Caption This (25th Feb)

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Guest Post: Two Makes One

by El Fantasmo

"Stop it! We can't keep eating this shit!"

Their arm was fighting itself, trying to obey two masters at once. The effort caused the veins to pop out and the abnormally large muscles to strain.

"Let me eat it, Brett!" came a different voice from the same mouth.

"No! Dammit Nathan, we'll both get fat, not just you!"

"EAT!"

"NO!"

"Ugggnnnnnnnnnnn, yes!!" Nathan strained to bring the delicious, gooey danish closer to their mouth.

Caption This (18th Feb)

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Seanday Update: Not a Story

I was going to post four short stories today, still haven’t written the second one and that was due to go up in 45 mins. I’m going to give that a miss.

Why?

My father died a week ago, so I'm pretty mixed up at the moment, really can't focus on one thing for any extended period.  I wanted to try and keep to a schedule/routine but it’s not working.

So I’ll be taking a break for a bit--but hopefully not too long as writing holds me together.

Caption This (11th Feb)

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Time Off

Special Guest Courtesy of Mr. Cavanaugh's TF Stories

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.

Cavanaugh’s Celebrity Chatter

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.

Chris Hemsworth: Tired of Acting?

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.

Caption This (4th Feb)

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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.

Caption This (28th Jan)

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Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt2

Previously.... Read it here.

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!"