Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Katie and Josh

Story by Sam Weeks

Katie sighed as she jumped into the pool. Today is a day of lasts, she thought. My last jump in the pool. My last dinner with my father (for a while, anyway) and my last days of freedom before college starts.

“Katie,” her father called “I have just fixed some drinks and snacks. Why don’t you come out and we can talk?”

Katie and Josh, part 2

Katie arrived off the plane dishevelled and tired. As soon as she touched down, she called Suzanne.

“Hello, Katie” said Suzanne nervously. “I am so pleased that you are back. I really missed you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Katie asked, as she gathered up her hand luggage and got off the plane.

“Because there was no point. You couldn’t have done anything about it and it was kind of nice that you didn’t have to go through all of that -- especially when I know how much you really care.”

Katie swallowed hard and tried to hold back her tears.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I had to find out nine months later. Why would you keep that a secret?”

“It wasn’t a secret; it was just something that… oh, you know.”

“I don’t know!” Katie almost spat at her. “Now, what’s going on?”

“He’s doing really well, and they said he can go back to college in the fall. He won’t need that much help, but they have had to alter the building a little so that he can move around freely. And we’ve moved Josh’s bedroom downstairs so that it’s easier for him.”

“Oh my goodness,” Katie said. “I just cannot take all of this in. Can I come and see him? Would he want to see me, do you think?”

“Of course he would, Katie. The other day he asked when you were coming back. I have been with him at the hospital a lot and he asked where you were. I don’t think he even knew that you had gone to Spain. Anyway, let’s change the subject. Did you have the best time ever?”

“Well, I did...” she admitted. “But let’s come back to the matter at hand. I just can’t take it in. It is such a shock. You have had months...”

“Believe me,” Suzanne said, “we’ve had months on our own – plenty of time to take it in. But when you see your brother coming back home in a wheelchair, you just know that his life is never going to be the same again. It is very hard – not just for him. Mom keeps weeping all the time. I know she is extremely overdramatic, but I know how she feels. She just says ‘My baby… my baby…’”

“I am just coming out of arrivals now,” Katie told her. “My grandma will be getting me. I will come over later, if that’s okay.”

She walked out of arrivals and immediately saw her grandma. Running over, Katie hugged her, leaving her luggage in a heap.

“Just look at you!” Grandma said. “You are so tanned. You look so beautiful and so sophisticated. Just what has Spain done for you? You don’t look like an oversized kid anymore.”

Katie hugged her closer. “Come on, let’s get to the car.”

They pushed the luggage to the car together, loaded it in, and got in the car.

“I take it you heard about poor Josh? What a terrible tragedy.” Her grandma put the key in the ignition.

Katie nodded. “I did. I am going to go to see him later, I think.”

Grandma drove out of the car park onto the open road. “Look Katie, obviously I know why you took off for Spain. Don’t think that now that this has happened to him, things will change.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that just because he’s a cripple, he won’t automatically start liking you.”

Katie gulped. “I know that. The way you talk… are you trying to say that just because he can’t walk, he still won’t lower his standards to want to be with me? I know by now that he doesn’t want me. He has made that totally obvious. It’s just that I have known him nearly all my life. It would be so weird not to visit him.”

“I am not saying that,” Grandma argued. “I am just saying that nothing is going to change.”

They arrived home and Katie despondently walked in to the house. She unpacked and had a shower, then blow-dried her waist-length hair until it resembled a blue-black curtain hanging down her back. She put on her new blue jeans and a long silver-and-white blouse with flat silver sandals. She gazed at herself in the mirror to look at the effect.

Her father was definitely right. She really did feel good about herself. She really felt different – or maybe she wasn’t different at all. Maybe she was still the silly, shy girl that she has always been… but in nice clothes. She shrugged, grabbed her jacket and headed for Suzanne’s house.

She walked out of her front door, and down the sidewalk past four houses until she stood outside her friend’s house. It looked exactly the same: manicured, perfectly striped lawn; tidy house painted pure white. The only difference was that there was a wooden ramp up the stairs to the porch.

She walked up the ramp and rang on the door. No sooner as she rang it the door swung open and Suzanne jumped out at her.

“Oh, Katie,” she squealed. “I missed you so much. I wish you hadn’t gone. I really needed you. Someone to talk to,” she cried.

“I would have come back, you know,” said Katie. “I actually feel really offended that you didn’t call me. You always said that I was like family. You’re practically the only family I have, apart from Grandma and my father. And then I find out the one terrible thing that has ever happened to you – and you didn’t call.”

“I wanted to, but no one would let me!” Suzanne tried to explain. “And then there is the other issue. You know,” she whispered. “Josh doesn’t even know about that, but I am sure Mommy suspects. You would have come back immediately – and what would have been the point?”

