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RICK ROSS
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Re: story thread
by Guest Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:15 pm
ehe gold mine found where i kept all my old shit
found the rest of the story but this version is a bit different in some places so im reposting the whole thing
found the rest of the story but this version is a bit different in some places so im reposting the whole thing
- app_of_lit_story.wps:
- “Heave!” shouted the man from behind the wall. A grinding noise could be heard, as stone rolled over stone, and light began to pour into the cavern as ancient stale air rushed out. A skinny, sweaty brunette in cargo pants and a tanktop stepped into the large musty chamber filled with artifacts older than history itself, and let a gasp escape her lungs. “This is more incredible than I ever could have imagined!” she exclaimed, as she darted from object to object in fascination.
A tall man with dark hair, a bandana tied over his head and a chiseled chin followed her in, along with a group of natives. “Doctor Rosford, stop before you damage something from your darting about. You're like a small child in a department store.”
“Hans, this is the largest artifact collection I have ever seen! These artifacts could date to the early dynastic period, maybe even before!” She was still giddily bouncing around, sometimes pausing to pick up an object here or there, or taking a closer look at a statue or strange device.
She bent over and examined one strange, deep blue box with intricate carvings, about six feet tall, and she noticed a glow coming from within. Out of the knapsack she carried on her back she pulled an instrument which she held up to the box, but the instrument’s LED panel showed a large 0, signaling that it detected nothing.
“Well, this is odd,” she stated, scratching her head, “this thing is glowing but the meter shows no radiation. I’m going in for a closer look. Here,” She handed Hans the detector, “If anything happens, pull me back. We don’t want a repeat of what happened at Dig Site 197.”
There was a hole on the appliance-sized box in the shape of a rectangle from which the light was mostly emanating, and Hannah put her eyes up to it. It seemed right, the edges of the rectangular hole were soft and there was an indentation for her nose.
She stared into the light for a minute, but nothing was happening. But as she started to retract her head from the opening the box grabbed her and held her head against the hole with claws made out of some of the carvings. She began squirming about in the grasp of the metal hands, but before she could get herself loose the light inside the box began to flash in a spectrum of colors, and her eyes dilated at the sight. She lost control of her body and could only stare at the light, unaware of the shouting coming from outside the box. Events, memories, emotions, thoughts, and even ideas flowed into her mind at a rate that her brain barely had time to process. It all happened in the course of a few seconds, but when it was done she collapsed to the ground, a slight headache growing in her head, and her blurry sight faded out.
When she came to, a blurry, gigantic silhouette towered over her, blocking out the rays of the glaring sun from her eyes. Her eyes focused and saw Hans, reaching down with his hand to help her up. “Hey, guys, she's awake!” A group of other archaeologists rushed over and began asking her questions, like what she saw, what she felt, if she had broken any bones and if she was hungry. She said she was fine and wanted to continue with the dig, but the other archaeologists said they had arranged a flight home for her and would finish the excavation for her. After much convincing, she reluctantly agreed to go under the assumption of possible mental damage, climbed into a waiting jeep and rode off to the nearby dirt-strip airport.
Flash forward, two months later.
Hannah stood off to the side of a new exhibit in the most prominent museum in the country. A large decorative tarp covering a 24-foot tall stone ring stood in the center, the ring having similar intricate carvings as the ones on the box which had grabbed the Doctor's face. The said box sat nearby, no longer glowing. Whatever it did to Hannah had apparently been a one-time thing.
She shuffled her note cards idly, waiting for the exhibition to begin. Despite her accident, she had been present for most of the work done previous, and she had found the tomb with the stone ring and the box, after all, so she had been chosen to give the speech regarding the work that had been done.
The museum's president wrapped up his speech and looked over to Hannah. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, the woman who started it all- Doctor Hannah Rosford!”
Applause erupted as Hannah stepped into the spotlight's glow, emanating from the second story balcony above. Her deep purple plain dress glowed a little in the light, but she didn't notice, more focused on her mental notes of how to go about her speech.
