Seanday Rest: Monster Cough

Well, some bad news for all the followers. I've got a stinking cold, makes me feel like a monster (that's me on the right). So nothing serious from me this week, although through the mists of medication I'm getting some interesting ideas whilst thinking about the Back to friends story. Plus I'm getting a new series of mini-stories forming in my mind.

Caption This (29th Nov)

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Page Views for November 2014

Hi, I thought I'd start to share some stats from the blog on the last Saturday of each month. Just shows the top ten and how many times the story has been viewed.

Seanday Roast: Dog Suit Part 3

Previously: Read part two

"Yeah, I'm right where I wanted to be, inside the richest kid on the West coast." I turned and saw John McKirkwell standing at the door.

"Romeo?"

He smiled, "Yeah." He held up his arms and turned in a circle. "And ain't I cute," he smirked.

I laughed, "Yeah, I guess. How long you going to stay in him?"

"Until one of us dies I guess, I have no intention of giving him up."

I looked over at Bruno, "So how did you do it?"

"Hung out as the dog for a couple of days, figured out John's routine and the security patrols. Bruno was more of a pet that a guard dog, slept on John's bed at night. Security posted outside at night." He looked in the mirror and picked at his hair, "On the third night I pulled myself out of Bruno, I clamped a hand over John's mouth and jabbed the needle into his neck--it was in the dog-suit." He shrugs, "Then it was just a matter of pulling John's skin on, and becoming the millionaires son."

"I'd guessed you were in when I got the package," I smiled flexing a bicep.

"Yeah, John--I had a gym session booked with Luis in the morning, I needed a way to get my bro' in the house and he was just in the wrong place at the right time."

"Shit man, I'm glad you did he's got an awesome body and a sweet girl at home."

John chuckled, "Yeah I thought you'd appreciate Luis."

"Oh yeah, fucked Amanda senseless last night." I suddenly realised what he was wearing, "So what's up with the fancy duds I thought you wanted a gym session."

He adjusted his bow tie. "I've got to attend a gala soon, thought I'd try on the suit. Besides, I wanted you to come with me as well."

"Really? I know its not Luis's type of thing."

John laughed. "No, I'll be going with my girl. I wanted you to be my security."

"Thought that was Tony's job."

John smiled. "It is." He led me through to another room--the gym. Laying on a bench was Tony, his arms limp, weights scattered across the floor.

Caption This (22nd Nov)

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Nu-You: Genesis

by Cris Kane

Nathaniel stared at his reflection in the mirror as his thumb hovered over the "TRANSFORM" button on his iPhone. He knew that only a fool experimented on himself, but he was desperate to see if his calculations were correct, and waiting until he got back to the lab on Monday felt interminable.

Nathaniel worked as a coder at the software company DigiWarp, working in the virtual-reality division. In an attempt to create a full sensory experience, DigiWarp had been experimenting with nanobots which would enter the user's body and create the appropriate corresponding sensations. If the virtual character sipped a cold lemonade, the nanobots would rush to the tongue, lower its temperature and stimulate the taste buds which register sweet and sour. If the character was lying on a tropical beach, nanobots would elevate the temperature of the user's skin and trigger signals in the brain that made the user think they were inhaling salt air. The breakthroughs were impressive, but Nathaniel was sure they could push the envelope further and actually cause physical changes to the user's body.

When his superiors raised various ethical and legal issues which would make it impossible for DigiWarp to implement Nathaniel's ideas, he began to work on them at home, tapping surreptitiously into the company's computer network overnight as he refined his concepts. Many times, he would come home from a twelve-hour day at the office and spend another twelve hours working on his secret project at home. He rarely slept and often forgot to eat. He had always been scrawny, but he was wasting away to skeletal proportions.

It was finally time to see if all his work would pay off. He stood in his bathroom, shirtless and wearing his lucky baseball cap. He had preset the parameters for the changes the nanobots would make and felt confident that he hadn't missed anything crucial. He could see his thumb trembling, and wondered if his thumb had more sense than his brain did. Maybe he should do just one more review of his calculations, to be sure he hadn't overlooked anything. That would be the prudent...