Katie sat down despondently. She felt desperate to see Josh. Suddenly, the door swung open and Josh came into the room. Katie’s first thought was that it was weird to not look up at him. She forgot herself for a moment and ran to him.
“Josh!” she said. “I am so sorry. I only just found out about what happened to you. Do you feel a bit better now?”

“Yeah, yeah fine. No sweat,” he answered. “Enough about me. You look totally great. What has happened to you? Maybe you have just grown up.”

“Thank you,” Katie gushed “And you...” She stumbled for something constructive to say. “Have you been working out or something? You look really fit.”

“Well, I have been lifting weights,” he flirted. “And you know...”

“Okay, Josh,” said Suzanne hurriedly, “let me spend time with Katie. I haven’t seen her for a year.”

“See you soon, Katie,” replied Josh. “Don’t be a stranger.” He left the room.

“He doesn’t seem that bad,” Katie said. “He looks good.”

“That is because he has to move his whole body with his arms. Transferring, and all that. I know all the terms now.”

“Is he still going out with that cheerleader – Muffy, or Cindy, or whatever her name was?”

“Mindy, you mean,” replied Suzanne. “No, of course not. She disappeared a week after the accident.”

“Was he upset?” Katie asked.

“Not about that, no. Of course that just disappeared into the awfulness of the situation. All his friends visited, and a few of what he would have called the ‘uncool’ girls, but Mindy is definitely gone.” Suzanne looked carefully at Katie. “You know… just because he can’t walk, nothing will likely change.”

Katie looked down. “I know, but I still care about him. I can’t help it. It doesn’t just go away, does it? But… you know what, I met someone in Spain.”

“You didn’t say!” Suzanne exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me? We spoke and texted enough times.”

“Maybe we don’t open up to each other nearly as much as we thought,” Katie said, looking her in the eye. “Quite honestly, I am so not understanding why you didn’t tell me about Josh… but there you go?”

“Well,” Suzanne said trying to change the subject, “who did you meet, actually?”

“His name was Miguel, and… you know...”

“No, I don’t know. What happened?”

“Well,” Katie said, elaborating, “when I left, we kind of decided to leave it. He may be visiting here in a couple of months. We will just have to see how it goes. I’m not sure. Maybe I won’t want to see him. Maybe he won’t want to see me.”

“Don’t you care?” Suzanne asked.

“I don’t know how I feel. Spain seems a million miles away. I just don’t know. Anyway, take this.” She threw a little package at Suzanne.

Suzanne ripped open the little silver box and found an amazing silver bracelet. “I love it!” she said, hugging her.

A week past and life turned back to normal. Katie started to go out, see her friends and saw Suzanne every day.

One day Katie went to Suzanne’s house to collect her to go to the mall. Suzanne had overslept and was still in the shower. Katie decided to wait in the garden, as it was such an amazingly hot summer’s day.

She sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the water. Josh bobbed his head out of the water.

“Oh, sorry,” Katie said “I didn’t see you there”.

He shook the water out of his hair. Katie looked at him. She still found him attractive – more than attractive. In fact, maybe even better than before. His body was no longer skinny, tall and straight but muscular, rounded and tight.

“You can look at me, you know,” he said to her. “Just because I can’t walk, it doesn’t make me a non-entity.”

“No, it isn’t that,” she stuttered. “It is... oh, it doesn’t matter. Sorry, Josh. I just didn’t want to invade your space.”

“Sorry,” he said, holding on to the side. “Did you have an amazing time in Spain?”

“It was like paradise, honestly. A different world. The things I saw, the things I ate… It’s just a totally different culture. It’s half of my life, and I didn’t even understand it.”

“Are you pleased to be back?” he asked her.

“Kind of. I’m not sure, but I had to come back, really. This is my life – and I can’t leave my grandma, can I?” She looked around. “Josh, how are you going to get out of the pool?” she asked.

“Like this,” he said. He pulled his upper body out and sat on the side. “Do you know, you’re the first person that has asked me a normal question without avoiding the issue. Thank you for that. It makes me feel more normal.”

“That is fine,” she said, trying not to look at him. “I’m going to see if Suzanne is ready.”

“Are you going to the mall?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she told him.

“Do you need a lift?”

“No,” she replied. “I have my grandma’s car.”

She walked into the house. She sighed as she walked in. It didn’t make any difference at all that she had been away. It didn’t make any difference whatsoever that he couldn’t walk; in fact, it made it worse she thought. She found him ten times more attractive that she ever had before, especially as this was the longest conversation she had ever had with him.

Soon Katie was going to start college. Josh asked her if she wanted a lift to school on their first day.

“I was just thinking of walking there, to be honest,” she told him.

