Submitted by Elizabeth Monda... on Wed, 2013/06/19 - 1:30am
The young man used several colorful words as he turned the car around. He was already nearly a half hour outward bound from his parent’s house and now he had to go back. He’d lose a full hour. How could he have been so goddamn dumb as to leave his cell phone on the coffee table? He knew there was no help for it. The Human Resources rep for a pharma company was likely to call about a summer internship he was after. It was a paid internship and a starving college student needed all the income he could manage. So, it was back to the house.
Submitted by Elizabeth Monda... on Wed, 2013/06/19 - 1:26am
He lived among men and women, yet he was always apart from them; perhaps even more isolated from normal people than the others of his kind. He was human, right enough. He had hands, and feet, two eyes, two arms, and two legs. His skeleton, brain and bone were indistinguishable from his more common brothers and sisters. Down to his DNA, he was human.
But he did not, could not, live as did other men. None of them could.
This was originally posted in August 2012 (before I posted the official parts 4 and 5). It was around for about a day before I took it off due to criticism left, right and center. Comments were even blocked due to its controversy (because of the horrid style it had been written in).
The reason I am re-adding this is that through the midst of anger I got from it; I also received sort of praise and pleas to keep it and have it act as the official finale or to at least keep a copy and consider re-posting in the future.
There were also some who were quite saddened at the time as it had been removed before they could read it. So for those who are still curious as to how I ruined my most popular series, here it is. The 'Alternative Ending' I am now calling it and it is to be considered only as like a deleted scene or bonus feature on a DVD.
(Hopefully, this'll make certain people hate the official finale I posted a few months back a little less when held in comparison to this!)
Submitted by Bailey Summers on Mon, 2013/06/17 - 2:36pm
Can I have some Brown Sugar for my Damper? Chapter 8.
Well here I am at Morgan’s again with my young fella and we’re watching movies as Morgan is cooking up a storm.
Been truthfully ages since me and Sam had something like this other than the odd time that we go over to me mums place.
Oh don’t get me wrong I love my mum to death but she’s my mum and when I go over to her place it’s either me doing stuff for her and all her friends ‘cause she’s got herself a builder t beck an call or she’ll me asking me about me love life or she’ll be trying to set me up.
And I’m real particular now about the women that I like.
Submitted by DreamsOfAureus on Sat, 2013/06/15 - 2:05pm
“Damn” I say aloud. “Damn”. Its another hot summer night. I spend it with my buddy Mike’s hard lemonade. Cranberry. Its not exactly hard liquor but lets face it, I ain’t got the cash and Mike makes a damn good drink. The Sour Patch Kids are over and if they could talk they would say “Hey fucker, get off that couch and go to that new gay bar downtown. C’mon fatty. Put the sugar down and back away slowly.” It’s a good thing the fuckers can’t talk.
The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?
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