Wednesday, December 21, 2016

A Chrismas Tale


What a Christmas eve. The worst snow blizzard in a century was howling outside and I just got a call from work. Seems some dumb ass brought the whole system down and now I needed to go into work to fix their mistake. Great.

Bad enough I had to bundle up to go out into the bitter cold and snow but to add insult to injury when I got there it turned out to be nothing more than someone tripping over a server connection that only had to be plugged back in. Someone’s boss is going to hear about this one in the morning.

I trudged my way back to my car, which by now had a few inches of wet snow piled on top of it, and headed back home. So much for my Christmas eve. Bah humbug.

I finally got back to my warm nest. Now to relax. After getting out of my wet gear I went to pour myself a drink. That’s when I noticed this basket by the tree that I swear hadn’t been there before. My curiosity aroused, I glanced at the colorful tag attached. Ha! “Merry Christmas! From Santa” was printed in bold golden letters. Santa indeed! I had given up believing in Santa a long time ago. Still…

I downed my drink, feeling the warmth of the liquor spreading throughout my cold body, and started to inspect this strange present further. I picked up one of the four small boxes. It had a silver “1” embossed on the wrapping. Strange. I looked closer at the remaining three. Each was a different color and, like the first, had a number on it. I started to open the box with the “1” on it. It was Christmas after all so I wasn’t breaking any rules. Nestled inside red tissue paper was a tree ornament of a golden slipper. While quite beautiful, it did seem like a rather odd gift for a man of my age, but not really thinking too much about it, I hung it on a branch of the tree and started to reach for the next box. Before I could reach down to get the box, a bright light started to emanate from the slipper, engulfing me totally in blinding whiteness. I must have passed out for some unknown amount of time, finding myself in strange surroundings when I came to.

My body was craving a smoke, which was odd since I never indulged a day in my life. Instinctively I reached over to the night stand to grab a cigarette and lighter. That first hit of nicotine cleared my thoughts, but why? I swung my feet over the edge of the bed to the waiting softness of plush carpet below. Awake but still not quite focused, I stood in amazement as I looked at the room around me. I had never seen such a bedroom before. I slowly made my way over to glass doors overlooking a porch, feeling my legs move much more easily than normal. As I opened one of the doors and stepped out, the piercing cries of seagulls overhead and crashing waves assaulted my ears. The strong scent of the ocean tickled my nostrils. I stood there for a moment watching the waves caress the sand, so serene and peaceful. I wondered what the rest of what I guessed must be a high-priced beach house must be like.

A sudden cool gust of wind made me shiver, making me realize I had very few clothes on. I looked down to find I was wearing only boxers. Stranger still, they weren’t on my normal body! Instead of my pasty thin legs I was looking at well-muscled hairless tan legs. And I had abs and pecs! Confused, I retreated into the room, trying to decide if this was all a dream or real. I mean after all how does someone suddenly find themselves in a different body? My mind was telling me that was simply impossible.


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Seanday Rush: Prison Pass

I'm taking a break for a whil, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Reagan was woken from his sleep by a clatter against the bars of his cell. "What the fuck?"

"Language!" The guard shouted, "Get dressed. The supervisor wants to see you?"

"See my secretary, I'm busy," Reagan grunted and turned over.

The cell door rattled as it opened. The crackle of a taser stick caught the inmates attention. "All right, I'm getting up!"

Reagan jumped off the bunk and pulled on his bright orange coveralls, tying the sleeves around his waist. "Hurry up, we don't want to keep the supervisor waiting," the guard sneered.


Reagan left the cell, followed by the guard. The cell clattered as it closed again. His cell mate watched them leave before turning over and continued his sleep.

The pair continued down the corridor, flanked by cells to the left and right. "What's this about? I've been keeping my nose clean."

"You'll find out, he's got something special planned for you Reagan. Wait here! Open door B4H," the guard muttered into his radio. The door slid open with a grind. "Walk on."

"Where's this place lead to?" Reagan asked, but the guard said nothing. They turned another corner, in front of them was a steel frame, something similar to a metal detector. "What's going on, I'm clean. I'm not carrying anything."

"What you are Mr Reagan is a trusted individual," another voice replied. "You have a presence in this establishment that's respected by other inmates. Supplemented my your--strength."

