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The Tracks We Leave-Chapter Two
I felt the probe moving inside me, invading me. Violating me. The pressure caused cramping in my lower abdomen. “We are going to create something special, “ he said. The doctor. Why can’t I see his face? His voice distorted. Like it was coming through an old radio speaker.
By Margaret Maxfield4 years ago in Fiction
The Tracks We Leave-Chapter One
Chapter 2: Jack Early mornings were when I cleared my head, drank my coffee, and had some peace and quiet. Sometimes my life, and its responsibilities, felt crushing. Responsibilities like keeping my brother from becoming a permanent lab rat. Like raising Lilly, and making sure, absolutely sure, nobody ever found out what she could do. It was meditative, and what gave me the strength to get through the rest of the day.
By Margaret Maxfield4 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia, part three
I must have nearly fallen asleep, the heat winning out over my discomfort, because my mind rambled to something that had happened earlier that day which I’d already mentioned to Jessica. The stuffiness and smell of the boys’ changing room this morning had somehow made me hot and bothered even before the PE lesson, so it was no wonder I felt doubly so after it. But it was only in PE that we got to undo our too-tight uniforms and feel at least a tiny bit like real boys, if you ignored the fact that winning against the girls was out of the question. Getting to go bare-legged in T-shirts we could be a bit plucky and defiant, even tease each other a bit, or at least the more daring boys in our class tried to. I myself wasn’t much use, and I sure wasn’t ready for that yet anyway. I’d left my white underpants on for the lesson because I knew how sweaty they’d get in the game, and brought a clean pair for afterwards into which I’d been changing when it happened.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia, part two
There was no mistaking it. Even from this distance, the familiar perfume with which the stocking was impregnated reached me over the heavy scent of garden flowers, teasing my nostrils far more than they did and setting me all a-tingle. Of course, the smell wasn’t the only reason for that! My mind was whirling out of control and my heart had started to pound, at the unimaginable thought that even now Jessica might be undressing just a few feet away from me!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia, part one
Jessica and I were sitting down together in a quiet corner of the playing field at lunchtime, she without her shoes on as she fiddled and fidgeted away both with her stockings and her hairpins. The latter she was just taking out and pushing it back in again, while with her other hand she lazily undid and refastened her garter-belt, seemingly for no purpose. Jessica was just the worst fidget, which was irritating. I could smell her perfume too, and that was irritating in a different way.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Rika Strong-Arm - Episode 2
Captain Bolter was a reasonable man. He was an honorable one as well, if also strict and unyielding. Seeing as how sailing across the Endless Ocean required his crew be disciplined and he wield supreme authority, he had every right to be a strict man. I also had not expected him to make me work on the trip. I’d absently imagined I would merely sit in my cabin and write all day long. Mistakenly, I had thought I had paid for my passage, but I had paid only for the renting of my cabin. It was space that might have been used for the stowage of goods, and my payment made up the difference in the transaction. I still owed him for both my food and passage, apparently, and was informed I would be working off that debt. I was glad to learn that it would be easy enough to train me to sail, under the care of a capable seaman. The merchant who was paying for the vessel was the only person aboard who did not have responsibilities pertaining to the maintenance and seafaring of the T.S.S. Auriga.
By EJ Baumgardner4 years ago in Fiction
Morgan's Diary, part two
With clean hair swept behind my ears, pink cheeks and of course my very best underwear on, I jumped at Morgan's knock on my bedroom door right on time. Hurrying over I let her in. The minute she was inside, she so smelled-up my small room that I caught my breath.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Morgan's Diary, part one
Well, Morgan seemed to have her birthday smell on! Even by her standards I was getting weak with it even as I approached. There was something about girls like her that always made them twice as exciting and about ten times as hot on their birthday! I didn't know what it was, but I'd seen lots of girls yesterday but none compared to Morgan today. Somehow I managed to express shy birthday greetings.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
12th Ticket Anastasia Talks
Tom Mallam to Jimmy Mallam Hey Bro. The following pages contain interviews, news stories, journal entries, minutes of business meetings, private letters, at least one death bed confession, and conversations between various residents in the Welch town of Mills, UK. Convo between Pike Phipps and Coy Lushington are especially curious. These papers were sent to my office by, Toni Gates, widow of Lenard Gates. Evidently Gates received this scrapbook of sorts from his mother, Anastasia Gilina Boltov. St. Boltov’s Mansion.
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