She stepped up to the podium and began. “Thank you, thank you. You know, none of this would have been possible without the help of the dig team, give those guys a hand too!” She waved her hand out at the dozen or so other archaeologists sitting in the front row, and the spotlight followed her gesture to include them all in its glow. As they stood up and waved, Hannah took the precious few extra seconds in the temporary darkness to organize her note cards on the podium and wiped the sweat off of her brow. She wasn't used to giving speeches and although she usually managed to pull them off, she was always afraid she would screw something up and look like an idiot in front of hundreds of people. She thought back to her previous successful speeches to try to comfort her concerns but her emotions did not change, and then the spotlight was back on her.
She continued, lining out the story of how her team acted upon a hunch from the university their team had started at three years ago. She explained the difficulty of getting permission to run the dig from the Egyptian government, the days trudging through the desert on camel-back, the friendly help of the locals after some strange mistranslations, and the eventual discovery of the tomb where the objects in the display behind her had been found. She hadn't spoken with this many words at once in over a year.
Walking over to a previously mounted rope hanging down from above, she grabbed hold of it and stated in a lively voice, “And now, without further ado, I present to you... the Mysteries of the Ancient Aegyptus exhibit!”
She pulled on the rope and the decorative tarp covering the large stone ring fell to the floor, and the display lights over the exhibit flared to life in a dramatic reveal. The audience let out a gasp at the sight of the massive circular artifact, and began to applaud. Hannah let out a sigh of relief as the spotlight on her died out and she stepped away from the podium. The audience spread out around the exhibit and she mingled into the crowd, and quickly found her friend Shelby as the lights came on overhead.
Shelby saw Hannah coming. “Hey, great speech! You never told me about the language mix up!” They both tried swimming though the crowd to get a better view. “Why didn't you mention it before? It was so funny!”
“I was saving it for the right time,” Hannah replied with a giggle and warmhearted smile for her friend. “If I told you everything while it happened, I wouldn't have any stories to tell you when I got back, and I know you love those.”
“Heh, yeah, those stories are awesome. Maybe you could tell me sooner next time?” Shelby winked and they both laughed. They broke through the crowd and gazed upon the stone ring and artifacts from the other side of a velvet rope. “Anyway, what was with that weird word you used when you were saying the name of the exhibit? I thought it was called the Mysteries of the Ancient Egyptians exhibit.”
Hannah turned and gave her a questioning look. “It is. What are you talking about?”
“You said something else... what was it? Oh, yeah, you called it the Mysteries of the Ancient Aegyptus.”
“No I didn't.”
“Yeah, you did.”
Hannah thought back for a second, trying to remember her exact words to prove her friend wrong. But she suddenly realized that she couldn't remember anything about that particular moment, it was like her brain had derped out for a moment right before she pulled the rope. “Uh, I guess I just cracked under the pressure. You know how I am with speeches.”
“Yes, I know, yet you never fail at delivering them. Maybe you're losing your touch? Sure hope not, your speeches are amazing.” Shelby turned toward the exhibit and stared in awe. “And your work is even more amazing. You're gonna win an award for this for sure.”
“Meh, sounds good to me!” Hannah shrugged. The two of them laughed and followed the majority of the crowd over to the mingling area, where the other archaeologists were waving at them from.
Another month later
Shelby sat at the table in the trendy restaurant, tapping on her phone. She had waited long enough; it was time to give Hannah a call.
The phone rang once, then twice. Finally, Hannah picked up. “Hey, where are you?” Shelby asked, irritated. “I've been waiting at La Nourriture for two hours! Did you get gum in your hair or something? Where are you?”
“Oh, um, I got distracted. I had this idea to build something and I just couldn't wait-”
“You've been reconstructing things in your house ever since the exhibition! What's gotten into you?”
“I don't know! I'll just be doing my normal routine then something will pop into my caput-”
“There you go again using those weird words! What language is that, anyway? I'm coming over!”
“No, wait-”
Shelby hung up and walked out of the restaurant in a huff.
When Shelby arrived at Hannah's house, it looked a lot different than it had just days before. Wires hung from the hanging plants on her porch, and her lawn looked like a redneck lived in the house rather than a normally studios gardener, with appliances all over the lawn, disassembled. Shelby eyed them suspiciously, and headed inside.
