swollen skin.
It feels smooth and soft, like a burn that has just had a layer of skin replaced over it! Roger presses his finger against the rash and juice squirts out.
"Gross it's infected!" he mutters.
"It's just part of hte rash!" gasps Pearl before she picks up a tissue and dabs at her neckline. "It will go;" she tells as her gut squirms over what seems to be a lie.
"I am sorry you have it at all;" tells Roger as he shrugs. "I really am!"
"I don't want to see you!" tells Pearl as she grows mad over the blank in Rogers tone. "Leave me alone!" she wars.
"Okay;" mutters Roger as he backs his feet away from the door. "I'll see you at school;" he adds before he waves.
Pearl slams the door closed and Roger feels a chill - he wishes that he had never given Pearl the perfume, and he blames himself as the wind blows over his shoulders.
Monday, 28 July 2014
Seth In Love
Amber looks at Seth as he stands in the corner of the hall talking secretly to Colin. Colin looks over to Amber and waves and she feels shyness overcome. However her shyness is met with bashfulness as Seth also looks over to wave. Amber feels sick all of a sudden and she moves to the toilets to take a drink.
Inside of the toilets Amber looks at her reflection - she wants to say she looks nice, but all she looks is flustered. Seth has given her a rash that causes worms to make a meal of a her blood - she feels contaminated, wronged, and even cheated.
"What's wrong with me?" asks Amber as she thinks to herself over why Seth should stand out as a person amongst people who makes her feel wronged. "He's just a guy;" she mutters as she wipes a hand over her brow. "I wish I wouldn't get so wound up!" she gasps before the door opens and Seth steps inside.
"How are you Amber?" he asks in a tone that sounds hard and depressed.
"Oh just fine!" sings Amber as she waves. "Will you go away please?" she asks.
"You would like me to do that wouldn't you?" asks Seth as he narrows his eyes. "But I can't! I've been thinking about us;" he tells.
Amber rolls her eyes - last time he talked about them he walked off to have a smoke and a drink until he was able to pass out on the garden lawn at her next door neighbours house! It seemed that the confusion of talking about a relationship grew too much and instead of asking her out he went to overdose on drink as though the thought of the two of them togther were a cancer.
"We've talked and agreed to be friends;" tells Amber as she feels her gut worm.
"We have made no such agreement!" tells Seth as he narrows his eyes. "I miss you;" he mutters.
"We haven't ever gone out!" gasps Amber as she raises her brows.
"I miss you all the same!" tells Seth as he smiles. "I like you Amber;" he drawls. "There's no one else for me, you know?"
"I didn't know!" tells Amber as she smiles as her heartbeat bothers to murmur. "I thought you were all for the other girls!"
"What other girls!" gasps Seth as he looks through Amber's eyes so that she can see his stare completely.
"I don't know;" mutters Amber as she plays with her hair. "There are girls around;"
"I only like you!" tells Seth. "I really like you!" he adds. "You are the only one in my eyes;"
"Then why did you go out with Anne Simmers?" asks Amber as she shrugs.
"She's a friend;" tells Seth as he raises his brows. 'I like you, only you;" he mutters as his eyes grow glazed. "You are who I want;"
Amber walks around Seth as he stares into space - she feels as though he is in a different world until she reaches the door.
"Where are you going?" asks Seth as he glares at the dirty tiles under his feet. "Why not stay?"
"It's a dirty bathroom!" complains Amber. "It smells like urine!"
"So?" asks Seth as he inhales a narrow breath. "So what? I'm talking;"
"I'm leaving!" gasps Amber as she moves to exit.
Seth turns his head and stares at Amber as she opens the door and bumps into Colin who stands with a toothpick inside of his mouth. Seth wants to complain, however his heart is finding it hard to beat and so he stands still as Amber mutters short words to Colin who shrugs before she moves on.
"Why aren't you staying?" asks Seth as he watches the door close. "What are you looking for? I am here!" he mutters as a dark sensation crawls over his skin.
