Time Off

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Chris wanted time off. After a rapid succession of movies, he needed some down time alone to recharge his batteries. Not that he didn’t love his family and acting mind you. He just hadn’t had a good vacation just for himself in a while.

There was a break in filming on location in New York City and the weather had turned sunny after raining most of the day so he decided to go for a stroll.  Along the way, he came across a newsstand with a tabloid he had never seen before. Not usually one to care about tabloid gossip he nonetheless picked up the paper and paid the vendor.

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The front page had a picture of the Amell cousins and the second page had a story about Matt Bomer, both of which he glanced at but quickly skipped over. It was page 3 that really caught his attention. There was only one headline.

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The picture showed him dressed exactly as he was now. Intrigued for sure how that was even possible but after all it was only a tabloid so he closed the paper and thought no more about it. As he started to leave he made eye contact with a young man just coming out of a bar. He shivered as a cold chill travelled throughout his body. Shrugging it off as just a cool momentary breeze he continued onward to a small coffee shop. He opened the paper again while drinking his latte, surprised to see his picture had changed.

Seanday Shorts: Changing Up, The Jock

It was time to change, I was getting that itch again, the one that told me my current identity was about to fail. That was a shame, but hanging on it for the past six years meant I'd lost its shine, that excitement, the buzz of being someone else. Shit, I thought of it as my own now, that was never a good sign.

I decided I wanted something different. I'd been through so many generations now. I'd learnt of my power at High School, and my first was a jock, and why not! Hell, it was the obvious choice. Kurt had made my life--as it was--a misery, he was the top alpha. So I took him, made him suffer--just a little.

Seanday Shorts: Pack and Go!

When I told my friend, Jay, that I could get him a free holiday he jumped at the chance.

I explained that if he took these capsules I could get him in my luggage. He sounded unconvinced, but I reassured him once we got to the hotel he’d be back to his normal self and enjoying the sun and girls. That sold it.

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Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt3

Previously.... part1, part2.

There was laughter in the gym. I peered around the corner, it was Jackson; he'd returned.

I looked at the giant, and Tony. I'd already taken a dislike to this Jackson guy, and I was getting an idea.

"Guys, what this guy is doing is wrong," I said.

Tony looked at Hassan, currently occupied by my little bro'. "Really? How's that different to what Jay's doing?"

"Jay hasn't stolen a shit load of money!"

"I want my money back," Hassan growled.

"Bro' it's not your money."

"Feels like it, anyway it's not right, I want it back!"

"That's what I had in mind," I explained.

"Then what?" Tony asked.

I grinned, "I've no problems using the capsules, just need to make sure we don't fuck up people's lives."

Tony shrugged, then nodded.

"So what's the plan," the giant muttered.

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Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt2

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My friend, Tony, grasped my shoulder, "We can't just leave him like that."

We both argued for a while, I told him we'd get the blame. Said the Arabs could easily fuck us up big time. Tony continued to argue, but then stopped abruptly.

I looked at him, then for my kid brother Jay, but he wasn't there. Something was holding Tony's interest; behind me. It was then I heard it, a gulping, gargling noise; a quiet struggle.

Slowly I turned, afraid of what I might find.

"Jay, NO!"

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Just Desserts

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I had gone shopping at my local WalMart store the other day and decided to browse through the magazine section. My eye caught a glimpse of a very handsome model on the cover of a men’s fashion magazine, one of a kind apparently since there were no others like it on the shelf. Upon closer inspection, I discovered the model was Matt Bomer, an actor I recognized from a few TV shows I had seen. I wasn’t particularly a fan of his but for some reason I had an overwhelming desire to buy the magazine and that compulsion and excitement only got deeper as I stood in line to pay for it.

I got to my house and set the magazine down on the table while I took off my jacket and went to hang it up. Imagine my surprise when, instead of the magazine I had purchased, I found a tabloid paper upon my return. How had that gotten there? The front page had a picture of the Amell cousins Robbie and Stephen rather than Matt. Curious, I opened the paper to find Matt on the second page yet every page after blank. Strange tabloid with only two stories in it.

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Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt1

I followed Tony to the locker room, his vest was slick with sweat and clung to his back. I watched his ass pendulum back and forth in his shorts. Damn, had he been working out his glutes?

"Hey wait up!" I looked around to see my kid brother Jay calling. "You guys going already?"

"Jay, it's 2am, me and Tony need something to eat."

"Sweet, I'm starved. Can you sub me?"

"Again? Mom and dad have just left, have you spent your allowance already?"

"Kinda," Jay muttered.

"Jesus, they're away for the week!"

"Come on!" Tony yelled from around the corner. "I need burgers and fries!"

I jogged around the corner, glancing at my reflection in the mirror and ran face first into Tony's meaty chest. "Oof, fuck!" I groaned, bouncing off the man-mountain and falling backwards. He grabbed me, pulled me up, and my face planted itself into his chest. His smell almost knocked me out, two hours in the gyms worth. "Shit, you need a shower!"

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Tabloid News

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Tom was a lonely bitter man. At 63 he had no family or friends and only left his house to retrieve his mail. He lived vicariously through the gossip rags he subscribed to, the ones that dared profit on anything celebrity (and in some cases faux-celebrity) driven news, true or not.

One bright sunny morning he rushed to his mailbox to get the latest issue of US magazine only to find something else in its place. A brown paper package tied up with string greeted his eager eyes, leaving him quite disappointed that he now wouldn’t be able to find out if Liam and Miley were still a couple or if the Kardashians were hogging the spotlight again. Despondently he trudged back to his house, his day now being less cheerful than before.

Carelessly he threw this unwanted surprise package on his kitchen table, not even bothering to unwrap it to find out what was inside. This package, however, was not about to be ignored and Tom was plagued by curiosity until he could not help himself and he just had to find out what he had received.

Tearing through the wrapping after cutting the string revealed a newspaper he had never seen before.

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