The inside wasn't much different- it looked like a house from the TV show about people who collected way too much stuff. Several times Shelby tripped over empty computer casings or random washing machine parts as she made her way to Hannah's study, where she usually could be found, working away on her research.
Shelby did indeed find Hannah there, but when she opened her mouth to say something, Hannah darted across the room and put a finger to Shelby's lips with a “SSSH!”
Hannah darted back and grabbed the soldering iron from her desk, and, holding her breath, soldered a transistor to the exterior of the mass of electronics.
“Hannah, what the fresh hell is this?!” Shelby scolded, “Your house is a mess! Where are your research notes?!”
“Over there, in that catalogue. They were cluttering up my opus ipsum.” She gestured to a computer tower full of all kinds of electronics, with a screen attached to it. “Here, help me carry this out.”
Despite her inner voice telling her not to help her friend, Shelby walked across the room and picked up the gigantic pile of electronics that Hannah had been working on while Hannah herself took the other side.
They somehow made it through the jungle of hanging wires and circuitry to Hannah's backyard, where a 30-foot tall structure towered over all the nearby single-level houses. Shelby ignored it and after they set down the six-foot tall component in a niche on the tower, she continued with her speech.
“Hannah, I’m worried about you. You’ve become so antisocial since the exhibition that I was afraid you had forgotten how to talk to other people. Is this how you’ve been spending your time, building gigantic contraptions for no reason?”
“It’s not for no reason. Stand back.” Hannah began typing on a keyboard mounted on the side of the machine as Shelby, a bit intimidated to the thought of what the giant machine could do, moved to the porch, wondering why she didn’t stop her friend from probably blowing them both to bits.
Suddenly, with a loud hum, the machine sprang to life, lights glowing on all kinds of panels. Hums, beeps, the sound of charging motors, the sound of a thousand volts of electricity coursing through thousands of tiny cables began to grow louder as the machine began to extend upward towards the sky. For a dozen miles around, lights went out, cell phones went NO SIGNAL, and military radar went haywire. Its giant wedding-cake shape began to shutter and the top opened up- and with the sound of a sonic boom, a beam of brilliant rainbow light shot from the top of the tower and into the atmosphere. Shelby jumped back; this is not what she had been expecting.
this is the point where the rest of the story starts from, off of the first thing i posted
Several thousand feet in the air and thirty miles away, passengers on an airline flight flocked to the left side of the plane in fascination of the incredible sight of a beam of light shooting up from the ground, parting into a spectrum of colors, and spreading out in an umbrella shape over the city below.
In that particular city, citizens who were both looking up and who were in windowless office buildings suddenly began to feel happier, as if everything made sense, like they had a new purpose of life. What that might be, or what it even meant, no one cared; all they knew is that they felt great.
Hannah basked on the glory of the glow emanating from the machine. Shelby couldn’t help herself, so she joined Hannah and they laughed together. Whatever this was, it sure made them feel good.
At a nearby Air Force base, technicians were already pinpointing the location of the burst, and before long several military trucks and hummers showed up at Hannah’s doorstep. The main man leading the small investigatory force introduced himself as Colonel Whitaker, and cheerily escorted the two young women to a hummer, where they were driven to the AFB, all happy as could be. The effects were only temporary, though.
Six months later
Shelby was giddy. She was, almost literally, bouncing off the walls of the waiting hub. Outside, a massive hull blocked out the sun, resting on stilts and with the Air Force logo on the side, although it was painted small enough next to the name of the massive craft that it was still hard to see, right next to the ship’s christened name- the USS Ares.
Shelby couldn’t wait to board the new ship, that, with Hannah’s help planning and designing the whole thing, had only taken five and a half months from pre-planning to breaking the bottle of champagne on the side to complete. And now Shelby was about to be given the ride of her life- a chance to ride on a spaceship that could go out of the solar system, and fly to the nearest star in under 24 hours. She had always been a bit of a scifi buff, and she loved things that went fast and the night, and combining those two things made her even giddier.
