Seanday Shorts: Dirty Fix

Only a short story this week,
currently working on "The Other Mitchell pt2."

Being an agoraphobic was a problem for me. The quack told me I needed to get out a bit at a time. He'd given me some drugs to calm me down, but he had no idea what it was like.

I took a couple of pills, and decided to take a step outside the door. The Doc had told me to take it slowly, and today I was feeling brave.

Opening the door, I gingerly peeked outside. The small hallway between me and my neighbour was usually all I could manage. But today I took a few steps from my door, then it hit me--something like a vertigo rush. The walls stretched away from me, I started to sweat, and my heart pumped so hard I thought it was going to burst.

I pushed the heels of my hands into my eyes, and staggered backwards until I felt a wall against my back. Gasping, I sunk to the ground pulling my knees to my chest. I felt a little better, and with my eyes still closed I edged along the floor.

Ding!

It was the lift, small and confined. Through the gaps in my fingers I realised I'd gone the wrong way, and now I was closer to the lift than to my own apartment.

The door opened, and I knew I would be safer there than in the hall. Without opening my eyes I dashed towards the lift and hit something big and heavy. "What the fuck!" A shout went out, and I recognised the voice, it was James my neighbour.

Caption This (14th Aug)

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Dog Days

Life is good during the dog days of summer. I have a beautiful beachside cottage, a comfortable life, and a very attractive companion. What more could I want or need? My life, however, has not always been so ideal. Not so long ago…

It is time to close the retail shop that I own for the night when this wizened old woman walks in at the last minute. Her appearance completely repulses me – think Nanny McPhee. I’m not exactly prime beef myself – somewhat short, balding, and a bit on the bulging side - but I guess for a man of 50 that isn’t so bad. “Sorry ma’am. I’m closing now.” I try to be as polite as I can while gritting my teeth and ushering her towards the door. She resists my efforts to get her to leave.

“No, not just yet.” She replies in a very commanding voice. She turns around to face me with an evil smile. “I have a new purpose for your life. I think you’ll make a fine mate for my bitch.” I find I can’t move from the spot I am in. The door closes and locks, the front window shades pull down, and the lights turn off. There is an eerie green glow throughout the shop that casts weird shadows everywhere. Why does she think I would be such a good mate to whatever woman she has in mind? I’m not married and I have no interest in doing so. She must really be crazy.

I am suddenly standing naked with nothing more than a silver dog choker around my neck. I can see myself eerily reflected in a mirror opposite from where I am standing. Definitely not a pretty sight. I don’t know how she did this but right now I am getting panicky. I try to object but nothing comes out of my mouth except growling noises. What is she doing to me?

Seanday's Extra Portions: Another Chance

I sent a message to Aaron, told him meet me at the normal place. I knew wouldn't have to wait for a reply; I owned him, he would kill if I told him to.

Walking through the forest, I followed the path to the West. Few people came this way, preferring to keep to the better known routes.

Drifting through the trees I looked up at the sunlight blinking through the branches of the autumn afternoon. The chill in the air caught my breath as I whispered Aaron's name.

In the distance I saw him; his back to me. Aaron, my avatar, my companion, my instrument. I'd chosen him three years ago, because I saw his potential. He was obedient, pliable, and respectful.

I approached him, he didn't hear me. I quietly admired the broad shoulders, and tapered torso of the twenty-six year old. I smiled noticing he'd had his hair cut, he always looked after himself. Walking around I spoke his name, and he turned to face me. Dark stubble covered his face, it looked good on him--I liked that.

"Sir," he whispered bowing his head respectfully.

Seanday's Extra Portions: The Visit

"How's he doing?" I asked Chet.

"Feeling a little impatient boy?" he drawled reaching over and squeezing the jocks arm. "Be about ten minutes."

I bit my lip and pulled off Alan's sunglasses and stared at his glazed emotionless eyes. "Come on, hurry up you fucker!"

Caption This (7th Aug)

Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write.  Three pictures, but check in the new comments section you can add pictures now so post your own stories/pictures!

