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Me? Violent tendencies? Noooo!!! Ok, well maybe a little~ XDDD And I agree with lait. After all, who doesn't like a little 'violence' between them sheets ;3Mr Quixotic said:I'm beginning to think you have violent tendencies! Where's that like button,
All in favor, say I!
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lait said:Violent tendencies are wonderfuland are absolutely normal in all ways, shapes and forms.
Public Service Announcement from yours truly.
That's coming from one who'd know; keep those nails sharp for Azairah! xD
Candy_demon21 said:Me? Violent tendencies? Noooo!!! Ok, well maybe a little~ XDDD And I agree with lait. After all, who doesn't like a little 'violence' between them sheets ;3Mr Quixotic said:I'm beginning to think you have violent tendencies! Where's that like button,
All in favor, say I!
Just my impression! And, it's always hard not to agree with Lait, though I'm pretty sure she intended it in a more general context, xD
Oh, and as for your comment, 'I' xD
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Just a shout-out to the awesome, Xana, and to the end of our story. It's only the second, the first being with Mali, that I've ever written to a full conclusion, and Farewell my Lovely was fun to write, with a great partner.
It provided me the opportunity to portray a male character in Tom Ross that, due to the general plethora of requests for nothing more complex than one-dimensional 'Doms' paired opposite one-dimensional 'Subs', I'm not often given the chance to write and, who, in my mind, is one of the most vile of them all, even more so than a serial-killer or two who rape and murder for fun.
At least the latter have the capacity to admit who and what they are, and whilst their actions might be immoral and 'wrong', they possess the mental courage, intellectual honesty, and sense of principle that will not allow them to be swayed from their task.
As anyone who knows me would likely be aware, it is the possession of those qualities in an individual, and the ability to take responsibility for yourself, and fight for what you believe in, that I consider to be the true indicators of strength and 'dominance' in an individual. Autonomy over oneself.
Of those traits, despite his outward masculinity, Tom Ross possessed none. The man was mentally weak and a moral coward. and that's why I call him one of the most nauseating characters I've portrayed, whilst simultaneously being one of the hardest, but also the most enjoyable, to write. In the end, Lila Ross was so much stronger than him.
Thanks Xana, for giving me the opportunity to write such a character, and the cherry on top was the totally unexpected and creative tie-in to Scaremonger in your last post. Lila Ross may indeed make an appearance later on down the track, but in the meantime, I look forward to our next story, in which the males may be even more morally and intellectually repugnant, at least in my eyes, than Tom.
It provided me the opportunity to portray a male character in Tom Ross that, due to the general plethora of requests for nothing more complex than one-dimensional 'Doms' paired opposite one-dimensional 'Subs', I'm not often given the chance to write and, who, in my mind, is one of the most vile of them all, even more so than a serial-killer or two who rape and murder for fun.
At least the latter have the capacity to admit who and what they are, and whilst their actions might be immoral and 'wrong', they possess the mental courage, intellectual honesty, and sense of principle that will not allow them to be swayed from their task.
As anyone who knows me would likely be aware, it is the possession of those qualities in an individual, and the ability to take responsibility for yourself, and fight for what you believe in, that I consider to be the true indicators of strength and 'dominance' in an individual. Autonomy over oneself.
Of those traits, despite his outward masculinity, Tom Ross possessed none. The man was mentally weak and a moral coward. and that's why I call him one of the most nauseating characters I've portrayed, whilst simultaneously being one of the hardest, but also the most enjoyable, to write. In the end, Lila Ross was so much stronger than him.
Thanks Xana, for giving me the opportunity to write such a character, and the cherry on top was the totally unexpected and creative tie-in to Scaremonger in your last post. Lila Ross may indeed make an appearance later on down the track, but in the meantime, I look forward to our next story, in which the males may be even more morally and intellectually repugnant, at least in my eyes, than Tom.
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We're changing over to some new software at work, which means, whilst it's been upgraded and the data migrated, I'm unable to use it, so things will be slow for the next couple of days.