But she wouldn’t have been able to go if she and Hans hadn’t given Hannah support throughout the whole process. Hannah had slowly lost her ability to speak English, and had fallen into a state of depression. No one was quite sure why she was depressed, but she continued with her job anyway so no one had bothered to ask yet. About two months ago, just before she had completely succumbed to the language loss, she had asked for the help of her assistant Hans, and the Air Force had brought him over from Europe to translate her Latin into English. Hannah hadn’t trusted any other translators the Air Force had provided for her, so they had no other options. The scientists had also wanted to scan Hannah’s brain to see why she was suddenly so intelligent, but Hannah had refused that too, stating that she would either build the ship or get her brain scanned. They tried to make her do both, but somehow she had gained the ability to scramble the machines remotely, so they never got an accurate scan.
So Hannah did not share Shelby’s excitement. Instead, Hannah held her head in her hands and stared at the floor. When Colonel Whitaker told them to board, she slowly raised herself from her bench and walked towards the door, head hunched over in her gloomy mannerism as Shelby bounced all around the catwalk leading into the ship and Hans walked alongside her, calm as usual.
“Isn't this exciting? Are you excited?! Cause I'm excited! I've never been so excited, well, except for the time that I went on the rollercoaster when I was five but THIS, THIS is a SPACESHIP!” Shelby seemed as if she was gonna burst. It was borderline unnatural.
They boarded the ship and the catwalk retracted, and before long the massive vessel taxied onto the runway for takeoff. The media was there, watching from the terminal as the massive engines on the back of the ship fired off, and it quickly accelerated to over Mach 5, even before lifting off. The runway extended for over ten miles, expecting this slow liftoff, and just before the ship ran aground it became airborne. Overhead, a pair of Blackbirds flying just barely as fast as the massive frigate attached guiding cables to its hull and the trio of massive aircraft took off into space, the atmosphere screaming over their shielded bodies, with lots of help from technology Hannah had outlined.
Soon enough they were in space, the blue ball of a planet below them slowly growing smaller. The SR-71’s were close range fighters or spy planes, not ships capable of more than an hour in the immense vacuum of space, so they broke away and headed back to Earth below.
After that thrill ride, Hannah, Shelby and Hans retired to their separate rooms, for they knew that it would be awhile before the Superjump drive could be tested; they had to get out of the planet’s gravitational pull first. But as Hannah was passing Colonel Whitaker‘s room, she heard something- no, not heard, more like felt something- that wasn’t right. After only a few seconds her eyes widened, and she darted off to meet with their friends before they reached their rooms.
A few minutes later, the group of three was gathered in a Commons room around their quarters, Hannah sitting in a large chair and the other two sitting on a nearby couch.
They waited for Hannah to open her mouth and speak, but instead, they heard her voice not with words, but with thoughts. Guys… Can you hear me?
“Whoa, who said that?” Shelby whipped around, looking for the source.
Shelby, its me. Hannah. I don’t know how I’m able to do this, but I can, somehow. Look, you guys gotta listen to me. When I was walking by the Colonel’s room, I kinda heard something a bit… unsettling. They’re not planning on using the ship to get to another solar system… they’re planning on using it to bomb North Korea. This could start World War III.
“Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second! They’ve been lying to us? The guys who gave us practically everything for the past six months?”
That’s not the only lie they told. A few months ago I outlined plans for massive nuclear guns under pressure by them. They didn’t install the drive I built, they just installed one massive gun. We’re riding on a gigantic battle cruiser. I should’ve known, naming it the Ares…
Hans spoke up for the first time in nearly a day. “What do you suggest we do, Doctor?”
Hannah sighed and continued with her head down. Up ahead, when we pass the moon, the crew is going to use its gravity to swing us back around toward Earth. If there’s a critical mechanical error during that process, the ship could disappear behind the dark side of the moon, and never be heard from again. The moon would block out the radio signal because the ship would be so close. I want you guys off of this ship before this happens. I’m beyond help, I checked myself. The information in my brain will keep coming and coming until I eventually go insane. But you guys can escape; just remember to use the cloaking device in the pod, so the government won’t find where you land. Hurry, we don’t have much time.