Colin pokes his head into the room and he raises his brows.
"What are you doing Seth?" asks Colin.
"I feel sick;" mutters Seth before he bothers to take a step. "I am sick;" he adds as his lips turn from pink to red.
"Let's go home;" tells Colin as he crooks his head. "We can watch television;" he adds as he smiles.
"No;" mutters Seth as he feels his head light up like a light. "I won't go home;" he adds before he moves to walk past Colin at sudden speed.
Seth races down the hall after Amber - all students brother to gather to make his walk more difficult, however Seth manages to scrape through gaps and within moments he has caught Amber's arm.
"You listen!" he yells as Amber turns her head. "We're going out!" he adds.
Amber raises her brows as Seth finds it hard to breathe. She knows he has popped pills, but what she does not see is the murmur trapped inside of his chest - his heart beats hard as his head tells his body to stand still.
"I love you;" tells Seth as he feels his patience drag.
Amber shrugs.
"I don't know, I don't care!" she mutters as she grows hot inside of her mind.
"Yes you do care;" tells Seth as he holds onto her arm. "You do care, I can tell..."
"You're wasted!" gasps Amber as she sees the same far away stare she has seen a dozen times. "Leave me alone;"
"Wasted for you!" tells Seth as Amber manages to set herself free. "Come home with me!"
Amber walks away and students gather around to watch Seth as he stares in an uncommon way as though he might blow a fuse.
"Let's go!" steams Colin as he grabs Seth's arm. "It's time to go home and watch movies;" he adds.
"Yeah;" mutters Seth as he feels his gut wince. "I guess I can do that;" he adds before he allows Colin to drag him away from the other students.
However back at home Seth finds it hard to watch television. As Colin grows tired Seth leaves to trek to Ambers home several blocks away. Outside of her bedroom window Seth leans on the glass as he looks at Amber as she reads at her table - he knows she is doing homework, however the sick inside of his body grows and he knows that he will not back away.
Seth flattens his hands and bang upon the window - Amber turns her head and she narrows her eyes as she sees Seth standing there as though he expects to be let inside of the house. Amber shakes her head and turns away, however Seth pounds against the window once again so hard that Amber's temper rushes to her feet! Amber moves to the window and opens it.
"What do you want?" asks Amber as she feels her mood grow sour.
"I want you!" complains Seth as though he is a child wanting a christmas present.
"You almost broke the windows!" tells Amber as she feels her skin tingle. "You almost broke my windows!"
"I'm sorry;" mutters Seth as he grows cold inside of his head. "I'm sorry I almost broke your windows, but they are still perfectly in-tact;"
"I bet they're splinted!" tells Amber as she looks at the frame carefully. "I bet you've dislodged them!" she adds.
"Won't you let me in?" asks Seth as he feels his eyes scrape over Ambers face. "Please?"
Amber narrows her eyes and stares at Seth - he looks queer all of a sudden and she wants to refuse him admittance; however his queer looks turn pale and he starts to tremble as his heart-beat murmurs and Amber rushes to him as he leans heavily on the window.
"What's wrong?" asks Amber as he tries to move her fingers to touch his back - her move failing only inches from the t-shirt that he wears.
"Nothing!" gasps Seth before he straightens his spine. "Let's go to bed!" he adds.
"What?" gasps Amber as she steps away. "No way!" she adds.
"I need to lay down;" tells Seth before he moves to the back door and enters the house.
Amber follows Seth to her bedroom and she scowls as he pulls his weight onto her bed. She wants to scold Seth, however his skin continues to tremble and so she sits on a chair and begins to read.
Seth stares at Amber as she reads with vacancy.
"What's the matter with you?" he asks. "Why the cold shoulder?"
"What do you mean cold shoulder?" asks Amber as she looks to Seth. "You can lay there and I'll read;"
"I want you to know that I really like you;" tells Seth before he stands.