The screen of his phone flashed "TRANSFORMING". His jittery thumb had brushed against the screen and initiated the process. Oh, well. Nothing to do now but hold his breath and see what happens.

A Lesson Learned

Gus was a good man and very affable but lonely without anyone to share his life.

Outwardly he appeared to be happy, mostly because he sampled the moonshine he made (best in four counties according to his customers). Schooled no further than the sixth grade, life had been his teacher and he survived nicely, just without anyone close to him that he could get comfort from. He had been unwilling to take the risk to love someone for fear that he would get his heart broken.

He was about to get a lesson in what love and sharing with another person was like when one day a stranger dressed in a suit, tie, and all the trappings of one of them revenuer fellas came to visit. Gus greeted him with two buckshot loaded barrels of a shotgun intending to run him off his property for snooping around but Gus was won over by the stranger’s friendly enough manner and the two got along well so eventually Gus invited him for dinner instead. The two men sat drinking Gus’ corn squeezings for a good part of the evening until Gus fell into a deep stupor.

Seanday Shorts: Willing Workforce

I pressed a button on the coffee machine and waited. It chugged and spluttered into a paper cup. It beeped satisfied that it had completed another successful delivery. I took a sip and winced, it was awful. I pulled up a chair and sat opposite Kurt. He looked up at me, a quizzical look on his face. "What is it Michael?"

I said nothing, waiting for the small room to empty. My eyes narrowed as I watched the last of the staff to leave for their next shift. I looked at the clock on the wall--two thirty, shouldn't be anyone around for the next hour.

"You should grow some balls Kurt," I growled.

He shifted nervously swirling the sludge at the bottom of his cup, "It's not easy you know."

"He's a waste of space, replace him."

He looked me in the eye, "I--" he paused, "I can't. Maybe you're right. Maybe I just don't have it in me to do it."

I stood up leaning over the table glaring at him. "You know I'm not sure you're the right man for the job."

"I--I can change. I'll try harder."

"You whine too much. You need to get a spine."

"Give me your face," I growled. "If you can't do it I will."

Caption This (15th Nov)

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Overshadowed

by Cris Kane

Whenever anyone would comment on how pale Lance looked, he always thought it was because he had grown up in the shadow of his brother Alec. He had been referred to so frequently as "Alec's little brother Lance" that you'd think that phrase was his given name.


Lance was only twelve months younger than Alec, but he was definitely the overlooked little brother. He always figured that, by the time he arrived, his mom had been pregnant for practically two straight years, so when she finally got him out of her, she left him to fend for himself, just as Lance's father had left all of them around the time he heard there was a second baby on the way. 



Alec was the definition of "tall, dark and handsome", a lanky six-two athlete with thick brown bangs swooping down over entrancingly pale eyes. In addition to his skills on the football field and basketball court, he was an excellent student and a popular guy, having won his senior class presidency unopposed. They might as well just elect him prom king by acclamation and save everyone the bother of voting. He was still weighing his options for college next year, with scouts from several universities wanting him to play football for them, and many of the same schools thinking he would be a prime catch for their electrical engineering departments.


Lance lacked his brother's natural advantages. He was skinny and a full seven inches shorter than his brother, possessing none of Alec's athletic skills. Lance wore nerdy glasses for his poor eyesight, but wasn't studious, nor was he interested in geeky subjects like video games or comic books. Unlike Alec's chiseled features. Lance still had a bit of baby fat on his oval face.

Clearly not a candidate for any of the school's cool subgroups, Lance figured his natural home must be among the weirdos, the emo kids, the goths and the scenesters. He bought a new wardrobe, heavy on Hot Topic tees and skinny jeans in bright colors. He got pierced in several painful places where nature had wisely chosen not to put holes in the first place. He dyed his hair the color of a cherry Slurpee.

Caption This (8th Nov)

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Caption This (1st Nov)

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