He looked at her. “It is at least an hour’s walk. Why didn’t you think about taking the bus, at least?”

“Just to exercise, to be honest,” she said, trying not to give him any eye contact.

“Let me take you.”

“Why?” she asked him.

“Why don’t you give me any eye contact?” he asked her. “Can’t you look at me now? Do you hate the way I look?”

“No, I don’t hate the way you look. That is what I am trying to avoid.”

He looked at her as she blushed. The secret was out. “What do you mean?”

“Look,” she replied, “just don’t make me say it, okay?”

“Please,” he responded, “tell me what you mean. I may be stupid, but I’m not sure what you are saying. But I may like it; you never know.”

“I always had a crush on you, okay? And you never noticed me. I am still embarrassed, okay?” She quickly cut it off.

He looked at her. “It’s not like I didn’t notice you. You are my little sister’s friend. You and she were always around, playing with dolls, following us around. You were just a kid. And now… well, now...”

“Now what?” she asked quietly. “I’m still just your sister’s friend, who looks a bit older?”

“No,” he said quietly. “You are Suzanne’s friend, whom I have finally seen as more than my sister’s friend, and .... you are beautiful.” He paused for a second. “And you’re wrong. I haven’t ever ignored you. Do you remember when I had the pool party?”

She nodded.

“You wore the most amazing dress. You looked so hot. I was about to walk towards you, and then… I don’t know what happened. Someone got in the way. I tried to find you, but you were gone.” She nodded. “And then I went away the next day, up to the mountains. When I got back, they said you had gone to Spain. Why did you go?”

“I just needed to get away. That’s all.”

He looked at her. She was sitting on the ground outside on the lawn waiting for Suzanne to finish getting ready before they went out. “Could you stand up for a minute?” he asked her.

“Why?” she asked.

“This is why,” he replied, manoevering himself clumsily out of his chair and suddenly sitting right next to her.

They sat on the ground, staring at each other for a moment. He moved his face closer to hers and their lips touched. Katie pulled her face away.

“Why did you do that?” he asked her.

“You didn’t want me then. Why would you want me now?” she replied.

“Don’t say that. It isn’t like that. I thought you were just a kid. You know it isn’t like that. Are you trying to say that just because I can’t walk now, I will lower my standards to like you now? Is this what you think?”

She wanted to shout, “YES, of course that is what I think! It’s true, isn’t it?” Instead, she nodded sadly.

He balanced himself with one arm. With the other hand, he gently tipped her chin and kissed her softly on the lips.

Tears of joy or emotion, she wasn’t quite sure which, trickled down her face. She stared up at him. He reached forward and kissed her again. She looked at him, reached forward and kissed him.

She sat back and sighed. Suddenly Suzanne came into the garden. “Is everything okay, Joshua? Why are you out of your chair? Did you fall out?”

“No, it’s fine. I was just showing Katie how I get in and out?”

“Josh?” Suzanne said, laughing. “Why would she want to see that? Come on, Katie; let’s go.”

Katie looked at Josh for a moment. “Do you need a hand getting up?” she asked him hesitantly.

“I would love a hand from you, but this time I think I’m good.”

The two girls set off.

“Was he coming on to you?” Suzanne asked her.

“I’m not sure, really. He could have been. I couldn’t read the signs.”

“Tell me to mind my own business… but did I see you kiss him?”

“Well… yes, but he kissed me first,” she replied quietly.

Suzanne sighed. “I don’t know what to say. I kind of thought all of that was over. I don’t know what to say,” she repeated.

“It is probably nothing,” Katie said. “I think he felt sorry for me or something. I’m not sure. Maybe he thought that I felt sorry for him.”

“Do you?” Suzanne asked, looking at her.

“Kind of,” Katie admitted. “But in a funny sort of way, it doesn’t matter. When he gets his life back, goes to college and all that, I bet he won’t want me. I’ll be back to square one. Just wait and see.”

Guru's Grace

Sumitra's parents have brought her to India in the hopes that visiting a guru will help get her married. Single and twenty-nine, Sumitra has never told her parents that she struggles with a very particular attraction. Is it possible that the guru knows? Is he able to see into her soul and bring her the man of her dreams?

Sumitra knew what her parents were going to ask the guru. She was turning twenty-nine in two month's time and they were beyond desperate to get her married. She went along to try to be a good daughter, but in her heart she knew she could never be happy with the men her parents found and finding one on her own was close to impossible. There was one very specific thing she needed in a man and she could never tell anyone about it.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Mod update

Just a note:

I've added a sidebar with a list of disability themes from each story.  I've labeled the first post only of each story with a disability.  If I missed any (I'm sure I did), please let me know.  Or if you're the author of the story, feel free to label the first post yourself.  Please DO NOT make up a new theme, or else it will not appear in the list.

