Welcome TS Escher

 I would like to announce a new member to the blog's authoring team, namely TS Escher. You may have already read some of their work, namely "THE PULSE". There is another equally brilliant piece lurking within the Caption This comments on the 4th November.

So I'd like to welcome--once again--TS Escher to the blog, and I'm really looking forward to reading his work in the not to distant future.

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.

Seanday Shorts: Bending his Will

I’d been good, nobody knew I’d taken Jordan; just a day before his summer break.

Nobody, except for Jordan.

He struggled, he was strong--that's not changed. I had tricks. He yelled, screamed with fury as I wormed inside him.

I don't know how long I was out of it, but he fought hard. Took me a while to position myself somewhere between his spiritual and physical forms. Something I'd learnt was patience. Jordan wasn't my first--far from it, and he certainly wouldn't be my last.

Caption This (4th Nov)

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The Greatest Gift

Marcus arrived in his typical style on his motorcycle, dressed in his leather jacket and jeans. Marcus was a good kid. Well, not actually a kid but at 30 years of age he was young enough to be my son. We were as close as a father and son, a bond we had forged over the months since I had need of a helper around the house and he had applied for the job. Never having married and with no children of my own, he had become the son I had always wanted. I had repeatedly asked him to be a live-in companion so he wouldn’t have to travel so far but he always declined. He said the ride over helped him clear his head and he so clearly loved riding his bike that he didn’t mind the distance from town to my home in the country.

“Good morning, Mr. Donaldson. How are you feeling?” He asked as he dismounted. No matter how many times I told him to call me Mike, he still insisted on calling me Mr. Donaldson. Polite to a fault, something rarely seen these days.

“Doing okay, all things considered.”

“I need to talk with you.” I almost dreaded what he might have to say. Was he going to leave me for another job?

 “I have a proposition for you Mr. Donaldson. I want to help you.”

“You already do help me. Very much Marcus.”

“Well… I want to do more for you, end your pain. I told this genius friend of mine about you and how I wanted to help you. He helped me develop a special serum.”

He had gotten my curiosity aroused. Had he found a way to cure the illness that was quickly eating my body away?

“This serum would allow us to be together. You see what it does is to turn a person into a body suit. Not just any kind of body suit but one that retains the essence of the original person plus the person who puts the suit on. I want you to become me, Mr. Donaldson. No more pain. No more dying too soon.”

“What?” I was rather taken aback by what he was telling me. Someone becoming someone else? I had heard some very strange things in my time but this really took the cake. Me as Marcus? Absurd.

“I know it is hard to believe but it is possible.”

“I don’t know Marcus. This all sounds far too strange for me.” Even as I was saying that he had taken a syringe from his pocket and injected this strange glowing serum into himself.

Seanday Horror: The Countdown

You look out the window, trying to ignore the argument going on between a huge hairy guy that looks like a throwback from the stone age and the driver of the bus.

Rubbing your thumbs into your ears; fingers on your temples you try to block out the shouting. Closing your eyes you see the driver. He's just as large as the caveman but has rolls of fat squeezed into a sweat stained shirt that's just too small.

The yells ring through your head, jarring and scratching. Just stop, just stop, just fucking stop you scream silently in your mind.

The muffled voices get louder, and you push harder with your thumbs. Louder, louder and then a scream: then silence.

You open an eye, and glance around slowly. The faces of the people around are pale, their eyes wide. They're all looking towards the front of the bus. The caveman stands silent, blood splattered across his grubby plaid shirt.

The drivers all but motionless, his hand twitches spasmodically. Someone near the front calls out. "Is he dead?"

Caption This (28th Oct)

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Seanday Shorts: Mission from Within

I was an officer tailing my mark. A low life pusher that worked at the gym. I had casually mentioned I was looking for something to help me out during training. Carl mentioned he might have something that could help. I asked if I could have a look, but Carl told me to meet him around the back of the gym in twenty minutes after he'd finished his shift.

As I rounded the corner I spotted Carl, he'd changed from his work clothes into a black t-shirt and sweat pants. Over his shoulder a heavy looking kit bag. Carl wasn't big, but as a Taekwon-Do master he was dangerous.

As I approached he looked over, and grinned rubbing his shaved head. "Hey Mr Brent, glad to see you," he said with a confident tone.

Caption This (21st Oct)

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Seanday Shorts: Strained Friendship, pt2

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He pulled up the back of the shirt, and waited. "Comm'n bro, jump in, thanks to you I'm running late. Still go to pick up Sam."

With a groan, I pushed into my roommate, and again he grew to my size. He fixed the shirt, and pants. "Need to get some decent clothes, these really don't show off my physique that well," he muttered. I chose to ignore his insult on my choice of clothing.

As he left, he grabbed the keys to my Lexus. "You don't mind, right?" he asked.

"I guess not," I grumbled in his head.

Caption This (14th Oct)

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Demon Moon

Bryan had always been jealous of his big brother Stefan. As seemed to be quite stereotypical, one brother had been blessed with the good looks and body of a model while Bryan was destined to be the brainy skinny nerd of the family. And of course, their parents had given him the cool name as well. Plain old blah Bryan. While the brothers were not that far apart in age, Stefan never let him forget just who was the alpha in the family, which only made Bryan even more despondent.

Stefan had been particularly cruel today, taunting Brian mercilessly when he had caught him trying on some of his clothes.

“Hey twerp! Maybe you should go shopping at babies are us. You probably could find something to fit you there. Leave the real clothes for the real men.” Stefan had left laughing to go meet his buddies. Humiliated once again, Bryan ran to his room to hide away from the world. Still, while he might not have his brother’s good looks, he wasn’t the dumb jock. He had an actual future that he wouldn’t trade for anything.

His cell rang - his only friend Nicholas, or as everyone called him, Nick. Even Nick had a way cooler name. Life just wasn’t fair. Nick was popular, cool, and, like Stefan, a great looking jock. Bryan could never figure out why he had ever chosen Bryan to be his friend. He could tell Nick anything and he wouldn’t get laughed at or teased. Nick stopped the bullies from pounding him into oblivion. He would even take Bryan for rides on his hot motorcycle. Stefan certainly would never think of doing something nice like that.  Somehow Nick always knew when he needed someone to talk to, someone who could always make him feel better. Bryan adored Nick and only wished he had been his brother instead of Stefan.