This had come as a shock for Shelby, she has known Hannah for years and now suddenly something like this was happening almost too fast for her to follow. But she blindly followed Hannah through the twisting corridors, avoiding crew and personnel whenever possible, and eventually coming to a row of escape pods, where Hannah and Hans helped her in. She saw Hannah’s tear-streaked face and they hugged each other. I love you guys, seriously, without you my life would be nothing. Remember me. Then she shut the hatch, hit the release switch and the pod fired off.
As Shelby and Hans watched, the ship got closer and closer to the moon before sending out flares of distress, but by then it was too late- the vessel, now just a tiny dot barely in view- went up in a single bright light before it disappeared entirely.
The two-person crew sat in silence all the way back to Earth. Shelby cried for half the journey, Hans putting his arm around her and comforting her. When the pod set itself down in a grassy field somewhere in South Dakota, the duo stepped out and were greeted by blinding sunlight, a breeze, and the smell of the prairie.
“She was a good person, Hans…” Shelby sniffled. “She was my best friend, too.”
“I could not agree more. She was a fine colleague, and I will not soon forget her or her work for humanity.”
Shelby smiled a bit. “Nor will I.”
And they started off in the direction of some buildings off in the far distance, side by side, as the escape pod’s self-destruct protocol made it melt into a puddle of silvery metal before absorbing into the ground.
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Re: story thread
by Guest Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:33 pm
from 2010 its supposed to be serious but i reread it and laughed a ton it just has weak dialogue
- dangerous.wps:
- She pushed me down again. This time, she held my arms down, keeping me from getting up again and pushing her off. She had surprising strength for a five-foot-five stick woman.
“And you know what the best part is?” She smirked, cold blue eyes inches from mine. I struggled to get up, thinking she was going to rape me for some odd reason, when I heard myself say “It’s something about your significant other. Now please get off me.”
“How about no and no?” she said, still smirking. Not like I hadn’t heard that one before. I growled at her but all she did was giggle, still smirking. It was more maniacal than anything I’d ever heard come outta her mouth before.
“The best part is, I’m never getting off your back. You wanted me, now you have me.”
“I asked about your friend earlier, what about him?”
“All part of the plan.”
“I hate your plan.”
“Really? I enjoy it very much.”
She got up and held me down with one hand, and I still couldn’t get up. I suspected prosthetics, her strength to size was unrealistic for naturals. Her boobies were bigger than I remembered last, too, so something had obviously been replaced, probably more than just her boobs.
“The hell happened to you?” I asked, after trying to lift her probably fake arm off my chest with no results.
She just kept smirking. She took out a com device and started typing with one thumb on the touchscreen. Then she put it away, flipped her red-brown hair and looked at me. She had stopped smirking, but was still standing in probably the sexiest post I’d ever seen her in, back arched, with only two small fingers holding me down- somehow. This was so out-of-character of her- the last time I had seen her in a situation like this, she had nervously shouted her way out of it, her original awkward style. Now, she was standing over me, six years later, with prosthetic limbs, new boobs, and a new brain, apparently.
She stood there for a minute, staring at me, saying nothing at all. Then she walked out of the room, flipping her hair, and putting her com to her ear.
I leapt off the hotel room’s bed, grabbed my briefcase, and ran to the door. I tried turning the handle but someone had locked it from the outside. I went to the window instead. My room was nine floors up, and I doubted I could survive that.
I looked around wildly, trying to find a way out. My eyes caught a large vent in the ceiling…
Oh God, was I going to have to climb out Gordon Freeman-style?
I shook my head, sighed, and jumped on the bed to remove the grate.
I was only a few feet into the vent when I felt something clamp onto my ankle. My fingernails dug into the aluminum ductwork, but it was no use, and I fell out of the vent and into someone’s small arms, which then dumped me back on the bed.
“No no no,” Maddy said, shaking one finger at me as she leaned over and got on top of me again. This time, she didn’t hold herself up. I felt her leg against mine through my suit pants, and I felt repulsed- any other girl but this one, the opposite would be true.
“Nice try.” she said, getting closer to me than I was entirely comfortable with. “But you’re coming with me.”
