Sunday, August 14, 2016

Part Two's

VOTING CLOSES TODAY
Ok, I want to work on some continuations of previous stories. Have you got a favourite you would like to see more of?

I've selected a few to get you thinking.

Seanday Lunch: To Close
Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt2
Seanday Special: The Other Mitchell Part4
Seanday Lunch: Back to friends

Found some others that might be included:

Seanday Charade, Grant's Friend
Seanday Shorts: Pick and Mix
Seanday Brunch: Chain Letter Part 4–A New Year
Seanday Shorts: Turf Wars
Seanday Special: No Credit
Seanday Shorts: Family Responsibilities

There maybe some other, single part stories that you'd wish had been continued. Search some out and have a look around. Put them in the comments below. Remember you don't have to register with DISQUS, just put in a FAKE email address (anything!) and let me know.

20th AugVotes
Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt2 10
Seanday Special: The Other Mitchell Part4 7
Seanday Brunch: Chain Letter Part 4–A New Year 5
Seanday Shorts: Pick and Mix 4
Seanday Lunch: Back to friends 2
Seanday Lunch: Jack's Back 2
Seanday Bonus: Being Terry 1
Seanday Seconds: Double Cross 1
Seanday Service: Jam Jars 1
Seanday Shorts: Body Shop 1
Seanday Swap: Boys best Friend 1
Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt2 1
Seanday Takeaway: In Deeper 1
Seanday Lunch: To Close 1
Seanday Charade, Grant's Friend 0
Seanday Shorts: Family Responsibilities 0
Seanday Shorts: Turf Wars 0
Seanday Special: No Credit 0

Seanday Shorts: The Taker

It had been a good game, we'd won the series. It had been fun being in Tyler for the past six months, but I wanted a change.


I pulled off my shirt and pads, all heavy with sweat and relaxed on the floor listening to some music.

As soon as I took Tyler, I noticed his thick heavy odour. He didn't use deodorant, and from his memories I realised it didn't affect his ability to pick someone up.

He'd been alone, walking back from the gym when I found him. Tapping him on the shoulder he turned and looked at me. He wasn't going to run, or defend himself. He could sense what I was; a taker.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Caption This (13th Aug)

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Sunday, August 7, 2016

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt9

Read pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7 and pt8 here

Brozek’s driver looked up as we approached. “Take me back, Bunny’s broken the kid,” I said jerking my head at Jeremy.


The driver frowned, “Fucking typical, I was going to get him next.”

“Just shut up, and drive,” I growled as we got in the car. I looked at Jeremy, his eyes were wide. “You OK?” He nodded, and forced a smile.

The driver kept his mouth shut for the rest of the journey--smart.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Caption This (6th Aug)

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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt8

Read pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6 and pt7 here

"What should I say to him?" Jeremy asked. "I mean, he's not my uncle," his voice faltered.

"I know, but he's just as much a victim as you. Just call him, tell him you're in trouble. He'll think you're still Bunny.” I thought for a moment, “If you feel him starting to wake up, let me know, quick as you can. You understand?"

Jeremy nodded, wringing his hands. I felt sorry for the kid, they'd used him, and he'd witnessed it all. Worst of all he'd been unable to stop them doing what they wanted with him.


He fumbled through this pockets and brought a mobile, dialed a number and waited. He looked at me nervously, and I smiled reassuringly. “Hello? Uncle Tony?” His eyes never left mine. “I need help.” “I don’t know what happened, the people that found me said I was having a fit.” “I don’t remember, I’m scared can you come and get me?” I gave him the thumbs up as he recited the address. “Menshikov?” I took a breath and shook my head. “I don’t know, I—I can’t remember.” “Ok, ten minutes.” He hung up.

“Good work,” I said. “Is he coming alone?”

“Didn’t say, I did OK, though?”

“You did just fine.” I turned to Ivan. “He’s a big guy, you’ll be able to handle him?”

“I haven’t found anyone, man or machine that’s stronger,” Ivan told me confidently.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Caption This (30th Jul)

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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt7

Read pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5 and pt6 here
I struggled with the Marine; he knew who I was--or was meant to be--but without Menshikov’s memories I had no chance of guessing who was wearing this Dupe. He grinned and twisted my arm. I flinched and grunted through gritted teeth. A smile twitched across his face, and he pulled harder. My tendons burned, and I drew a breath, hissing a cuss.  That's all he was going to get, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg to stop.

A shout echoed from the end of the alley, we both looked. It was Schulz’s platoon, calling him back. He licked his lips. “I’d break you now, but I don’t want to break my cover.” He released his grip and pushed me away. Tipping his head, he flexed. “Gotta love the pump, and this fucker has shit loads.” I watched him jog back to the rest of the men, as I rubbed my shoulder. It sickened me; good soldiers, replaced by Erko’s men.

I waited for a few minutes, nursing my shoulder then continued back to the gym Menshikov had made his base. The aching had subsided by the time I arrived, thankfully the suit had taken the brunt of the attack.


Inside I could see Ivan working out. He’s a giant of a man, or would be if he wasn’t an advanced IA-suit.  He was a mobile holding cell. His prisoner was the real Menshikov, the man I’d replaced. I was wearing his body-suit now, even though it’s too small and pinched in all the wrong places.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Caption This (23rd Jul)

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Monday, July 18, 2016

New Chicago stats

Thought I'd check the stats for the New Chicago story (currently six parts), turns out it's been read over 7,500 times since part one was published on the 5th June.

Thanks people, makes me really proud to know that I've produced a story that so many people have enjoyed (so far).

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Seanday Extra: New Chicago pt6

Read pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4 and pt5 here

I could see that Bunny was wired with pent-up energy buzzing through him. He seemed the complete opposite of Jeremy--the person he was about to become.


"Bunny, you've earned this ride, so go ahead," Erko says.

Bunny jogged excitedly towards Jeremy, rubbing his hands. "Man this is going to be so trippy." He circled the Dupe and peered into its face. "He's so fucking cute." He looked at the original in the tube. "This is him right?" Miller nodded. Bunny pushed his face up against the glass. "Oh man, I'm going to have so much fun. Can he hear me?"

"No," Miller replied.

Bunny giggled uncontrollably, rubbing his groin through his shorts. "The other guys tell me he's so smart," he smirked again, "and when I get inside, I get all those smarts as well." He fell silent for a moment and looked up at Jeremy. "They call me a retard, but I'm not, just slow. I'm good with my hands, and follow orders." He groans deeply and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Caption This (16th Jul)

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