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Second chance in the game

Growing up I had always loved tennis. It was a way for me to be competitive without being huge. I was never a real big guy, so playing football was out of the question. I enjoyed watching baseball...or more specifically the guys but just didn't enjoy playing it. In college I was doing great on the tennis team. I was working my way up to be one of the best players the school had every produced. It was my junior year when I went for a ball during practice and stepped on another ball sending me flying. It ended my tennis career.

 

It took awhile for me to recover and get over my depression of being out of the game. Finally I was able to find a way to get close to the game again. With all of my knowledge of the game I was able to really easily get a job as a ball boy at the biggest tournaments. It was a lot of hard work but really amazing to be so close to some of the best players in the world.

 

 

Being so close to the players was awesome. Some of them even got to know my name and would talk to me during breaks. One of the greatest players to the ball people was Andy Murray. He was the nicest guy around. So one day after one of his toughest matches he was relaxing in the locker room when I came in to help clean up. Another duty of the ball guy is to clean up after the players in the locker rooms. Andy and I got into a deep conversation. Talking about our pasts and everything. It was amazing. I felt really close to him. After awhile he reached into his bag and pulled me out a drink. I thought it was kinda odd that the star was giving a ball guy a drink but I gladly took it from him. We cheers-ed and that it really the last thing I remember.

Evan

I haven’t seen my best bud Evan in a few days. I am getting worried about him. He was going on a trek in the mountains alone and something may have happened to him. Sure, he can take care of himself, but what if…?

While both the same age, 26, we are very different from each other. Evan is the All-American jock, into sports, motorcycles, and anything else adventurous. Physically he is very imposing – tall and muscled. I prefer more academic ventures. I have a genius IQ and graduated top of both my high school and college classes. I am moderately thin and short. For all our differences Evan and I are as close as brothers.

Caption This (31st Aug)

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Upgraded

Man it is a hot day even late in the afternoon. The woods along the road don’t offer much relief either. Not sure how many miles I’ve gone but it feels like I’ve been walking along this deserted road for hours since my car broke down. Darn cell phone won’t work out here. I hope I find someone to help me before too long.

A few minutes more walking and I see two motorcycles pulled off the road up ahead. Nice bikes – what I’ve heard called “rice burners” or “crotch rockets”. I would run to see but I don’t think my body could take the strain right now. I hope whoever it is will offer some help. They’re my only resource right now so I don’t have any other option.

New Comments & Voting System

Hope you check the comments now and again as I've started to drop stories into them.

Guys you've probably noticed the old voting system as gone now. Why? Well when I did some tests last year I asked you to vote and post the number the vote changed to. Well I checked back about a month or so and the votes had reset itself back to zero, not clever.

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All in the Math - James

Based on a Caption This from Sean…..

All in the Math - Tony

Note: there are 2 parts to this – POV of James and Tony – posted separately. The dialogue is repeated in both to keep the story consistent. I would recommend reading James first. First time trying something like this so hope you enjoy.

I’m sitting in the detention room doing my homework when Tony from my math class turns around and starts talking to me.

“So what you in for?”

“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” I answer.

“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of loser are you?”

“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” I mockingly say to him. He’s the typical dumb jock who likes to pick on nerds when he gets the chance.

“Got caught giving one of the freshmen a hard time in the restroom.” He laughs. “What you got there?” He pulls the sheets of paper from my desk, “Fuck, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”

I shrug, “Not that difficult.” That is if you study and think of more than just sports and girls.

“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." He throws his papers at me. What does he think I am going to do with these?

“Don’t be an idiot all your life,” I throw them back, “the teacher will know it’s not your handwriting.” He really is stupid if he thinks I can do his homework for him and get away with it. Suddenly he lifts his vest showing me his tight muscular torso. What is he doing? Is he gay or something?

“So be me then and write it in my handwriting – you’ll fucking love it.” Before I can answer him he grabs my wrist. A searing pain shoots up my arm. What is happening?