Mum's heading up on Wednesday to see an eye specialist, and I'll catch up with her, and one of my brother's then. Definitely not both as a couple of weeks ago when my eldest sibling came to watch my others sons play football, they, surprise, surprise, got into an argument. Subsequently, he said to Mum, "The next time I want to see him, is at your funeral," which isn't exactly great for her, however, I'm trying to stay out of it as much as I can. It's been going on my entire life, and I became tired of being dragged into their conflicts a long time ago.
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I've just realised I'd forgotten an anniversary. Duane and Karmen, in The Road To Fame, have now been together a year. And one month.
Happy belated Anniversary, Sumi. I've still no idea where Karmen (or Charlotte, before her!) gets her attitude from, xD:
That's four of my stories which have now been going for at least a year, a few closing in on two, with the more recently commenced being written with partners I've worked with on other stories for at least that long. Except for my latest, but I've a good feeling that collaboration will also last long-term.
A shout-out to you all for being such reliable, committed and awesome people, not to mention, great writers.
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One of the above is Xana, with whom I'm about to commence my third story with, An Unholy Conspiracy.
In the spirit of one of the story's intended themes (from my perspective, not necessarily Xana's), I found the following to provide some entertaining food for thought when I stumbled across it a while ago:
Mum's heading up on Wednesday to see an eye specialist, and I'll catch up with her, and one of my brother's then. Definitely not both as a couple of weeks ago when my eldest sibling came to watch my others sons play football, they, surprise, surprise, got into an argument. Subsequently, he said to Mum, "The next time I want to see him, is at your funeral," which isn't exactly great for her, however, I'm trying to stay out of it as much as I can. It's been going on my entire life, and I became tired of being dragged into their conflicts a long time ago.
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I've just realised I'd forgotten an anniversary. Duane and Karmen, in The Road To Fame, have now been together a year. And one month.
Happy belated Anniversary, Sumi. I've still no idea where Karmen (or Charlotte, before her!) gets her attitude from, xD:
That's four of my stories which have now been going for at least a year, a few closing in on two, with the more recently commenced being written with partners I've worked with on other stories for at least that long. Except for my latest, but I've a good feeling that collaboration will also last long-term.
A shout-out to you all for being such reliable, committed and awesome people, not to mention, great writers.
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One of the above is Xana, with whom I'm about to commence my third story with, An Unholy Conspiracy.
In the spirit of one of the story's intended themes (from my perspective, not necessarily Xana's), I found the following to provide some entertaining food for thought when I stumbled across it a while ago:
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It was, of course, sad to hear that Ms. K had been slowly raped and murdered by a common thug over the course of one hour and fifty-five minutes; but when I found out that the ordeal had taken place in plain sight of twelve fully-armed off-duty police officers, who ignored her terrified cries for help, and instead just watched until the act was carried to its gruesome end, I found myself facing a personal crisis. You see, the officers had all been very close friends of mine, but now I found my trust in them shaken to its core. Fortunately, I was able to talk with them afterwards, and ask them how they could have stood by and done nothing when they could so easily have saved Ms. K.
"I thought about intervening," said the first officer, "but it occurred to me that it was obviously better for the murderer to be able to exercise his free will than to have it restricted. I deeply regret the choices he made, but that's the price of having a world with free agents. Would you rather everyone in the world were a robot? The attacker's choices certainly weren't in my control, so I can't be held responsible for his actions."
"Well," said the second officer, "my motivation was a little bit different. I was about to pull my gun on the murderer when I thought to myself, 'But wait, wouldn't this be a perfect opportunity for some unarmed bystander to exercise selfless heroism, should he chance to walk by? If I were to intervene all the time like I was just about to, then no one would ever be able to exercise such a virtue. In fact, everyone would probably become very spoiled and self-centered if I were to prevent every act of rape and murder.' So I backed off. It's unfortunate that no one actually showed up to heroically intervene, but that's the price of having a universe where people can display virtue and maturity. Would you rather the world were nothing but love, peace, and roses?"