Meet the Parents

Story by Michaela

“Darling, you are looking absolutely gorgeous. You should wear that shade of blue more often. It really suits you.” Rosanna kissed her daughter on the cheek. 

“Thank you, mommy. You’re looking well too.” Abby turned to her father. “Hi dad. Nice to see you again.”

“You too, honey.” They kissed, again on the cheek. “Your young gentleman not turned up then yet?”

Abby could not help smiling at her father’s rather-too-formal and old-fashioned description of the guy whom her parents were about to meet.  “What, Alex? No, he’s here. He’s in the living room, waiting for you.”

“Oh?” Abby’s father sounded surprised. “No car on the driveway,” he observed.

“No. Alex doesn’t drive at the moment.”

“Oh.” That was strange. Abby had definitely said on the phone a couple of weeks earlier that Alex was an MD who worked in a family practice.  An MD who didn’t drive was unusual. “So how did he get here then?”

“He got a cab over. His place is not far away. I’ll take him home myself later.”

“Oh.” A suspicion made itself felt in Richard’s head. Alarm bells began to ring. He realized that his daughter had said that Alex wasn’t driving ‘at the moment’. It sounded rather like Alex might have lost his license. Richard jumped to the conclusion that his daughter was dating a drink-driver. It made him feel most unhappy, and if it was indeed the case, it would be necessary for him to have a word about it with her later on. Was this young man going to turn out to be completely unsuitable for his daughter? Richard did not want the family name tarnished in any way. He was surprised at his daughter too… being a lawyer, she really could not afford to be connected with a law-breaker in any way at all, as it would be most damaging to her career. Richard was worried.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Monthly Moderator Post

Due to popular request, I'm going to be doing a monthly moderator post, where I'm going to update you on any changes to the blog and new stories that have been posted.  I'll make the posts mid-month (on the 15th or so).  Since this is the first post, I'll cover the entire summer.


Now if you look at the list of stories, there is also a list of authors.  If you click on an authors name, it will bring you to the first chapter of each of their stories.

If you are an author and I left you off the list of authors, you can either let me know, or you can label the first part only of your story with *Author Yourname.


Short stories:

Blue Moon by Ruth Madison

Coworker Crush by Ruth Madison

Meet the Kid by Jamie

New multi-part stories:

A Date to Remember by Sean Lawson

Amore by ei manushe

Daniel by Sam Weeks

Hollywood Rehab by Aloha

Little Bird by Jane Wheeler

Margaret's Chance by EJ

Simon's Search by Max

Recently updated multi-part stories:

Aurora by RyooT

California Dreaming by Kelly

Parking Lot Desperation by EJ

Sam and Lucy by Vivian

Swimming to the Surface by Jane Wheeler

Recently completed multi-part stories:

Loserville by Aloha

Wow, you people have been busy.  If anyone wants to provide summaries of these stories in the comments, that would be great.


Hi all, it's your moderator, Lee.

Needless to say, I'm really thrilled with how popular this stories blog has become and how many people are contributing right now.  In the past, it was always like pulling teeth to get contributions, but now it seems like everyone wishes to contribute.

Since things are so busy here, I was wondering if anyone has any suggestions for things we can do to improve on this stories blog?  Is there anything we can do to make it more accessible in any way (no pun intended)? 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Coworker Crush

I press the palms of my hands on the smooth, cool surface of the conference table and lean back in my chair, waiting for everyone else to arrive. I love Monday mornings. I know that sounds pathetic, but it’s the best time for me to see Adam while there’s nothing else I need to do. At the weekly meeting I have nothing to contribute, so I can just sit and look at him all I want. He doesn’t know I’m watching him because he’s blind. Though there are times when he seems to sense he’s being looked at and can’t tell by whom.
In a small company full of engineers he is by far the most attractive. He is tall and lean with skin as smooth and supple as stripped willow bark. When it’s his turn to speak, I close my eyes and listen to the rich vibration of his beautiful voice, imagining it whispering in my ear, resonating against the thin skin of my lobe. His breath would send shivers racing over all my flesh.
As with most Mondays, people stumble in clutching cups of coffee and finding seats around the table. Adam always gets the same chair, the one closest to the door, so that he doesn’t trip on the tangle of chairs around the rest of the room. It’s his fingers that enter first, gripping the side of the door frame. He leans his white cane in the corner and walks confidently to his chair, touching its back to make sure it’s there and then touching the seat before he sits.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Hollywood Rehab

Hollywood Rehab

The last thing I remember before I broke my neck is this:

Wandering around some neighborhood around 2AM, very drunk but not so drunk that I blacked out.  It was summer and it was muggy and hot, even though it was two in the morning.  I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt and the sweat was making my clothes stick to me.  Mason was wearing pants and he kept whining about how it was hot and we should go back to his house and get in the pool.  I think I volunteered to drive us, but Savannah told me I was too drunk.