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Caption This (17th Dec) - Extra

Stories and stuff are in the comments (usually), posting some extra pictures 'cos todays scheduled ones are just rubbish.

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Caption This (17th Dec)

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

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Sunday, December 11, 2016

Seanday Break: Family Responsibilities

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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It had been one hell of a day at school today. I'd been around the back of one of the temporary buildings with Maverick having a smoke of some of his special stuff when Richardson; one of the teachers, had caught us. He'd marched us across to the principles office, and he'd laid into us with the usual, as seniors you're meant to be setting an example to the other students. I just bit my lip and took it like a man, but when he told me he wanted my father here this afternoon to discuss discipline I balked. I had no option but to agree to have him visit after school.

I'd worried about it all afternoon, and when I returned to the restaurant that our family owned I discovered that a paid event was in full flow. Trudging around the guests I found my father, with his friend Terry. I lived with my father, and my older brother above the restaurant, my mother had divorced him when she came back one day and found him in bed with Terry. My brother and I decided to stay with him, but that's another story.


"Can I talk with you privately," I asked him.

"Sure son," he replied. "Terry, can you give me five minutes? Help yourself to the buffet." Terry nodded, and my father followed me out and up the stairs to the apartment.

"What's the problem son?"

"Just drop it will you, all the son shit," I snapped at my father. "One of the teachers caught me smoking, and they want to see you at the school at six tonight."

"John, that's the third time this month. Was you with Maverick again?"

I looked him in the eye. "And what the fuck has it got to do with you? Now shut up and strip."

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Caption This (10th Dec)

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Sunday, December 4, 2016

Seanday Break: No Credit

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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I tapped Cody on the shoulder. "Can I have a word champ?"

As soon as he saw me, I could tell he knew what I was going to ask. "Yeah, five minutes?" He replied.



"Now!" I growled, "I don't have all day for this."

He apologised to the kid and scrawled a signature on the poster. "Be back in five," he whispered to Jackson sitting next to him. Jackson let out a grunt and waved a hand.

Cody followed me into the locker room, I closed the door and faced him. "You know the rules Grove, two weeks; that's all you get. Your time is up."

The 6'5" player towered over me. "You know I could crush you so easily," there was a threatening tone in his voice.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Caption This (3rd Dec)

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

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Seanday Break: What are you doing?

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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“It’s great of you to invite me out to your cabin uncle Jack,” Tony grins.

“No problem son, I’ve been meaning to bring out here for a long time.”

Tony couldn’t believe his eyes; what an opportunity to be out here with his with his hunky uncle in a isolated cabin in the mountains. He glanced over to the heavy built guy, tight crop haircut—something Jack picked up from his time in the marines— broad shoulders, heavy pecs and biceps that stretched the fabric of his check shirt.

Jack pulled over grinning and turned to looked at Tony. “What?” he laughed.

“Are we there?” Tony asked. Jack just grinned and unbuttoned his jeans pushing his hand down inside. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tony stammers.

A wry grin pulls across Jack’s face. “Nothing you wouldn’t be doing if you was sitting here I bet,” Jack retorts.


“What?” Tony stammers.

Jack gets out of the truck and hikes his jeans up. “Get out Tony.”

Tony gets out, a little uneasy. “What’s wrong?” he asks looking around, the road is deserted.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Caption This (26th Nov)

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Seanday Break: Ring of Deception

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Smiling to yourself you remember the day exactly when you discovered the ring, the quiet run down curio shop in one of the back streets of Alvin, the glint in the sellers eye as he warned you about it ancient powers and the unbelieving sneer of a smile you shot back to him.

It was quite a shock when you triggered the ring for the first time - by accident. Joshua your younger brother by just a year was really annoying you mouthing off, giving you shit. You grabbed him by the throat pinning him against the wall, an action that activated the ring.


You blinked, frozen; just for a split second you glanced at the ring, it was glowing - yellow, orange and then a deep red which started to encompass your hand.

The glow travelled down your arm and started to envelope Joshua as well, it seemed like minutes but in reality it was a blink of the eye. It flashed a brilliant red and when you were able to focus again, it dawned on you that it was your own face your were staring into.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Caption This (19th Nov)

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

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