"I didn't even consider stepping in," said the third officer. "I probably would have if I hadn't had so much experience of life as a whole, since Ms. K's rape and murder admittedly seems pretty horrible when taken in isolation. But when you put it into context with the rest of life, it actually adds to the overall beauty of the big picture. Ms. K.'s screams were like the discordant notes that make fine musical pieces better than they would have been had all the notes been flawless. In fact, I could scarcely keep from waving my hands around, imagining that I myself was conducting the delicious nuances of the orchestra."
"When I first arrived on the scene, I actually drew my gun and pointed it right at the rapist's head," confessed the fourth officer, with a very guilty look on his face. "I'm deeply ashamed I did that. Do you know how close I came to destroying all of the goodness in the world? I mean, we all know there can't be any good without evil. Fortunately, I remembered this just in time, and a wave of such strong nausea came over me when I realized what I had almost done, that it knocked me to my hands and knees. Man, was that a close one."
"Look, there's really no point in my trying to explain the details to you," said the fifth officer, who we had nicknamed 'Brainiac' because he had an encyclopedic knowledge of literally everything and an IQ way off the charts. "There's an excellent reason for why I did not intervene, but it's just way too complicated for you to understand, so I'm not even going to bother trying. I mean, you admit you are nowhere near as knowledgeable as I am, so what right do you have to judge? Just so there's no misunderstanding, though, let me point out that no one could care about Ms. K. more than I did, and that I am, in fact, a very good person. That settles that."
"I would have defended Ms. K," said the sixth officer, who was notoriously careful about staying out of the public eye, "but it simply was not feasible. You see, I want everyone to freely choose to believe in me. But if I were to step in every time someone was about to be raped or murdered, then the evidence would be so clear-cut that everyone would be forced to believe in me. Can you imagine a more diabolical infringement upon their free wills? Obviously, it was better for me to back off and let Ms. K be raped and murdered. Now everyone can freely choose to believe that there is this extraordinary cop out there who loves them like his own children."
"What are you complaining about?" exclaimed the seventh officer when I turned to him, his eyebrows shooting up in exasperated disbelief. "I just saved a woman from getting raped and murdered last week! Do I have to jump in every time I see something like that about to happen? I would say the fact that more women are not raped and murdered in this city is almost miraculous testimony to my goodness."
The eighth officer, too, looked frustrated. "Nothing I do is good enough! Do you know how much worse it could have been? The thug actually had a blowtorch with him when he started out, but I said 'No way, not on my watch,' and knocked it away from him with my nightstick. Sure, I let him keep the switchblade, the pliers, the coat hanger, and the vial of acid, but think how much worse it would have been with a blowtorch! Ms. K should have thanked her lucky stars that someone so loving was there to watch over her."
"I'll let you in on a secret," said the ninth officer."Moments after Ms. K. flatlined, I had her resuscitated, and flown to a tropical resort where she is now experiencing extraordinary bliss, and her ordeal is just a distant memory. I'm sure you would agree that that's more than adequate compensation for her suffering, so the fact that I just stood there watching instead of intervening has no bearing at all on my goodness."
The tenth officer gave us all quite a start when he revealed a surprising secret about Ms. K. "I genetically engineered her from scratch. I made her, therefore she's my property, and I can do whatever I want with her. I could rape and murder her myself if I were so inclined, and it would be no worse than you tearing up a piece of paper you own. So there is no question of my being a bad person for not helping her."
The eleventh officer chimed in, gesturing at the tenth officer "I hired him to create Ms. K for me, because I wanted someone to love and worship me. But when I approached Ms. K about the matter, she actually turned away from me, as though she could find meaning and happiness with someone else! So I decided the loving thing to do would be to break her spirit by arranging to have her raped and murdered by a common thug, so that she might turn to me in her extraordinary suffering, thereby fulfilling the purpose for which she had been created. Well, mission accomplished, I'm happy to say! A few seconds before she died, she was so insane with terror and pain that she actually convinced herself she loved me, since she knew that only I could end her ordeal. I'll never forget the love in her eyes when she looked up at me the last time, begging for mercy, right before the thug bent over and slit her throat. It was so beautiful it still brings me to tears. Now I just have to go to that island so she can claim her prize of servitude."