"Shut the fuck up," I remember saying to Savannah.  And she gave me that wounded look that she had perfected over years of manipulating boyfriends.  

She tried to hold my hand, but it was too hot and sticky, and I didn't really want to touch her anymore anyway.  I never understood how a girl could initially seem so perfect looking, then turn out to be so ugly.  That happened to me a lot.  When I first saw her, Savannah looked impossibly beautiful.  She'd been wearing a yellow sundress, not that different from the one she was wearing now (although this one is blue and I hate it when girls wear blue), and her tits seemed so perfectly round and I could see her nipples.  And she had hair that was very blond without being white, and what seemed like a really classically beautiful face.  Also, a great ass.

Then somehow, over the last two months, I just wasn't seeing it anymore.  She went from incredibly sexy to only maybe moderately attractive.  Her face was too long somehow, too angular.  That was probably due to her eating disorder.  And oh yeah, she had crow's feet.  She was only 23, but she already had wrinkles around her eyes.  That girl was going to need a facelift before 28, guaranteed.  And I wasn't going to be the guy footing the bill.

When I wouldn't hold her hand, Savannah grabbed my elbow instead.  This pissed me off.  If I didn't want to hold her hand, why would I want her to do that?  "Can you leave me the fuck alone for a minute?" I snapped at her.

"I just want to be close to you," Savannah whined.

"I'm not in the mood, Helen," I said, because I knew she hated it when people called her Helen, even though that’s her real name.  Savannah is her stage name, ever since she moved to Hollywood from Georgia.

"What's with you lately?" she said.  I could tell if I were any other schmuck, she'd be throwing a full out tantrum now.  But she didn't want to blow it with me, so she was on her best behavior.  Unfortunately, Savannah was really fucking annoying, even on her best behavior.

I didn't bother to answer her question.  I had already decided that tomorrow, I was going to end it with Savannah.  I just didn't want her to mess up my night too badly and ruin my buzz.

I looked far ahead and I saw Mason and Denise had stopped at the fence surrounding a local house.  Mason was scrambling to climb the fence, but he couldn't quite do it.  Denise, his latest vapid blond, was cheering him on.  As we got closer, I could see Mason's beefy face was red and he had a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

"You know, that's private property," I said to him.  "I'm calling the cops."

"Fuck you, Nick," Mason said.  He tried again, but he was just too big a guy.  His center of gravity was too low.  It was pretty funny to watch and I laughed out loud at him.

Mason gave me the finger.  I've known Mason Lunt since we were about five years old and we tell each other to fuck off on a pretty much hourly basis.  That's what best friends do, at least where I come from.  "You think you could do better, Nick?  Be my guest."

I never turned down a challenge.  As I grabbed the top of the fence, Savannah tugged on my arm.  "Nicky, don't," she whined.  "This is someone else's house.  We'll get in trouble.  What if the police come?"

"Yeah, so what?" I retorted, shrugging her off me.  I've been arrested twice.  One call from my father and they let me go without question.  I never even saw the inside of a jail cell.  When your father owns one of the biggest movie production companies in the country, you don’t worry too much about breaking stupid little laws.

The fence had rungs in it that allowed me to get a reasonable foothold.  It wasn’t the easiest thing to do wearing sandals, although I’m pretty agile in sandals, considering I mostly wear nothing else these days.  I managed to scale the fence in under a minute.  My feet landed on the grass of some stranger’s lawn with a resounding thump.  For a second, a sharp pain shot through my ankles, but then it faded. 

I looked around, pleased.  These people, whoever they were, had a kickass pool.  It was lagoon-shaped, and I could see the water sparkling in the moonlight.  Better yet, I didn’t hear any dogs barking, alerting their owners of trespassers.

“Hey, quit jerking off and let us in, fucker,” Mason yelled on the other side of the fence.

I opened the latch holding the fence closed.  Mason and Denise rushed in and immediately start stripping.  I’ve seen Mason naked more times than I’d like to admit, so I’m used to the site of his hairy chest.  He’s about one gene away from being a wild animal.  Denise, on the other hand, was someone I’d never seen naked.  And she had the best body I’d ever seen.  I couldn’t stop staring.

“Do you think Denise is prettier than me?”  Savannah was pouting again.

“Yes,” I said.

Savannah’s eyes welled up with tears.  “How could you say that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should lose some weight,” I suggested. 

