Seanday Extra: Jarhead Reunion

You stab at the elevator button, imagining it's your friends chest. "You fucker!" They've left you at the wedding reception in the hotel, gone off with someone else.

"Fucker!" you growl, and cup a hand over your mouth. "Shit!" You look around sheepishly.

You press the button again, and suddenly you're pushed into the elevator door.

"S-sorry," a deep voice, slurring comes from behind you.

You frown as you look over your shoulder, it's a thick heavy jock dressed in a cadets uniform. His eyes blink a few times, they're glassy and the way he's swaying you guess he can't handle his drink.

-ping-

The door opens, and you walk in. He follows and stumbles falling inside, cracking his shoulder on the door. He turns, and subconsciously pulls at his jacket.

*Jarhead*, you think to yourself.

You press your button, seven and wait. The door slides close. "You on seven as well?" You ask.

He works his eyebrows and tries to focus on you, "Fourth." You sigh and press four.

-Ding-, "Second floor", the synthetic voice announces.

You're watching the cadet, he's head is back and he's slowly slipping down the wall as his knees buckle under him.

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Seanday Lunch: Fractured

"Jesus, I never realised how hard these guys worked," I gasped pulling off my helmet, and then realised there were still other players around--I snapped my mouth shut hoping nobody heard me.

"Shit, I think I'm overheating or something," I gasped, I felt the world start to spin as I pulled up the tight shirt trying to get some air. It did little to help, my pads below were just as tight.

I was on the verge of passing out when I heard distant voices, and then the skies opened drenching me in ice water. "Better?" I heard a voice chuckle behind me, turning I recognised the face of Joe.

"Jeez, Joe what are you trying to do--drown me?" I spluttered.

"Fine," he muttered, "next time I'll let you pass out and die."

I coughed up some water and thanked him. It seemed to have worked, I felt a lot better. "Thanks bro' it was just a bit of a shock." He nodded, and told me that I owed him a beer.

I should have known how demanding the game was, I had access to Carl's memories after all. But the raw anger, and ruthlessness to win were so overwhelming that I only dared to dip into them the once.

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Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.

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Seanday Shorts: Last One

"Cole do you have to smoke?"

He paused and looked at me. It was a cold hateful stare of a trapped man. He stubbed out the cigarette, returning it to the packet. I watched as he tensed his muscles one by one, was he bored or just testing the limits of the control I had over him?

I'd seen him working over the street, heavy labour and quickly realised he was really strong. He was just one of a handful of men working on the house.

He was usually the last to leave, having to clear the site each evening. So I called him over as he was about to leave, we shook hands as I introduced myself--his last voluntary gesture. He belonged to me now. In his eyes I could see the frustration as I toyed with him, each time he would struggle to resist, but I could see he was weakening.

After a few hours I sent him on his way, told him to act normally. But each evening he'd return to my house, totally passive but his eyes told the true story.

As the days past I bought a new closet of clothes to suit Cole's stature. He showered, cleaned himself for me and got dressed in clothes that I knew he could never afford himself. I told him to take me out for dinner--he did of course, was very attentive, but always the eyes told another story.

Still that was all to change, I'd completed the paperwork now. Cole was able to handle all my finances as he wished.

undress myself was awkward. "Help me," I told him. He carefully undressed me, at 84 years, it was something I wasn't going to have endure for much longer.

"Sit down Cole," I said, and I climbed onto his lap. "Now lay back." As his did I laid back as well. I could feel his strength. "Hold me," I whispered.

He embraced me with his strong arms, I felt his stubble on my cheek. I muttered the words I'd used some sixty odd years ago and slipped into Cole's body. With a gasp, I sat up. Getting to my feet I went to the mirror to see my new reflection. "Perfect," I said in Cole's voice. I blinked for a moment; his--my--eyes. The hatred and loathing was all gone, even though we shared his mind now it was me in control.

Laughing I returned to the chair, took out the cigarette and lit it. "I'll give up at the weekend," I chuckled to myself.

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Trade

by Carlos Palanca

It was a seemingly normal Saturday afternoon as Ben arrives at his friend, Justin’s house. He rang the doorbell to let him or any of his family members know that he’s at the door. A second or two later, he heard footsteps coming towards the door. He heard the door locks click and the door opens, revealing Justin’s mom, Mrs. Shepherd from the other side of it. 

Mrs. Shepherd greets Ben and he politely greets her back. He asks if Justin’s in the house. She informs Ben her son is inside but she also tells him that Justin is grounded and can’t leave the house. Ben assures her that he is just here to borrow something from Justin. She lets him in and tells him to head straight into Justin’s room and she’ll be in the kitchen if they need anything.

When Ben reaches Justin’s room, he notices that the door is closed. He knocks and says, “Justin, open up. It’s Ben.”

“It’s unlocked!” said Justin from the other side. Ben opens the door and sees Justin stripping off his clothes. “About time you got here! I thought that you weren’t going to show up!”

Seanday Shorts: Special Training

I ran down the street looking for cover. Shit, I was panicking now, I hadn't seen anyone for while.

It was a training exercise, in subversion and undercover work. I'd slipped up and the Alpha Team were on my tail. As I rounded a corner I spotted my chance, a lone vehicle. I slowed and approached it, I checked the mirrors. There was just one soldier, looking at his mobile--sloppy, hah, I could talk.

They're always meant to be in pairs, to stop people like me. Opening the door, he looked up in shock, his hand snapped to his gun. "Relax soldier," I said, "the exercise is over. You beat me this time." He relaxed, but still looked weary. "What's your name soldier?"

"Keaton," he replied.

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Seanday Story: Never too Big

"I can't do it," I said as my form shifted back.

"Why not? You didn't have any problems looking like Mike," James complained and showed me another picture.

"He's not that much taller," he said, "if you could be him it'll be awesome." He looked away nervously and added, "I've got the keys to his house."

"How did you get those?" I asked.

"Don't ask," he replied.

I frowned, "I'm asking, tell me!"

James sighed. "I walk his dog, he's going away for a month and he's asked me to feed and walk the dog while he's away."

"So why all the interest in this guy?"

James put a hand on my chest. "He's a male escort and not just the arm candy type."

"Oh?" I was getting interested.

"Yeah, looks after all types of clientele," he tells me, "that's why he's got a Lamborghini parked in the garage!"

"So what are you suggesting? Be this guy for the weekend?" I asked. "What do you get out of it?"

"Think of the bigger picture, this guy is going to be out of the country for a whole month! You can move in!" James said.