"Well, this is quite a coincidence," chuckled the twelfth officer. "It looks like the thug got himself double pay, because I actually hired him to carry out the murder, too! Why? Oh, well it was just a test. Ms. K and I had been dating for some time (no offense, I didn't know she was someone else's property), and one beautiful night she finally told me she loved me. So, naturally, I wanted to see whether this was indeed love - that is, whether she would continue to adore me even while drowning in a pool of her own tears and blood, with me standing before her doing nothing."
By now, it had become clear to me that any difficulty I might have had in reconciling the presumed goodness of the officers with their behavior that day was unfounded, and that anyone who sided against them could do so only for love of evil over good. After all, anyone who has experienced their friendship in the way I have knows that they are good. Their goodness is even manifest in my life - I was in a shambles before I met them, but now everyone remarks on what a changed person I am, so much kinder and happier, apparently possessed of an inner calm. And I have met so many others who feel exactly the same way about them - so many who, like me, know in their hearts the truth that others try to rationalize away with their cold reason and sterile logic. I am ashamed that I ever doubted the entitlement of the twelve officers to my loyalty and my love.
As I was getting ready to leave, the first officer spoke up again. "By the way, I also think you should know that when we stood there watching Ms. K. get raped and stabbed over and over, we were suffering along with her, and we experienced exactly the same pain she did, or perhaps even more." And everyone in the room, myself included, nodded his head in agreement.
It was, of course, sad to hear that Ms. K had been slowly raped and murdered by a common thug over the course of one hour and fifty-five minutes; but when I found out that the ordeal had taken place in plain sight of twelve fully-armed off-duty police officers, who ignored her terrified cries for help, and instead just watched until the act was carried to its gruesome end, I found myself facing a personal crisis. You see, the officers had all been very close friends of mine, but now I found my trust in them shaken to its core. Fortunately, I was able to talk with them afterwards, and ask them how they could have stood by and done nothing when they could so easily have saved Ms. K.
"I thought about intervening," said the first officer, "but it occurred to me that it was obviously better for the murderer to be able to exercise his free will than to have it restricted. I deeply regret the choices he made, but that's the price of having a world with free agents. Would you rather everyone in the world were a robot? The attacker's choices certainly weren't in my control, so I can't be held responsible for his actions."
"Well," said the second officer, "my motivation was a little bit different. I was about to pull my gun on the murderer when I thought to myself, 'But wait, wouldn't this be a perfect opportunity for some unarmed bystander to exercise selfless heroism, should he chance to walk by? If I were to intervene all the time like I was just about to, then no one would ever be able to exercise such a virtue. In fact, everyone would probably become very spoiled and self-centered if I were to prevent every act of rape and murder.' So I backed off. It's unfortunate that no one actually showed up to heroically intervene, but that's the price of having a universe where people can display virtue and maturity. Would you rather the world were nothing but love, peace, and roses?"
"I didn't even consider stepping in," said the third officer. "I probably would have if I hadn't had so much experience of life as a whole, since Ms. K's rape and murder admittedly seems pretty horrible when taken in isolation. But when you put it into context with the rest of life, it actually adds to the overall beauty of the big picture. Ms. K.'s screams were like the discordant notes that make fine musical pieces better than they would have been had all the notes been flawless. In fact, I could scarcely keep from waving my hands around, imagining that I myself was conducting the delicious nuances of the orchestra."
"When I first arrived on the scene, I actually drew my gun and pointed it right at the rapist's head," confessed the fourth officer, with a very guilty look on his face. "I'm deeply ashamed I did that. Do you know how close I came to destroying all of the goodness in the world? I mean, we all know there can't be any good without evil. Fortunately, I remembered this just in time, and a wave of such strong nausea came over me when I realized what I had almost done, that it knocked me to my hands and knees. Man, was that a close one."
