Hook Me.

[KWCrazy]

good grief, where's the rest of it? why you leave us hangin' like that? Please tell me there's more

There is. It's part of a book I'm writing.

 

[brinny]

gonna share any more?

 

[KWCrazy]

It was after four when she arrived at the apartment. The lights were off and the place smelled like dirty socks. When she reached beside the door frame to switch on the lights, the condition of the apartment very much matched the smell. It was badly need of a clean up. There were beer cans on the floor around the sofa and a discarded robe on the far arm rest. A large ceramic hookah smelling of recently smoked marijuana sat on the coffee table. On the floor was a trail of clothes, leading toward Jenny’s bedroom. Apparently, they couldn’t wait.

Stacy went into the kitchen and dug the coffee maker out of the cupboard. Then she rinsed the dust out of the pot and filled it with cold water, which she poured into the machine. The filters were right where she’d left them two months earlier. As she opened the coffee canister and took a sniff, she had to push it away and cough. Okay, if there was weed in the coffee pot, where was the coffee? After looking around, she found it in the sugar bowl. That almost made sense. Not really, but almost.

While the coffee was brewing, Stacy dug her “I don’t do mornings” coffee mug out of the cabinet and sat in on the table. She thought about making something for Jenny and whoever she had in her bed to eat, but decided against it. There wasn't much in the refrigerator anyway but beer, ketchup and a carton of eggs she had bought a month earlier. From the other end of the apartment, Jenny’s bedroom door opened. Jenny walked out, pulling a robe over her otherwise nude body and tying it as she walked. “I smell coffee,” she said.

“Yeah, amazing, isn’t it?” Stacy asked. “Stacy Lyons drinking something without alcohol in it.” She walked over to greet Jenny with a big hug. “I missed you,” she said.

“Mmmm, I missed you too,” Jenny said. When they released from the hug, Jenny kept her hands on Stacy’s shoulders. Her lips pressed to Stacy’s, and they kissed. “Sweet as ever,” Jenny said with a smile. “So are you home now?”

Stacy shook her head slowly. “No, I can’t, Jenny. I can’t go back to the way things were. I’m trying to make a new start.” She turned away and walked back to get them each a cup of coffee. Jenny waited in silence while Stacy poured the coffee and returned to hand Jenny hers. “I’m not judging you; I just have to do what’s right for me.” She slipped her hand in her pocket to get the money, which she dropped on an empty pizza box that lay atop the table. “This month’s rent and next month’s” Stacy explained. “If you don’t get a new roommate by then, let me know and I’ll cover another month. I don’t want this to hurt you in any way.”

Jenny nodded slowly. “That sucks, Stacy, it really does. I get that you’re trying to get your life together, but man; we sure had some wild ass times together. Nobody and I mean nobody can party like you can.”

A tall, dark skinned man with tattoos covering much of his body walked out of Jenny’s room to see what was going on. His partially graying hair hung in a pony tail. His chest hairs were gray too. Judging by his weathered appearance h looked like he had lived a very rough life. While he could pass for someone in their fifties, Stacy was pretty sure the man was in his early forties. His tattoos weren't faded enough for a fifty year old. As he approached the girls wearing yesterday’s boxers and rubbing his throbbing head, he looked over at Stacy. Jenny had said she had a roommate, so it wasn't a surprise to see the other woman standing there.

“Stacy, this is Roger,” Jenny said.

“Robert,” the man corrected.

“Yes, Robert, sorry,” Jenny agreed with a bit of a giggle in her voice. “Robert this is my soon to be former roommate, Stacy. She just told me she's moving out and taking that delectable body with her.”

“It’s a pleasure, Stacy,” the man said. He reached out his unwashed hand to Stacy, who reluctantly shook it.

“Yes, likewise, Robert,” she said. She flashed the man a smile and then gave Jenny a questioning look. Jenny understood and shrugged. Maybe he wasn’t the best she could do, but he was available at quitting time. If Jenny had invited him home he must have showered her with a lot of tips.

