Is It Love?!

Part 4 – The End
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
What was I missing you ask... I was missing Alex. I suppose it's like browsing for a new car, you look at hundreds and somehow always end up buying the first one you looked at. That was how I felt with Alex; or more without Alex.

Caption This (13th July)

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Gypsy Traveller

A day at the beach developed into a life at the beach and today now that I have finally left I have decided to tell my story.

One Night in Heaven

Derek is a stud. His body is totally ripped, not an ounce of fat to be found anywhere. He is 6’2, has dark blonde hair, eyes like two pools of pure hazel green, and slightly tanned skin.

He’s my best friend. I love Derek like the brother I never had, someone I look up to and admire. I am 5’7, skinny with a face and body that only a mother could love, shy, and very self-conscious. I live in his apartment since I don’t have any other place to go. He is there for me and I would do anything for him.

Chain Letter pt4

OK guys, I'm starting to think about what needs to go into this chapter. To tailor it to your interests drop me a comment.

Who should be added to the book; authority figures, people you trust--like firemen. teenagers, or adults?

What about things that could happen within the chapter; good things, bad things, perhaps an accident or something?

Give some ideas.

Caption This (6th July)

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Is It Love?!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – New experience's

We swapped back over night and Alex said he felt much better after his break. However he was desperate for the next body and life break. We all agreed to the swap and each downed our next pills without a moments hesitation. The swap seemed to go much smoother this time.

Once again I was staring at a different part of the room. Glancing around the only person I couldn't see was Damien. Wow I had become Damien in a matter of minutes. Fully clothed but without any of his knowledge. We all struck a high five as a group and headed out for another week of fun away from home.

"Secrets & Lies" by Nemo

Mike let himself into his house. It had been a long day at work and he desperate for a beer, so he was only half paying attention as he walked through to the kitchen. He startled when he heard a voice call out as he walked past the den.

"Hey Mr. Clark." Mike, stopped and turned round, spying the young man sprawled over the armchair in the den.

"Hey Josh." said Mike "Err, what are you... I mean why?" trying to figure out why his neighbours son would be waiting in his den. He knew Josh had finished college for the summer and was back home, but that didn't explain what he was doing in Mike's house.

"Sorry if I surprised you." said Josh "Mr Cooper, found out I was back home and hired me to paint the basement for you. But then he didn't have the right paint and he asked me to wait here while he drove to the shop to get some. I hope that's OK?"

New Friends by Steve B.

Steve B. posted this in the comments for a Caption This back in Feb, I thought it was a great story and warranted a post of its own. Steve, give me a buzz if you want to post any more.

 

*Okay I have never written on this site before, and writing in an old story is probably not a good way to grab attention but whatever. I really like this pic.*

"Have you noticed anything strange about Brody and Kyle lately?" one of the underclassmen football players mumbled to his fellow team mate. The smaller guy fixed his eyes down the hall and saw them. The two most popular guys in school, ever to grace the popular scene. Brody with his short cropped blonde hair and winning smile. And Kyle with his more reserved features and more subdued brown locks. Both were popular beyond belief being not only two of the most attractive guys ever, but the best football players ever to charge through Grover High. The little guy by the lockers looked back at his friend and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know dude. They seem fine to me..." But the older one remained sceptical as he watched them pass by. Brody looked over at Kyle with a great big smile; gave a knowing look and winked at him. Unnoticed by all in the loud hallways, except by Matt by the lockers and Kyle who gave a slight blush before returning the wink with a light smile of his own. The two of them quickly strode down the hall and disappeared behind the corner. Matt shook his head and raised his brow, "there's something weird going on here..."

Caption This (29th June)

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The Carnival of Dreams – Pt. 3

Hard Hearted

George was a miser, worse than Scrooge who, by comparison, would seem like Mother Teresa. Of course he didn’t see himself that way. To him, he was just a good business man doing his job. Nothing more, nothing less. At 56, he had never found love, except the love of money. He had no compassion in him, easily sending a person to jail for missing a small payment without a second thought. Cold and hard.

One night as George was travelling back to his meager lodgings after a satisfying day of foreclosures – he wouldn’t even spend any of his considerable wealth on himself to be comfortable – he came upon a brightly lit carnival. He hadn’t been to one since he was a boy so he decided he would stop and check it out. He had plenty of time. Nobody was waiting for him.

This one was very old fashioned - no fancy rides. Better yet, there was no fee to enter. George wandered among the people, checking out the many attractions. Here was a tent with a sign saying “DESIRE”, there a booth that sold love potions. Bah. Desire and love potions. Such nonsense. None attracted George’s attention until he came to a tent proclaiming “ART”.

Caption This (22nd June)

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