She leaned toward my face, and I thought I knew what was coming next- then felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck. Vampires…? I thought, but then I heard the squirt of liquid and noticed her face wasn’t against my neck, but her hand was. She was injecting me with something…
And then I passed out.
- dangerous part 2.wps:
- I woke up in a room, hands tied behind my back, one light over my head. So stereotypical, I thought.
I heard small footsteps from behind me, and felt a small hand on my shoulder, light as a feather, but then it clamped on in a very familiar gesture, and Maddy stepped out of the shadows.
“Look who’s awake,” she said loud enough for someone to hear, as if we weren’t alone in the room. She then got her face so close to the side of mine I could have sworn she was going to lick me, but then she drew back and walked away, stopping five feet from my chair. I then realized the place where I thought she was gonna lick me felt like hell, and I rolled my head around a little to ease the pain.
Her back was to me, arched again and I couldn’t stop the perverted thoughts from returning to my mind, edited for new content provided. Then there was a loud slamming noise from the wall she was facing, and I craned my neck around her butt to see a man holding a long rod and wearing a mask.
I had no idea who he was, and as he approached me he didn’t appear to want to tell me.
He lowered the rod to my chest and said in a deep voice, obviously altered by the mask,
“I need to know who your contacts in MIRT are.”
“There is no way in hell I’m gonna tell you.”
A shock from the rod made me try to jump out my seat, but I was firmly held in place by my bindings.
“Dak, no, I know him. He‘s made up his mind. Torture won‘t work that way. I know what will.” Maddy interjected, but it wasn’t with a tone of concern more than with a tone of annoyance.
Dak paused a moment, staring at me, before tossing the long steel rod to the ground and walking out.
Maddy and I were alone.
She started pacing around me. I took the opportunity to speak up.
“I honestly think I know where you’re going with this.”
She stopped pacing, turned on her heel and came up a foot from my face, glaring, and asked
“Really.”
“I’m serious.”
She slapped me with surprising force- wait, when I think about it, it shouldn’t have surprised me after the whole episode in the hotel.
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Re: story thread
by Guest Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:51 pm
holy fuck lol rococks bonus
- deathly and kathius bonus.wps:
- Deathly was home alone watching TV when the doorbell rang.
He answered the door to find kathius there wearing tantalizing langerey.
"K-kathius, what are you doing here?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"your parents arent home, I'm here to make your dreams come true..." she said in a voice smoother than silk. "B-but kathiu-" he couldn't finish before kathius had her finger over his lips "shhhh" she whispered.
She walked in and closed the door gently. "Kathius, my parents said i can't have anbody over" stated Deathly. Kathius chuckled slightly and unclipped the hook on her braw, it slid down her slender frame and loosly hung on the floor.
Deathly stared in amazement at what lay before him, a shmorgishborg of beautiful skin. he lost control and leaped at her, his tounge over every nook and cranny of her mouth, she let out a slight gasp, Deathly had never been this up front! They slowl waltzed over to the couch and lay in each others arms, deathly removed his shirt, revealing his glistening abs. the hormones were exploding in the very air around them! as kathius removed the bottoms of her langerey Deathly drooled and his eyes quivered with hunger. she took off the bottom of his outfit, boxers and all! she began to caress his member, it was harder than a shining log of polidhed mahogany... she jammed it into her warm mouth, her breath pushed into the of Deathly's very being, it began to drip hot liquid with a gooey consistancy, he let out a gasp as it erupted and gushed the hot foam into kathius' eager face, they moved into the kitchen, still in each others arms, naked. Deathly swept everything off the table with a quick flick, he lifted kathius onto the table and tickled her in a way she blushed, he thrusted his fingers firm into kathius, her eyes were shining with the intensity of a thousand suns. "D-deathly?" she asked coyley. "yes kathius?" he responded locking eyes with her. "w-will you take your erect tool and stick it in me?, i want to share the ultimate bond a man and a woman can share". Deathly answered back with a certain boyish charm "Will do", he jammed it in with all his might, thrusting and pulling as they screamed together and their bodies convulsed with exstacy, and he shot a steaming load into kathius, she eyed him and with her heart racing they shared one final pounding thrust as Deathly's parents came home and saw...