That was kind of an asshole thing for me to say.  I was pretty sure Savannah was already throwing up after meals and she was practically a skeleton.  But really, I was just so fucking sick of her.

“Look,” I said, giving the fence an impatient shake.  “Are you coming in or not?”

“Okay,” Savannah said in a small voice.

Once she was inside, I started stripping.  I’d never been remotely shy about my body and why should I be?  I got blessed by the gene pool.  In spite of the fact that I never exercised, I had a near perfect physique.  I didn’t have bulging muscles, but I was trim and toned without even a trace of body fat.  Meth is great at curbing the appetite.

I looked over at Savannah, who was still wearing her stupid blue sundress.  She was hugging her boobs (fake, I’m 100% positive… she’s a liar on top of everything else).  “Are you getting undressed?” I asked her.

Savannah shook her head.

I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to coax her into the water or something like that, but fuck that.  I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and shook it loose.  I looked over at the pool, where a stark naked Denise was sitting at the edge, dipping her toes into the water.  The water must have been a little bit cold, because I could see Denise’s nipples harden.  That, in turn, was making me harden.  Not that I’d ever really be interested in Mason’s sloppy seconds. 

Mason was watching Denise too.  He noticed me looking, and he winked.  “She gives fantastic head,” he said, grinning.  He said it quietly, although loud enough for Savannah to hear.

“Yeah, what’s that like?” I replied in a voice that was definitely loud enough for Savannah to hear.

I knew I was being an asshole to Savannah, but I had given up on caring.  Really, she deserved it.  She was a crap girlfriend.  If she wasn’t so attractive, there was no way she’d ever get a date.  And her dream of becoming a famous actress was the most ridiculous thing of all.  I watched her going over lines a few times and she was terrible.  The best acting job she could probably hope for would be in a porno movie.

“Is anyone going in the water?” Denise asked, swishing her legs around in the pool.  She had a perfectly shaped triangle of pubic hair, which reminded me of the fact that Savannah didn’t wax nearly as often as she should have.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. 

As the others watched, I took a running start and dove head first into the pool.  The water was, as I expected, freezing.  Considering how hot it was outside, it felt pretty amazing.

And that’s the last thing I remember before I broke my neck.  Aside from Savannah screaming.

To be continued.....

Entire story

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Loserville Update

Here's an update to Loserville:

Part 11

It's the conclusion of the story.  At least, it better be, since I wrote "the end" at the end of it.  For those of you who want to read it from the beginning, here's the whole story:


I've also been working on something new, about a spoiled rich kid who breaks his neck, although kind of nervous about posting since it seems like stories about quads aren't as well liked.

Friday, August 3, 2012

PLD, Chapter 11

Chapter 11 is up! :)

A little Q&A...and maybe a little something else :)

Hope you all like it. As always, if you don't, just please be nice about it :)

Happy reading!

Chapter 11

Thursday, August 2, 2012

A Date to Remember (Table of Contents)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A Date to Remember

Hey everyone! After much procrastination I have decided to post a story, mainly as it is about a level of injury I am fond of writing about. I'd just like to say that I don't class myself as any star writer but hope you like it and please be kind in your critique:) P.s Sorry if I have posted it wrong!

A Date to Remember
Chapter 1
Melissa Ryan was a quiet woman, she worked at the local aged care nursing home and went about her business with a minimum of fuss, she loved her job looking after the old people though as she felt like they shouldn't be forgotten about just because they had got on in years. You could probably say Melissa saw a bit of herself in them as she felt a little bit forgotten by society, she had trouble forming friendships due to her shy nature and probably only had one real friend named Shelley. Melissa had also lost touch with her only remaining relative as well and she lived alone in a modest house just outside of town. While she bemoaned her lack of life so to speak she wasn't the clubbing type or one to go to a bar and sink some pool or have a few drinks. She didn't mind the odd glass of white wine though and was just happy most nights to be curled up on the couch reading a book or watching a movie. When her 30th birthday came around though she looked around and couldn't help but feel lonely, Shelley made a big deal out of it for her baking a cake and giving her a gift of earrings but Melissa decided that she wanted more, she knew it was time to try and meet a man.

