Guys, I assume you like the work we do here (not always a lot of comments, so we may just be talking to ourselves!)
But here’s your chance to shine! for the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting an image, one a week.
Caption it or write a short scene and we might just make it into a story for you!
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hmmmm... other than "I likee"
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"Dude, what's with the hood?"
"Lost in da hood"
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ReplyDeletesome pictures are easy; thought I'd throw this one in as a challenge.
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Alpha Scally pt1
Kevin was a bit freaked out by his best mate Terry, he'd been at the party all night sure he was doing all the usual stuff smoking, drinking, bit of dancing and getting down with the girls, but there was something different.
Every time Kevin tried to talk to him, he hardly got a response and when he did say something it was in a low croaky voice 'I got a cold' was the only response.
It didn't seem to worry the others that were with him, they just accepted it but Kevin had been with him this morning and he had no problems then.
Watching Terry make out with Sally made him angry, he was sucking on her tits while humping her through his trackies. "FUCK!" he whispered under his breath, Sally had broken up with Kevin and now he knew why. Terry was meant to be his best mate.
After 20 minutes, he whispered something into Sally's ear and got up. Kevin followed his best mate upstairs to the bathroom.
On the stairs Danny bumped into him and snagged a fag off Kevin, he watched over Danny's shoulder as he disappeared into the bathroom.
It was a good 5 minutes before he could dump Danny and get to the bathroom. Testing the door, it was unlocked - bust in to confront Terry.
Inside Terry was leaning over the basin splashing water on his face, just then he stood up and Kevin saw Terry's reflection in the mirror.
"FUCK! who the hell are you!" The face wearing Terry's clothes was that of a much older man, his top was unzipped and he could see flecks of grey hair poking through the vest he was wearing.
Without thinking further Kevin rushed him knocking him to the ground; there was a dull thud as the guy hit his head on the basin. Terry checked him, he was alive but unconscious.
Rolling him over kevin pulled put his wallet from his trackies; it was certainly Terry's. Kevin looked around trying to figure out what was happening then he spotted it; Terry's face laid in the bath squashed and disfigured in shape.
Picking it up felt weird, it was complete; eyes, hair, that bit of stubble on his chin. The whole thing was an exact duplicate of Terry and was large enough to cover the wearers shoulders, back and even included Terry's smooth pecs.
Kevin bit his lip and held the mask up against his own face looking at it in the mirror; his best friend reduced to a fleshly mask.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" Kevin shouted, he took a deep breath and pulled it over his own head. There was a squelching noise as the damp interior stuck to his face.
Kevin blinked and slowly looked up at the mirror, and Terry looked back... "Fuck!" was all he could say. Kevin cleared his throat and said it again "FUCK!" this time in Terry's voice, Kevin was good with voices and frequently mimicked friends, teachers and celebs.
The masks shoulders and pecs sat uncomfortably on top of Kevin's hoody which he was still wearing. Within minutes he'd removed his own hoody and shirt; Kevin smoothed the lower parts of the mask onto his own shoulders, back and pecs where they attached themselves like the face of the mask.
Kevin touched the fake pecs, circling a nipple; "Damn!" he could feel everything.
Kevin looked over at the unconscious guy on the floor with a glint in his eye. Immediately Kevin stripped out of his own clothes and then started to strip the stranger.
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Alpha Scally pt2
ReplyDeleteMoments later Kevin was pulling on Terry's clothes; underwear, socks, trackies, trainers and white vest. Looking in the mirror, Terry looked back the alpha scaly on the estate. 'Terry' pulled on the hoody and pulled the hood up before zipping it all the way up just as Terry would.
There was a groan from the stranger; Terry slowly walked over looking down at the guy and then climbed onto the chest of the guy pinning his arms with his knees.
"What the fuck have you done with the real Terry?"
The stranger turned his face and spit some blood across the room; "You're wearing him" he said with a sneer on his face.
"Fuck you!" Terry said and punched the guy in the face. Terry punched the guy in the face underlining ever word; "Terry..", "Was..", "My..", "Best..", "Friend..", "You FUCKER!"
The guy blood splattered face looked back at Terry with a grin; "This is from Terry!" and with that he growled and punched him with such force it knocked him unconscious again.
Terry got "his" mobile out and called Jack; "There's a guy in the bathroom that tried to jump me with a knife, get the rest of the guys up and and get rid of him permanently!"
Within minutes a load of guys bundled in and looked at the guy on the floor; "What the fuck are you looking at? get him the fuck out of here!" he growled.
Terry followed them out and hooked up with Sally; carrying on where 'he' left off...
it's a plain pic that's why its boring
ReplyDeletenot worthy for a cap
ReplyDeleteGaz contemplated with dread life in the other guy's body.. he'd broken in to the house so easily, too easily perhaps, but the old grey haired man had caught him.. and the man's offer of the cops or this other way out - swapping bodies and lives - was a dilemma.. if only he didn't face being banged up for a long while due to those other offences on his recorded they'd suspended..
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