"Look, there's really no point in my trying to explain the details to you," said the fifth officer, who we had nicknamed 'Brainiac' because he had an encyclopedic knowledge of literally everything and an IQ way off the charts. "There's an excellent reason for why I did not intervene, but it's just way too complicated for you to understand, so I'm not even going to bother trying. I mean, you admit you are nowhere near as knowledgeable as I am, so what right do you have to judge? Just so there's no misunderstanding, though, let me point out that no one could care about Ms. K. more than I did, and that I am, in fact, a very good person. That settles that."
"I would have defended Ms. K," said the sixth officer, who was notoriously careful about staying out of the public eye, "but it simply was not feasible. You see, I want everyone to freely choose to believe in me. But if I were to step in every time someone was about to be raped or murdered, then the evidence would be so clear-cut that everyone would be forced to believe in me. Can you imagine a more diabolical infringement upon their free wills? Obviously, it was better for me to back off and let Ms. K be raped and murdered. Now everyone can freely choose to believe that there is this extraordinary cop out there who loves them like his own children."
"What are you complaining about?" exclaimed the seventh officer when I turned to him, his eyebrows shooting up in exasperated disbelief. "I just saved a woman from getting raped and murdered last week! Do I have to jump in every time I see something like that about to happen? I would say the fact that more women are not raped and murdered in this city is almost miraculous testimony to my goodness."
The eighth officer, too, looked frustrated. "Nothing I do is good enough! Do you know how much worse it could have been? The thug actually had a blowtorch with him when he started out, but I said 'No way, not on my watch,' and knocked it away from him with my nightstick. Sure, I let him keep the switchblade, the pliers, the coat hanger, and the vial of acid, but think how much worse it would have been with a blowtorch! Ms. K should have thanked her lucky stars that someone so loving was there to watch over her."
"I'll let you in on a secret," said the ninth officer."Moments after Ms. K. flatlined, I had her resuscitated, and flown to a tropical resort where she is now experiencing extraordinary bliss, and her ordeal is just a distant memory. I'm sure you would agree that that's more than adequate compensation for her suffering, so the fact that I just stood there watching instead of intervening has no bearing at all on my goodness."
The tenth officer gave us all quite a start when he revealed a surprising secret about Ms. K. "I genetically engineered her from scratch. I made her, therefore she's my property, and I can do whatever I want with her. I could rape and murder her myself if I were so inclined, and it would be no worse than you tearing up a piece of paper you own. So there is no question of my being a bad person for not helping her."
The eleventh officer chimed in, gesturing at the tenth officer "I hired him to create Ms. K for me, because I wanted someone to love and worship me. But when I approached Ms. K about the matter, she actually turned away from me, as though she could find meaning and happiness with someone else! So I decided the loving thing to do would be to break her spirit by arranging to have her raped and murdered by a common thug, so that she might turn to me in her extraordinary suffering, thereby fulfilling the purpose for which she had been created. Well, mission accomplished, I'm happy to say! A few seconds before she died, she was so insane with terror and pain that she actually convinced herself she loved me, since she knew that only I could end her ordeal. I'll never forget the love in her eyes when she looked up at me the last time, begging for mercy, right before the thug bent over and slit her throat. It was so beautiful it still brings me to tears. Now I just have to go to that island so she can claim her prize of servitude."
"Well, this is quite a coincidence," chuckled the twelfth officer. "It looks like the thug got himself double pay, because I actually hired him to carry out the murder, too! Why? Oh, well it was just a test. Ms. K and I had been dating for some time (no offense, I didn't know she was someone else's property), and one beautiful night she finally told me she loved me. So, naturally, I wanted to see whether this was indeed love - that is, whether she would continue to adore me even while drowning in a pool of her own tears and blood, with me standing before her doing nothing."
By now, it had become clear to me that any difficulty I might have had in reconciling the presumed goodness of the officers with their behavior that day was unfounded, and that anyone who sided against them could do so only for love of evil over good. After all, anyone who has experienced their friendship in the way I have knows that they are good. Their goodness is even manifest in my life - I was in a shambles before I met them, but now everyone remarks on what a changed person I am, so much kinder and happier, apparently possessed of an inner calm. And I have met so many others who feel exactly the same way about them - so many who, like me, know in their hearts the truth that others try to rationalize away with their cold reason and sterile logic. I am ashamed that I ever doubted the entitlement of the twelve officers to my loyalty and my love.