With Melissa being quite shy she knew the Internet was probably her best bet, as she typed the words "Dating sites" into the search engine her hands almost trembled a bit. After a couple of seconds thousands of results came up, just looking at them all seemed overwhelming and Melissa almost closed the screen immediately."How do I know which one is right for me?" she asked herself. She scoured through the results and came up on a site called "Just for".Now most people who have been around know exactly what the word "fun" means when ti comes to dating sites but not Melissa, she clicked on it and couldn't believe what pictures some of the men on there had posted, she quickly learned it was a swingers site and shut it down straight away, disgusted by what she saw. After that bad experience she decided to head to bed having seen enough. "If all the sites are like that then I'm definitely in trouble" she mumbled to herself before popping into her red and black striped pj's and making her way into bed.
The next morning she woke up and just felt a tinge of sadness. She knew it was loneliness knocking at her door and being a rainy Saturday she would spend it inside with this new book she had just purchased called "Angel on Horizon Road". After flicking past the first couple of pages she decided that she'd had enough of this, she needed to stiffen her upper lip and get back on the computer and do research on some more dating sites. Once again she logged on and could feel her heart pounding, this time she clicked on a site called "Perfect Partner 4 U". She wasn't a fan of text speak but thought it looked innocent enough, she looked through a few profiles and realised she liked this site a lot more than the other one, although that wasn't hard. After perusing 4 or 5 profiles it suddenly came up. "To keep viewing profiles please sign up". Melissa wasn't one to like being told what to do necessarily but she decided that this had to be done. She wasn't one to really sell herself either so decided to keep the profile brief.

"30 year old single woman seeks male companion. 5"6, hazel eyes, long chestnut brown hair, medium build. I like books, music and movies. I'm also someone who likes the little things in life and would love to meet a man who thinks the same way. I'm shy when people first talk to me but then I warm up. If you like what you read please contact me" read Melissa's profile.
She knew it was nowhere near the length of some people on there but she didn't want to say too much, not that there was much to say anyway. Before she even had time to decide whether or not she wanted to put up a photo she received a message." Hey sexy how you doing?" asked the man. She looked at his profile and it said that he "wants to get busy with as many women as possible". Melissa screwed her face up and just thought what an absolute sleaze and deleted him straight away. As she went back to looking for a picture she suddenly wondered that someone might spot her on here, god that would be so embarrassing she thought, forgetting the fact she barely knew anyone to see it. After some toing and froing she decided to put up one of her with sunglasses on, it was a pic that didn't really show anything but she thought it was better than the silhouette of a woman which would be the other option. Melissa decided if any of the men were interesting to her then she could always privately send them a photo. After completing the profile she decided to log off and come back later, setting it up was enough excitement for one day and she decided that she would come back tomorrow to see if she had any bites.

Little than an hour after making herself a coffee and going back to her book Melissa couldn't help but wonder if anyone had messaged her on "Perfect Partner 4 U". She had told herself she was going to wait till tomorrow but the suspense was killing her, "Oh god I can't believe I'm doing this" she chastised herself as she logged in to see if anyone had left her a message. She typed in her username and password and was surprised by the results, she already had 8 messages and it had only been an hour. "Geez if I got this many in an hour how many would I get in a day? Surely one of these is someone I could get to know" she smiled eager to see what these men had to say. Her excitement was quickly tempered though as she read the messages, once again they all seemed to be from men thinking with what was between their legs rather than their head or their heart. "I'm so sick of this.. Aren't there any normal guys?" she moaned. After the first 6 messages she didn't even bother to read the last two and deleted them without looking. She started to beat herself up and decided that she was probably just destined to be alone...
2 weeks passed and Melissa hadn't been on Perfect Partners 4 U again, after a tough day at work though and a lonely cold apartment almost swallowing her up in her own misery she decided to give it one more go. "This time your going to give it a red hot go Melissa" she said to herself. Once again she logged on and found she had in excess of 100 messages, most of them were spam or horny men so she just decided to wipe the slate clean and delete them all, start afresh. As she had a skim through the profiles she saw a couple of men that looked alright, she wanted to message them but was far too shy to make the first move, even if it was from behind a computer screen. After a few of the usual messages she finally got one from a guy who seemed like he at least had some potential. "Hi Melissa I'm Damon, I had a read of your profile and thought you seemed like a nice down to earth woman, I too like to read and am not opposed to a good movie either. Anyway if you would like to chat then please get back to me". Melissa thought he sounded very polite and had a look at his profile, he was a very attractive man with big broad shoulders and a cheeky smile, his brown hair was short but fashionable and it said in his profile he was 6"2. Looks weren't the be all and end all though and if they didn't get along it wouldn't matter how he looked, he definitely deserved a message back though as he was probably the first "real" man she had talked to. Still, she wasn't getting her hopes up.

