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Ching! The alert came through on my phone, I checked it out and squirmed. It was another selfie from Dominic.
He was a popular kid--far too popular. It's like he was able to steal charisma, sucking it out of people around him. Life friends, would drift over to him; like a moth to a light.
Somehow I'd become immune to his powers, it repulsed me when he was close. His eyes would flick over when we passed, perhaps it was a curious fascination. Was it the subtle lick of the lip when he saw me, the idea of wanting something forbidden--me.
He was my neighbour, still living with his wealthy parents. I looked at the selfie again, it was different this time. His friends that normally surround him were gone. Like he was trying to reach out to me--I shuddered.
Outside I could see the drive was empty, his parents were out--he was alone in the house. I picked up the small vial of liquid and held it up to the light, its azure hue casting shards of light against the wall. Without a thought I filled a syringe, tapping the bubbles free. I hated Dominic Jones so much.
I left my house, for the last time. I'd never be able to return to my life once I started this gruesome journey. Pulling the door closed, I touched its cool hard surface and wondered if I was doing this for all his friends or for myself.
Knocking on his door I waited, he answered looked at me and half smiled. He stood there for a moment, his hand absent-mindedly cupping and stroking his pec.
The vision in front of me; his toned torso, handsome face, dressed in sweat pants, and a sleeveless top. He resettled his cap taking the opportunity to flex his biceps. His eyes sparkled, and he flicked his expressive eyebrows. "Like what you see?"
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Damn Andy was so hot. Ever since the moment that I first laid eyes on him I knew I had to have him. The problem is, I’m scrawny as fuck and he wouldn’t give me the time of day.
After years of being told ‘no’ I finally decided this one time, it would be ‘yes’; whether he liked it or not.
Any resemblance to actual living persons is purely coincidental… almost.
Sean and I had been communicating for a while via e-mail and through the blog on which we both posted stories. We both joked around with each other, often sparring good naturedly through our mails and sometimes even our stories. I never knew what he actually looked like though and didn’t know much about him personally. Then one day the strangest thing happened.
I was browsing my e-mail when I received a new one from Sean. The title was quite simple: “Read This”. I never knew Sean to title an e-mail in such a fashion so I was rather intrigued. I opened the e-mail to find out what he had to say this time.
“Read This One Out Loud.” It started. The next words sure looked like gibberish but as I started to read them as instructed they started to glow into strange shapes, sigils as Sean called them. The next thing I knew I was being pulled out of my body and flying (yes, flying!) to somewhere as yet unknown. In an instant I found myself in a strange room seeing the back of someone typing at a computer.
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I was reading a story late one night on this “Male Transformation” blog that I had been checking out. As I sat there engrossed, I heard the roar of a motorcycle outside. This was normally a pretty quiet neighborhood and bikes were rarely heard here, especially not at midnight, so I went to my window to peer out below.
An eerie light surrounded a lone figure astride a very cool looking machine parked at the curb. The rest of the street was in total darkness just like someone had shone a very bright spotlight in this one place. As my eyes became adjusted to the light I could make out the man. As cool as the bike was, the man was equally as hot dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. He dismounted and started walking towards my front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my doorbell rang breaking the silence of the night. Now why would someone like that be coming to my door at this unholy hour?
Josh had been having a rather troublesome day, but this was nothing unusual for him. It never was when you were dating a trickster. The funny thing about Tricksters, is that they can be anywhere, anyone, anytime. In old legend, it is said that if something is too good to be true, walk away. Only now was Josh seeing the wisdom in it.
Josh had always dreamed of being big and strong, much like his 3 older brothers. However, fate had not given him their muscles, or their jock-like confidence. Instead, fate had given him Adam.
Normally Josh would try and hit the gym at late hours of the night. He didn't like being judged by the muscleheads that lurked the machines. Tonight though, there was only one lone trainer. He had dark shaggy hair that was swept to the right. He wore a pair of black work out shorts, but wore no shirt to cover his washboard abs. Josh could already see he was heavily into his workout, seeing his muscles swelling.
His name was Adam. He was kind, polite, and far from anything Josh would have expected. He wasn't typical by any means. He spoke like a gentleman, but looked like a stud. His voice was kind, and yet his intent came through as interested and invested in Josh. After trying to deny Adam's actions, Josh was swept of his feet.
Josh fell quickly, spending every moment with Adam. They worked out together, but also spent time together at home, alone. Josh thought everything was going so perfectly, but there is always a catch. Eventually, Adam revealed his identity, a trickster.
Josh learned that Adam could change his appearance to fit his means. Currently, he was lonely, though he would never say why. After a shocking show of Adam morphing from one man into another, Josh lost himself. He ran away from Adam's apartment with the intent of never returning. He was not going to submit himself to madness.
But Adam followed Josh.
I knew I was dying but it wasn’t my time I wasn’t ready. The words on my partners lips as she held my head as I slowly and painfully slipped away from physical presence as we know it.
“You can’t go.” she screeched as she sobbed into my chest “its not time, I’m not ready to let you go.”
I was a police man, with great prospects and career opportunities. At only 21 I had an amazing life ahead of me. I was with an amazing girl, we had just got our first place together, we had a baby on the way and were planning to get married in two weeks. Everything I had planned was working out to be true. That was until this sad day when I was shot by a crazed bank robber. He decided it was my time even though I had so much ahead of me. That wasn’t fair and I couldn’t let it happen. It wasn’t my time. But he shot me any way. It was a painful experience and the gun shot hit an important artery to my heart, I had minutes, not hours, there was no time to get me to hospital. I died in the bank where my fiancé worked, in her arms
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