As I was getting ready to leave, the first officer spoke up again. "By the way, I also think you should know that when we stood there watching Ms. K. get raped and stabbed over and over, we were suffering along with her, and we experienced exactly the same pain she did, or perhaps even more." And everyone in the room, myself included, nodded his head in agreement.
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Seems like wherever there are siblings, it's bound to be some conflict. I'm an only child, but my parents both have several siblings and I've probably never seen all of aunts and uncles getting along. xD
Gosh, time flies so fast! I already forgot about the one year anniversary of our story. Then again, I was drowned in exams and tests at that time. Nevertheless, happy belated anniversary! Here's to more cheeky comments, naughty deeds and funny situations with Duane And Karmen!
Gosh, time flies so fast! I already forgot about the one year anniversary of our story. Then again, I was drowned in exams and tests at that time. Nevertheless, happy belated anniversary! Here's to more cheeky comments, naughty deeds and funny situations with Duane And Karmen!
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Sumi said:
That's true, I don't think I've ever met a family where they all get along! With mine, it started when my eldest brother, at three years old, used to sneak into the others room, steal the toys from his cot, and throw them over the back fence. It only worsened from there, xD
I'm sure Duane and Karmen will get up to plenty of hijinks. The naughty woman has barely even started to corrupt him, xD
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Happy that Silv and I decided to continue on with our story, rather than write a finale, which is what we had originally planned. It looks like the new direction should be a lot of fun, and I don't think either of us was quite ready to let go of the characters yet, particularly Sophie and Adam, who were incorporated from our first story into our second, and have been with us now for almost two and a half years! Time does fly.
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Visualisation and imagery is one of my biggest weaknesses and something I'm striving to improve, so whilst I've a long way to go, this latest post to Scaremonger is one I'm quite proud of, and really enjoyed writing. Why is (fictionally!) killing people so much damn fun, xD
Pulling his gaze away from the mangled bodies, and back to Zai, Kyle's stared into her warm brown eyes. Ones which to him had remained warm, even when she'd clawed out those of Ian. Both of them painted in blood, the sensation of it seeping through their clothing and melding them together, felt natural, and there was no hesitation in his words, or the heat of his embrace and passion of his kisses. "Yep, hot." His blue orbs twinkled, and a crooked smile lit up the Army Veterans face. "And, you're right, they probably would've just pissed us off, and then we'd have had to murder them."
The smile transformed into a grin as he slid a hand down to Zai's waist, and displayed the bag of pills in his other. Kyle wasn't a man who sought out drugs, but nor was he inexperienced in their use. There'd be many an occasion on his tour of duty in Afghanistan where he and his comrades, implicitly condoned by his superiors, had required assistance to ease the effects of an adrenaline and endorphin rush come-down following a mission, when they were likely to collapse in exhaustion before the debriefing, or fight between each other. That high was addictive.
When the build-up of chemicals in his bloodstream dissipated, the muscles in Kyle's arms and legs quivered, and he sensed the first strains of mental exhaustion begin to claim him. He didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to collapse to the floor, he didn't want the darkness to pass, and for the time to fly where, before either of them knew it, they'd be woken by the breaking of dawn, and required to leave. Kyle Evans wanted nothing more than to spend until the early morning hours awake talking to and holding Azairah, and savouring the completion of the first act of their depraved play.
Zai didn't hesitate when he offered her what was, he knew from experience, an ecstacy tablet, and slipped it between her lips before she kissed him again. Kyle's mouth opened to hers, and he moaned softly as her tongue danced against his, barely noticing the bitter taste of the pill through the sweetness of her mouth. "I couldn't have done it without you." The room appeared to close in, leaving only space for him and Zai, and nothing else existed in that brief moment as the drug dissolved. Then their lips parted, and all came back into focus when his gaze followed hers to appraise the scene.