Amber looks at Seth as he crosses the room towards her. She wants to run away, however she sits as though he might ignore her. At the door Seth looks to Amber and he stares at her.
"If we end up in different worlds it is because you ignore me;" he tells before he races out of the house.
Amber puts down her book and crosses her arms. She knows that Seth has moved to sprint home and she has nothing to say about it - he is a spntanous person who makes no sense to her, and she isn't there for the taking when he can only leave everything behind his shoulder as he steps on peoples shoulders to get his way.
"He's annoying!" mutters Amber as she shrugs. "I want anyone but him!" she tells before she picks up her book to read.
Inside of the toilets Amber looks at her reflection - she wants to say she looks nice, but all she looks is flustered. Seth has given her a rash that causes worms to make a meal of a her blood - she feels contaminated, wronged, and even cheated.
"What's wrong with me?" asks Amber as she thinks to herself over why Seth should stand out as a person amongst people who makes her feel wronged. "He's just a guy;" she mutters as she wipes a hand over her brow. "I wish I wouldn't get so wound up!" she gasps before the door opens and Seth steps inside.
"How are you Amber?" he asks in a tone that sounds hard and depressed.
"Oh just fine!" sings Amber as she waves. "Will you go away please?" she asks.
"You would like me to do that wouldn't you?" asks Seth as he narrows his eyes. "But I can't! I've been thinking about us;" he tells.
Amber rolls her eyes - last time he talked about them he walked off to have a smoke and a drink until he was able to pass out on the garden lawn at her next door neighbours house! It seemed that the confusion of talking about a relationship grew too much and instead of asking her out he went to overdose on drink as though the thought of the two of them togther were a cancer.
"We've talked and agreed to be friends;" tells Amber as she feels her gut worm.
"We have made no such agreement!" tells Seth as he narrows his eyes. "I miss you;" he mutters.
"We haven't ever gone out!" gasps Amber as she raises her brows.
"I miss you all the same!" tells Seth as he smiles. "I like you Amber;" he drawls. "There's no one else for me, you know?"
"I didn't know!" tells Amber as she smiles as her heartbeat bothers to murmur. "I thought you were all for the other girls!"
"What other girls!" gasps Seth as he looks through Amber's eyes so that she can see his stare completely.
"I don't know;" mutters Amber as she plays with her hair. "There are girls around;"
"I only like you!" tells Seth. "I really like you!" he adds. "You are the only one in my eyes;"
"Then why did you go out with Anne Simmers?" asks Amber as she shrugs.
"She's a friend;" tells Seth as he raises his brows. 'I like you, only you;" he mutters as his eyes grow glazed. "You are who I want;"
Amber walks around Seth as he stares into space - she feels as though he is in a different world until she reaches the door.
"Where are you going?" asks Seth as he glares at the dirty tiles under his feet. "Why not stay?"
"It's a dirty bathroom!" complains Amber. "It smells like urine!"
"So?" asks Seth as he inhales a narrow breath. "So what? I'm talking;"
"I'm leaving!" gasps Amber as she moves to exit.
Seth turns his head and stares at Amber as she opens the door and bumps into Colin who stands with a toothpick inside of his mouth. Seth wants to complain, however his heart is finding it hard to beat and so he stands still as Amber mutters short words to Colin who shrugs before she moves on.
"Why aren't you staying?" asks Seth as he watches the door close. "What are you looking for? I am here!" he mutters as a dark sensation crawls over his skin.
Colin pokes his head into the room and he raises his brows.
"What are you doing Seth?" asks Colin.
"I feel sick;" mutters Seth before he bothers to take a step. "I am sick;" he adds as his lips turn from pink to red.
"Let's go home;" tells Colin as he crooks his head. "We can watch television;" he adds as he smiles.
"No;" mutters Seth as he feels his head light up like a light. "I won't go home;" he adds before he moves to walk past Colin at sudden speed.
Seth races down the hall after Amber - all students brother to gather to make his walk more difficult, however Seth manages to scrape through gaps and within moments he has caught Amber's arm.