“I’m not going to take the bed and dresser,” Stacy said. “You can keep it if you want, sell it or give it to the next person. All I’m taking is my clothes.”

Robert was carefully inspecting Stacy through his bloodshot eyes as the girls talked. He knew that they were close friends. The look on his face told Stacy that his mind was formulating wild thoughts about just how close. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, his body responded with a growing appreciation of that image. Stacy looked away.

“I think Betty Mavis could use the room,” Jenny said. “She sold her car to pay for more implants.”

“Busty Betty got another boob job?” Stacy asked with a surprised look. “Did she get a back brace too?”

Jenny had just taken a sip of coffee and nearly spat it out over Stacy’s comment. “I’ll have to ask her about that,” she laughed. Then she sat the coffee down and walked over to Stacy. “I’m going to miss you,” she said. Her hands went to untie the front of her robe. As it fell open, she gave Stacy a very warm, very intimate hug. “If you ever want to talk… or anything else… come over here any time,” she said. “And keep the key. You know there’s never anything going on here I wouldn’t want you to be a part of.”

When she broke the hug Jenny let out a sigh. “I need to get ready for work. It’s Naughty Nipples Night tonight. Stop in if you get a chance.”

“I don’t think I can make it, but if I do I’ll look you up,” Stacy told her. As she started for her room she looked back over her shoulder. “Hey, Roger. Can you get dressed and help me carry my suitcase to the car?”

“Robert,” he corrected again. Stacy knew that of course. It was just fun to make him think she didn't remember.

 

[brinny]

what's the synopsis if you don't mind sharing it?

 

[KWCrazy]

what's the synopsis if you don't mind sharing it?

A young woman lives a life of abuse and addiction, then finally finds God. Before she can be baptized, she dies. She doesn't cross over. After spending time as an earthbound spirit, she finds a way to come back and take care of some unfinished business.

 

[brinny]

The first part i read, where is that in the story, the beginning?

 

[KWCrazy]

The first part i read, where is that in the story, the beginning?

The first post was when she wakes up in a new body, disoriented and scared. She tries to get out, but she can't. There's no way back. Once in the other body, the only way out is death.

She does get out, in the end.

 

[brinny]

whoa! That was awesome. How far along are you in the book?

 

[KWCrazy]

whoa! That was awesome. How far along are you in the book?

I finished the story. Now it's just a matter of whether I decide to add to it or not. It's a pretty emotional story, but it's only 150 pages.

 

[brinny]

really? 150 pages?

 

[KWCrazy]

really? 150 pages?

Yup.

 

[Lee M]

The watcher on the wall

Young soft hands below the old blade,
This life is not your own they said,
You must fight the darkness they said,

Ever waiting, ever watchful, waiting for dreadful night,
Hands harden around the hilt,
It sings as I grow older,
I don't remember my life before all this,
The waiting, the training, watching for the demons in the night,

Ever faithful, ever true not willing to betray,
I love the old men, the watchers on the wall,
They encourage me and renew the flame inside,
When will the night of omen come?
I wonder what life is like outside these old stone walls,

Part of me doesn't want the blade anymore,
I thought I saw children playing in the distance once,
Who could live out there?
The lost they said, tainted and blind, they feed on each other,
Supposedly it darkens the mind and veils the eyes,
Rotting shells of people,

The trees around here are dying, the grass is black and rotting,
People live out there beyond the walls?
Beyond the black hills?
I am growing impatient, disillusioned,
Are the demons real? Will they ever come?
Is anything really out there in that deep sea of dark,
Is doom really coming?

What was life like before all this?
All this? What am I that deserves such words?
Where is the All in who I am?
I sit here and wait, hand on the hilt,
My small life here on the wall,

None of the old ones have ever met a Lost one,
But we don't base our reality on such subjective points of view,
My great great Grandfather was said to have slain a demon once,
The story is told around the bonfire in the nights,
There is a very old book, that warned us of something coming,
They found it before the fields turned black they say,

I am tired of waiting and I saw the children again today,
Specks upon the hills,
What if there is a different life than these hardened hands?
I don't remember, neither do the old ones I love,
I wander off into the black land to remember again,
Turning back I see the old ones on the wall,
Ever waiting, ever watchful, grim faces that pierce the night,
I love them so much,

 

[chaoticfirefly]

Reading this thread always strikes me with inspiration to write. Everyone is so wonderfully talented and I have to admit, I am jealous of all of you guys.