No mercy, no remorse, simply excitement at the acts they'd perpetrated. "That was only a warm-up," he replied, nodding at the duo when she stepped back and tugged on his shirt. He liked that. As she pulled him closer, he lifted a hand and caressed a scar on her cheek, flecked with the life-blood of one of the men who'd caused them. "You think I'm violent, then you should have seen yourself. Remind me never to anger you, Ms D'Amici. You're terrifying when you're mad, but so fucking sexy." Kyle teased as he briefly slipped his tongue into her mouth, and nipped at her lower lip. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show, and believe me, your own was just as arousing. Cole Douglas is going to rue the day he was born."
An image entered his mind of the poor, and as yet unaware of his doomed future, Cole, being crucified, arms and legs spread and screaming in agony as Zai drove six inch nails through the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet, although he didn't mention it to Azairah. She was sure to have her own plans for the asshole. By the time the image cleared, she'd released him, and Kyle was greeted with an enticing sight. That of the fabric of her shirt sliding off her body, leaving Zai in naught but shorts and a bra. Kyle lowered his gaze, and allowed it to linger for a few moments, before he pulled his attention back to her face, a mischievous smirk playing across his lips. "You did great Zai, and as gorgeous as you look in red, I think I could grow to appreciate that view even more. Promise you won't kill me if I stare?"
Kyle wasn't aware when the full effect of the E kicked in, if it happened gradually, or at a particular instant, but suddenly he noticed that the world appeared brighter and clearer. The crimson splatters that dripped down the walls and off the ceiling constantly changed shape and formation, telling their own story, whilst the bodies, which had been left as they'd died, took on an artistic pattern. Outlined in the light filtering through the drawn curtains, the corpses perfectly aligned with the moon's beam, as if it were a spotlight being shone onto a painter's canvas at an angle designed to best show off the perfection of his creation.
That concept elicited a laugh as, with a glance at Zai when she folded to the floor with her back to the couch, he theatrically squished through a pool of blood, wrapped his fingers around the blade embedded in Lauren and, in an effort reminiscent of King Arthur extracting Excalibur from the stone, placed one foot on her thigh and drew it free of her torso. Dead flesh further ripped and tore, and Lauren's body lifted in the air with the impetus, but Kyle didn't notice as he turned towards Ian.
"A present for our friend Cole." Every movement and action heightened in his drug-induced state, Kyle gripped Ian by the hair, and lifted his head up to stare into the black hollows that had once contained his eyes. A second later, he placed the serrated edge of the knife to Ian's left ear, and sliced through cartilage and tissue. "Maybe a third will help him hear the next time a woman says no." The Army Veteran displayed the grisly trophy to Zai, then nonchalantly tossed it on to the coffee table, and approached her.
In contrast to the emotionless way he'd just further degraded their victims, Kyle's eyes welled with tears when he dropped down beside Zai and threw an arm over her shoulder. He remained silent for a few moments, then gently cupped her cheek in his palm, and held her gaze. "I'll never leave you, I'll never hurt you, because, and I never thought I'd say this to a woman again, I love you, I need you. You complete me." The words came out in a whisper, and were followed by a soft, lingering kiss, before the drug once again swiftly dragged his mind off in another direction.
"Now, how about we take some shots for posterity." Breaking the kiss, and sliding his cell phone from his pocket, he snapped a picture of the incredible woman beside him, then focused on their victims. "You know, they are gorgeous. Once we're done, we could have our own photographic exhibition." Kyle spoke in a tone of pure amusement, and he began to laugh as the shutter clicked again and again, capturing the death scene in all its gory, bloody, beautiful glory, "A real-life Jackson Pollock tribute."
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Well, after a hiatus of six months, and another almost as lengthy before that, it appears Ari and I are once again going to pick our Hyde and Seek story, first started a year and a half ago! xD I think it's one we've always both been keen to continue, but was just a matter of the right timing, and finding ways to work around the complexity of its theme/direction, without it consuming too much creative energy and becoming a chore. I look forward to getting back to writing it again.