"You listen!" he yells as Amber turns her head. "We're going out!" he adds.
Amber raises her brows as Seth finds it hard to breathe. She knows he has popped pills, but what she does not see is the murmur trapped inside of his chest - his heart beats hard as his head tells his body to stand still.
"I love you;" tells Seth as he feels his patience drag.
Amber shrugs.
"I don't know, I don't care!" she mutters as she grows hot inside of her mind.
"Yes you do care;" tells Seth as he holds onto her arm. "You do care, I can tell..."
"You're wasted!" gasps Amber as she sees the same far away stare she has seen a dozen times. "Leave me alone;"
"Wasted for you!" tells Seth as Amber manages to set herself free. "Come home with me!"
Amber walks away and students gather around to watch Seth as he stares in an uncommon way as though he might blow a fuse.
"Let's go!" steams Colin as he grabs Seth's arm. "It's time to go home and watch movies;" he adds.
"Yeah;" mutters Seth as he feels his gut wince. "I guess I can do that;" he adds before he allows Colin to drag him away from the other students.
However back at home Seth finds it hard to watch television. As Colin grows tired Seth leaves to trek to Ambers home several blocks away. Outside of her bedroom window Seth leans on the glass as he looks at Amber as she reads at her table - he knows she is doing homework, however the sick inside of his body grows and he knows that he will not back away.
Seth flattens his hands and bang upon the window - Amber turns her head and she narrows her eyes as she sees Seth standing there as though he expects to be let inside of the house. Amber shakes her head and turns away, however Seth pounds against the window once again so hard that Amber's temper rushes to her feet! Amber moves to the window and opens it.
"What do you want?" asks Amber as she feels her mood grow sour.
"I want you!" complains Seth as though he is a child wanting a christmas present.
"You almost broke the windows!" tells Amber as she feels her skin tingle. "You almost broke my windows!"
"I'm sorry;" mutters Seth as he grows cold inside of his head. "I'm sorry I almost broke your windows, but they are still perfectly in-tact;"
"I bet they're splinted!" tells Amber as she looks at the frame carefully. "I bet you've dislodged them!" she adds.
"Won't you let me in?" asks Seth as he feels his eyes scrape over Ambers face. "Please?"
Amber narrows her eyes and stares at Seth - he looks queer all of a sudden and she wants to refuse him admittance; however his queer looks turn pale and he starts to tremble as his heart-beat murmurs and Amber rushes to him as he leans heavily on the window.
"What's wrong?" asks Amber as he tries to move her fingers to touch his back - her move failing only inches from the t-shirt that he wears.
"Nothing!" gasps Seth before he straightens his spine. "Let's go to bed!" he adds.
"What?" gasps Amber as she steps away. "No way!" she adds.
"I need to lay down;" tells Seth before he moves to the back door and enters the house.
Amber follows Seth to her bedroom and she scowls as he pulls his weight onto her bed. She wants to scold Seth, however his skin continues to tremble and so she sits on a chair and begins to read.
Seth stares at Amber as she reads with vacancy.
"What's the matter with you?" he asks. "Why the cold shoulder?"
"What do you mean cold shoulder?" asks Amber as she looks to Seth. "You can lay there and I'll read;"
"I want you to know that I really like you;" tells Seth before he stands.
Amber looks at Seth as he crosses the room towards her. She wants to run away, however she sits as though he might ignore her. At the door Seth looks to Amber and he stares at her.
"If we end up in different worlds it is because you ignore me;" he tells before he races out of the house.
Amber puts down her book and crosses her arms. She knows that Seth has moved to sprint home and she has nothing to say about it - he is a spntanous person who makes no sense to her, and she isn't there for the taking when he can only leave everything behind his shoulder as he steps on peoples shoulders to get his way.
"He's annoying!" mutters Amber as she shrugs. "I want anyone but him!" she tells before she picks up her book to read.
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