Over the course of the next few days Melissa and Damon exchanged messages, he seemed like a real gentleman not to mention quite well spoken, they seemed to have so much in common having read a lot of the same books and also their taste in music, this made Melissa start to really come out of her shell and she started to warm up to Damon. After what was probably their 10th message they graduated to talking online before Damon decided to propose a meeting.
"Oh I'm not sure. Are we ready to meet just yet?" asked a nervous Melissa.
"I think we are. Believe me I will be just as nervous as you" assured Damon.
"Oh ok. Fortune favours the brave I guess" replied Melissa. Her last date per se would have been her ex boyfriend. That was 4 years ago now and was a relationship that was riddled with abuse and one she had struggled to forget. In essence it was the main reason she had been single for so long.
They set up a time to meet at the Fountain River Shopping Mall the next day at 4pm. It was a Tuesday which she thought was a little strange." You don't have a job?" she asked. It was a question that had never come up before as they used to just wax lyrical about their love of books and other interests. "No not at the moment" replied Damon. Melissa wasn't overly happy with his reply but she wasn't one to judge, she thought he may have just been one of the unlucky few that had lost his job, with the way the economy was and all.

Soon enough the next day rolled around and Melissa was having a lot of trouble deciding what to wear, she wanted to dress casual but still a bit dressy. This was her first date in years and she wanted to make a good impression, that was if she even got there and didn't chicken out. She was so overwhelmed by nerves she almost called and cancelled but then knew she just had to suck it up, find an outfit and go out there to meet Damon. After a couple of changes Melissa decided on a nice sleeveless white top with a black knee length pencil skirt and some black pumps to complete the outfit, she normally tied her hair back but today Melissa was going to wear it down, she normally didn't wear much makeup but decided she would break with tradition and put on a bit of foundation followed by some mascara and lip gloss to finish off. As she looked in the mirror she thought she looked nice but was terrified that Damon wouldn't like what he saw, she used to be extremely overweight growing up and while she was now a good curvy weight she still had body issues. By the same token though if he didn't accept her for who she was then she wasn't going to waste her time on him anyway. The shopping centre was only 100 metres down the road so she planned on walking there, she took one last look in the mirror and headed out..

As she walked the short journey to the shopping centre her heart was literally pounding out of it's chest, the closer she got to the meeting point the quicker it raced, Melissa knew she had to do this though, she was sick of eating microwave dinners and being alone, plus Damon seemed like a nice guy, she was sure that once they get talking it will be just like on the Internet where they usually ended up talking for hours about their favourite books or quotes. Soon she found herself at the entrance to the mall. "No going back now" she said before taking a long calming deep breath. The meeting point was a quiet cafe at the back of the mall, Melissa had been there before and felt comfortable there so it should make things easier. She ordered a cafe latte then sat down to drink it in anticipation of the arrival of Damon. As she made her way through her coffee she looked at her watch and it read 4:09, he was a little late but nothing to get too worried about she thought. "Just relax Melissa, deep breaths" she kept saying to herself. She picked up her handbag and had a quick look in the mirror of her foundation capsule to see if everything was still all how she wanted it and was glad to see it was. A further 5 minutes passed and Melissa's legs were now starting to become restless, her foot now tapping the side of the table furiously. Just as she started to think Damon wasn't coming she heard a voice calling her name. "Melissa" the voice asked. She couldn't help but think there seemed to be a little bit of a hiss in it but just assumed it was a noise from the coffee machine or something. She turned around to see who it was. "Melissa?" he asked again. "Yes?" replied Melissa before having fully looked around.
"It's me. It's Damon"
"What?? You can't be Damon!"
"Well yes. Actually it is"
"It can't be.. Your a... a.... your a" said a stunned Melissa struggling to deal with the unexpected sight.
"Yes" replied Melissa with her jaw on the ground. She had no idea what on earth to say or how this had even happened.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I wasn't worried if you knew you wouldn't meet me" said Damon trying to explain.
"Well it's a pretty big thing to omit!!!!" blurted out a still flabbergasted Melissa.
"I know. Believe me I feel terrible. It's just ever since my accident no-one wants to give me a chance. They see the chair and straight away delete me as a possible suitor for their affections" expressed Damon hoping Melissa could look past this deception.
"But you lied to me. You had a picture up on your profile of an able bodied person for god's sake!!" protested Melissa not believing her first date in years had gone up in smoke so quickly.
"The picture of that able bodied man is me. Well me 4 years ago, before my accident. Can you please just give me a chance?" pleaded Damon.
Melissa looked at him and was filthy, while she had sympathy for his condition she couldn't look past this deceit. "Look I'm really sorry but I don't think I can date a liar.Goodbye" replied Melissa before going to storm out.
"Wait!" asked Damon desperately as she almost left. "Just spend 15 minutes with me and if you still hate me after that then you can leave and we never have to speak to one another ever again. Surely all those good conversations we had are worth something?"
Melissa didn't want to give Damon a chance but she decided that she would just spend the 15 minutes and be on her way, confident nothing that he could say would change her mind."Ok you got 15 minutes" she informed Damon reluctantly.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it" acknowledged Damon. He had a lot to tell Melissa but it was just a question of whether she would listen or not..