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Re: story thread
by Guest Sat Nov 30, 2013 9:05 pm
2009, two months after hannah incident. basically my thought process at the time in story form.
- derek and greg.wps:
- “Hello! I see you!”
Greg was annoyed. That girl was looking at him again from about fifty feet away, and he was torn on the reason why. She had looked at him so often that he ruled out coincidence. But she had a different expression from time to time, and it didn’t make sense.
“Geez, you don’t need to say that EVERY time she looks at you,” his friend Derek stated, annoyance also on his face. “You’re going to drive me crazy. Are you even hungry? You haven‘t even unwrapped your cheeseburger.”
Greg stared down at the wrapping of aluminum foil that surrounded his now- cold cheeseburger. “With her on my mind, I can’t even taste food. She fills every corner of my mind like a flood.”
“That’s what you get for being obsessed with one girl.”
“I am not! I’m not creepy!”
“Oh, yeah, thanks for the word.” Derek smirked.
Greg sighed. “Just listen to me without comment this time.”
Derek took a bite of his taco and, mouth full, he said, “Sure, if you don’t talk funny, like that.”
“She looks at me every day, dude! What do you think it might mean?”
Derek swallowed his taco. “Well, it could be one of two things. Either she’s as obsessed with you like you’re obsessed with her, or, the more realistic guess, she’s scared as hell of you, and keeping an eye on the evil kid who‘s obsessed with her.”
“I hope it’s number one.”
“And I believe monkeys can actually fly, too.”
“Dude! You gotta take in the fact that she looks at me differently almost every time.”
“And I’m not Dr. Phil.”
Derek got up and grabbed his tray. “Well, while you stare a Anna I’ll be out on the plaza, with my girlfriend. Tell me when you ask your crush or whatever out. Bye.”
“She knows I like her, doofus,” muttered Greg as he stood with his tray.
As he walked out onto the plaza, a thought occurred to him. Maybe I could just ask her why she looks at me, he thought. Then, What am I thinking?! Am I going crazy?! For a minute, I seriously considered THAT?! Her head would EXPLODE if I tried to talk to her!! He remembered the last time he talked to her. He shuddered at the torrent of emotion that poured in with the memory. Then he shoved the recollection into the back of his mind and went over to meet Derek.
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Re: story thread
by Jeanne d'Arc Sat Nov 30, 2013 9:40 pm
I'm really upset angry and confused so I'm just going to.
Feeling1.
Sunny hill clearing
To run around feeling free
Like soaring birds
Hearing frequent chiming sounds
To wish this shall not pass
2.
Betrayal of trust
Denying the obvious scene
Mistake of striking
Noticing the worst
Just leave me serenade gray
3.
How about a dance
A lingo into madness
Visionary words
No one appreciated
Empty to apologise
Feeling1.
Sunny hill clearing
To run around feeling free
Like soaring birds
Hearing frequent chiming sounds
To wish this shall not pass
2.
Betrayal of trust
Denying the obvious scene
Mistake of striking
Noticing the worst
Just leave me serenade gray
3.
How about a dance
A lingo into madness
Visionary words
No one appreciated
Empty to apologise
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Re: story thread
by ammyfs Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:25 pm
i quit at
"She walked in and closed the door gently. "Kathius, my parents said i can't have anbody over" stated Deathly. Kathius chuckled slightly and unclipped the hook on her braw, it slid down her slender frame and loosly hung on the floor. "
"She walked in and closed the door gently. "Kathius, my parents said i can't have anbody over" stated Deathly. Kathius chuckled slightly and unclipped the hook on her braw, it slid down her slender frame and loosly hung on the floor. "
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Re: story thread
by ammyfs Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:32 pm
bonuses is some seriously classic ROT cancer
when you consider the turn the site started to take back in 2009, people writing porn fics of one another was pretty much inevitable
when you consider the turn the site started to take back in 2009, people writing porn fics of one another was pretty much inevitable
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Re: story thread
by ammyfs Sun Dec 01, 2013 12:11 am
ahspinnythings wrote:le filterpass faecammyfs wrote:braw
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