 

[KWCrazy]

Titerian men were rarely considered warriors before their 18th birthday, and Opidious had just days early turned 16. By custom, the youth of the city were not permitted to carry a sword outside the gate because in doing so they presented to those outside the fortified walls the evidence that they were armed and prepared for conflict. The protective innocence of youth would be cast away leaving a young warrior to face whatever dangers lay ahead as a man. The day they first greeted the world around them as a warrior was a milestone that warriors would remember their entire lives. For some the occasion was greeted with ceremony and accolades. For some the day would be planned, counted down and looked forward to. For Opidious, however, their was neither mention of the timing or the reasoning. His father had simply told him to wear the sword rather than to carry it in a saddle pack as he had done on other excursions beyond the gate.

They rode slowly, side by side down the hard packed dirt road that ran the length of the city. Smaller roads snaked off the main road and wound throughout the city, connecting residences, shops and the few public buildings that were owned by no one in particular. From the obscurity if those roads and from the windows of certain dwellings curious eyes studied the sight before them. It looked as though the pair were headed for the gate. Would the great Opius take his only son beyond the protection of the city at such a young age? The question which arose had such interest that immediately excited mouths spoke to willing ears and the gawking eyes multiplied as the riders drew more near to the gate.

The morning sun was just breaking over the distant trees nut still hid behind the tall protective walls beyond the sprawling mass of buildings. A thing morning for hung over the region turning early light to a lighter shade of gray and adding dampness to the cool of the morning. Though it was still early, the city was already alive with the smells of cooking food permeating from the wood plank homes, the heavy sweet smell of wood burning in wood stoves and a thousand fire pits, and unmistakable smell of horse droppings on the hard packed dirt road. Still, Opidious sat up proudly as the gray mare walked silently along side the imposing draft horse that carried his father. If his father thought he was ready to be a warrior then he was ready. He had certainly trained for it his entire life.

Opidious was lean and muscular for his age. His body was hardened by a lifetime of training and exercise. He was not tall in stature, in stark contrast to his father. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His face usually carried a look that was part smile and part smirk. He took his training very seriously, but beyond that life held great amusement for him. The brooding, contemplative nature of his father was one of many things Opidious did not share with the man.

 

[Pamelav]

It was after four when she arrived at the apartment. The lights were off and the place smelled like dirty socks. When she reached beside the door frame to switch on the lights, the condition of the apartment very much matched the smell. It was badly need of a clean up. There were beer cans on the floor around the sofa and a discarded robe on the far arm rest. A large ceramic hookah smelling of recently smoked marijuana sat on the coffee table. On the floor was a trail of clothes, leading toward Jenny’s bedroom. Apparently, they couldn’t wait.

Stacy went into the kitchen and dug the coffee maker out of the cupboard. Then she rinsed the dust out of the pot and filled it with cold water, which she poured into the machine. The filters were right where she’d left them two months earlier. As she opened the coffee canister and took a sniff, she had to push it away and cough. Okay, if there was weed in the coffee pot, where was the coffee? After looking around, she found it in the sugar bowl. That almost made sense. Not really, but almost.

While the coffee was brewing, Stacy dug her “I don’t do mornings” coffee mug out of the cabinet and sat in on the table. She thought about making something for Jenny and whoever she had in her bed to eat, but decided against it. There wasn't much in the refrigerator anyway but beer, ketchup and a carton of eggs she had bought a month earlier. From the other end of the apartment, Jenny’s bedroom door opened. Jenny walked out, pulling a robe over her otherwise nude body and tying it as she walked. “I smell coffee,” she said.

“Yeah, amazing, isn’t it?” Stacy asked. “Stacy Lyons drinking something without alcohol in it.” She walked over to greet Jenny with a big hug. “I missed you,” she said.

