Guest Post: The Doppelganger

Guest Post by Anon.

"Hey Tyler great job playing on Friday!" I look up to see one of the older football coaches looking towards my direction. Confused at first, I turn to see no one behind me. Then I turn to see the coach in front of me.

"Sorry about not congratulating you on the win but I ended up having to leave the game early and I tried to catch you in the locker room before but you looked busy. Wait you were still in the locker room when I left. How'd you get out here already?"

I'm really dumbfounded at this point, and manage to stare blankly towards the coach. Luckily the coach continues on. "Oh you kids these days, I'm getting too old." He chuckles as I do the same so I don't make the situation more awkward then it is. He then goes to say he has to go do something, and congratulates me one more time and pats me on my back.

I'm left standing there still confused as hell. A headache begins as I scratch my head. As I'm scratching I feel short cropped hair. My hair is longer then this. "Fuck." I curse to myself as I figure out what had just happened.

As I try to locate the nearest bathroom, several other students I never talk to come up to me and either smile, nod or even congratulate me on the game.

Coming into the bathroom the mirror is directly in front of me and my suspicions are right. "Holy shit I can't believe this happened again." I say as I grab my face and push my hand through the short hair. The reflection of my schools quarterback greets me. I open up my jacket to find my t shirt straining against the fabric, holding back Tyler's muscles.

Before anyone else has a chance to see, I duck into a stall and transform back into myself. To my relief my own reflection greets me as I head out of the bathroom.

Seanday Squirt: Not Right

I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.

Caption This (31st Dec)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

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The Date

By Carlos Palanca

“You’re going down, man!” exclaimed Lucas as he turned his black cap around, putting the visor behind his head.

“Oh, please!” replied Conner. “You couldn’t beat me even if your life depended on it!”

“Yeah right!” said Lucas sarcastically.

Lucas and Conner are best friends and at the same time, roommates in their apartment, which is located a block away from the university that they attend to. Just a month ago, as they were on a camping trip, they found a naked guy, lying around the woods. They though that the man was dead but it turns out that the guy was a bodysuit! They only read something about it online but they never really thought that these things exist. Now, they take turns using the suit and having fun with it. The even got a hot girlfriend for the guy, with either Lucas or Conner in control of course.

Now, Tanner, the name of the guy/bodysuit has a date with Kate, the girlfriend. The two best friends are settling who will be the one who will be wearing the suit and both of them are very eager to be the one who will wear Tanner.

St. Stephen's Day

St. Stephen’s Day is celebrated throughout the world in different ways. Just another religious holiday usually but this year was going to be decidedly different. St. Stephen had decided to visit the mortal world.

Joel was just another teenage nerd that the jocks of his school loved to pick on. He was a bright kid, not terribly bad looking in a lanky “he’ll grow into his body” kind of way, and always willing to help other people. He loved superheroes and had quite an impressive collection of comic books.

Rick was the QB and of course the most popular guy in school. He was older than Joel as he was a senior and Joel was just a lowly freshman. He had all the advantages: handsome, athletic, from a wealthy family, and colleges clamoring after him, even if his SAT scores placed him in the “not very bright” group.

Rick loved to torment Joel, except when he needed help with his school work. He would ooze charm and friendliness towards the nerd to get what he wanted, acting like they were best bros. And of course, Joel always capitulated and helped his biggest nemesis. That was just the type of guy Joel was.

Rick had managed to get Joel to do his advanced calculus homework for him, promising to get him into the biggest invite-only party coming up on the weekend. And yup, you guessed it, Rick had absolutely no intention of letting “nerd boy” anywhere near him or his friends at the party. Joel was crushed when Saturday rolled around and Rick was nowhere to be found. Rick meanwhile was laughing with his friends at Joel’s expense. Coincidently enough, Saturday also happened to be St. Stephen’s Day.

Seanday Ready: Scrubs up well

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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"Ahh, sir. Nice to see you again," the shopkeeper smiled. "I assume you're here to look for something for the party?"

I bit on my lip, "Yeah last year was a really amazing."

"We have a couple of new deals," the shopkeeper looks at me thoughtfully. "As you're a regular customer."

"Tell me more," I grinned.

"Well for a standard deal, we've extended the rental to a month."

"Wow! That's generous, anything else?"

"You can purchase an identity, but it's expensive. $25k."

I sucked in my breath, "That's steep."

He smiled, "But you don't have to pay until after you've accepted your new identity."

The wheels in my head started to turn. If I became a millionaire, $25k would only be a drop in an ocean. "I like that idea. Show me what you have on offer."

"Sure," the shopkeeper pulled out a binder and flipped through some pages. He turned the book around, "have a look through these see if there's anything that interests you."

Caption This (24th Dec)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!

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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.

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."

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)

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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."