“Mmmm, I missed you too,” Jenny said. When they released from the hug, Jenny kept her hands on Stacy’s shoulders. Her lips pressed to Stacy’s, and they kissed. “Sweet as ever,” Jenny said with a smile. “So are you home now?”

Stacy shook her head slowly. “No, I can’t, Jenny. I can’t go back to the way things were. I’m trying to make a new start.” She turned away and walked back to get them each a cup of coffee. Jenny waited in silence while Stacy poured the coffee and returned to hand Jenny hers. “I’m not judging you; I just have to do what’s right for me.” She slipped her hand in her pocket to get the money, which she dropped on an empty pizza box that lay atop the table. “This month’s rent and next month’s” Stacy explained. “If you don’t get a new roommate by then, let me know and I’ll cover another month. I don’t want this to hurt you in any way.”

Jenny nodded slowly. “That sucks, Stacy, it really does. I get that you’re trying to get your life together, but man; we sure had some wild ass times together. Nobody and I mean nobody can party like you can.”

A tall, dark skinned man with tattoos covering much of his body walked out of Jenny’s room to see what was going on. His partially graying hair hung in a pony tail. His chest hairs were gray too. Judging by his weathered appearance h looked like he had lived a very rough life. While he could pass for someone in their fifties, Stacy was pretty sure the man was in his early forties. His tattoos weren't faded enough for a fifty year old. As he approached the girls wearing yesterday’s boxers and rubbing his throbbing head, he looked over at Stacy. Jenny had said she had a roommate, so it wasn't a surprise to see the other woman standing there.

“Stacy, this is Roger,” Jenny said.

“Robert,” the man corrected.

“Yes, Robert, sorry,” Jenny agreed with a bit of a giggle in her voice. “Robert this is my soon to be former roommate, Stacy. She just told me she's moving out and taking that delectable body with her.”

“It’s a pleasure, Stacy,” the man said. He reached out his unwashed hand to Stacy, who reluctantly shook it.

“Yes, likewise, Robert,” she said. She flashed the man a smile and then gave Jenny a questioning look. Jenny understood and shrugged. Maybe he wasn’t the best she could do, but he was available at quitting time. If Jenny had invited him home he must have showered her with a lot of tips.

“I’m not going to take the bed and dresser,” Stacy said. “You can keep it if you want, sell it or give it to the next person. All I’m taking is my clothes.”

Robert was carefully inspecting Stacy through his bloodshot eyes as the girls talked. He knew that they were close friends. The look on his face told Stacy that his mind was formulating wild thoughts about just how close. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, his body responded with a growing appreciation of that image. Stacy looked away.

“I think Betty Mavis could use the room,” Jenny said. “She sold her car to pay for more implants.”

“Busty Betty got another boob job?” Stacy asked with a surprised look. “Did she get a back brace too?”

Jenny had just taken a sip of coffee and nearly spat it out over Stacy’s comment. “I’ll have to ask her about that,” she laughed. Then she sat the coffee down and walked over to Stacy. “I’m going to miss you,” she said. Her hands went to untie the front of her robe. As it fell open, she gave Stacy a very warm, very intimate hug. “If you ever want to talk… or anything else… come over here any time,” she said. “And keep the key. You know there’s never anything going on here I wouldn’t want you to be a part of.”

When she broke the hug Jenny let out a sigh. “I need to get ready for work. It’s Naughty Nipples Night tonight. Stop in if you get a chance.”

“I don’t think I can make it, but if I do I’ll look you up,” Stacy told her. As she started for her room she looked back over her shoulder. “Hey, Roger. Can you get dressed and help me carry my suitcase to the car?”

“Robert,” he corrected again. Stacy knew that of course. It was just fun to make him think she didn't remember.

I didnt know christians wrote things that belong in an x-rated section. I'm suprised the moderator didn't delete that.

 

[KWCrazy]

I didnt know christians wrote things that belong in an x-rated section. I'm suprised the moderator didn't delete that.

Only R rated. The passage noted deals with a person who was recently saved making a break from her destructive lifestyle.