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I'm not much of a history buff, but I do love photography, particularly black-and-white, and the power that one single image can possess. Came across a site the other day in my random googling, that had a number of iconic historical photographs, some rarely seen.
I won't say much about the ones below, apart from that I find the first one humourous, and the second, well, considering the subject matter, I'm not really sure what word to use as 'beautiful' and 'incredible' don't seem appropriate, but will instead let the text that accompanies the images do its own talking.
Above is a photo taken in 1956 of a 5MB hard drive being loaded onto a Pan AM plane. Yes, that is correct, the total capacity of the entire hard drive was 5 MB, and the drive weighed over 2,000 pounds. Sure makes you appreciate your 2GB (or larger) USB thumb drive!
The photo taken above graced the cover of LIFE magazine in 1947. It shows, Evelyn McHale, who took her own live and jumped from the 86th floor of the Empire State Building crashing into a car on the street. The photo is called “The most beautiful suicide” as it simply looks as though Evelyn laid down to take a nap on top of a crushed car.
For anyone interested, - there's some truly amazing and powerful images - the full series can be found here. Slight warning: Though the site is safe as far as I know, and free of pop-ups, it is full of advertising.
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I'm not much of a history buff, but I do love photography, particularly black-and-white, and the power that one single image can possess. Came across a site the other day in my random googling, that had a number of iconic historical photographs, some rarely seen.
I won't say much about the ones below, apart from that I find the first one humourous, and the second, well, considering the subject matter, I'm not really sure what word to use as 'beautiful' and 'incredible' don't seem appropriate, but will instead let the text that accompanies the images do its own talking.
Above is a photo taken in 1956 of a 5MB hard drive being loaded onto a Pan AM plane. Yes, that is correct, the total capacity of the entire hard drive was 5 MB, and the drive weighed over 2,000 pounds. Sure makes you appreciate your 2GB (or larger) USB thumb drive!
The photo taken above graced the cover of LIFE magazine in 1947. It shows, Evelyn McHale, who took her own live and jumped from the 86th floor of the Empire State Building crashing into a car on the street. The photo is called “The most beautiful suicide” as it simply looks as though Evelyn laid down to take a nap on top of a crushed car.
For anyone interested, - there's some truly amazing and powerful images - the full series can be found here. Slight warning: Though the site is safe as far as I know, and free of pop-ups, it is full of advertising.
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Not a great start to the morning when you wake up to -5C, and a dead hot water system. Think I'm going to be chilled to the bone all day, cold showers are not fun.
Stories have been a little slow lately - and no, that is not a hint to any of my wonderful partners to post, as one of the very things I love about our collaborations is the no pressure, no hassle reply rates, so, as always, take as much time as you need - which has me stressing a little at the deluge I can sense coming on. I know they all like to collude and send them to me simultaneously, xD.
Stories have been a little slow lately - and no, that is not a hint to any of my wonderful partners to post, as one of the very things I love about our collaborations is the no pressure, no hassle reply rates, so, as always, take as much time as you need - which has me stressing a little at the deluge I can sense coming on. I know they all like to collude and send them to me simultaneously, xD.
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We're actually talking behind your back and agree on what time to post so that you're flooded with replies all at once, Quix! XD We love to torture you like that, haha! Or maybe it's karma for uh... stealing the neighbor's flowers? Who knows!
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Sumi said:
I totally believe that, and I'm pretty sure I know who the instigator would have been, too. That's the last time I try to woo you with wilted roses and melted chocolates!
lait said:
Lait! I'm shocked!!! I thought you, of all people, would be the last to be involved! You know these secrets always come out.
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Goods news is that I now have hot water. Bad news is that I might not be eating for a month!
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lait said:
Welp, he was bound to figure it out at some point, right? XD Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
That's alright, I'm on a diet anyway! And what makes you so sure I am the one who instigated that? It could be any of us! You know I'm a good innocent girlMr Quixotic said:
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Sumi said:
A good paddling over the knee would be your best-case scenario. Worst-case, I think Quix is one of those guys who is good at building up sexual tension and leaving you to fester~
Course I could be wrong! ^^;
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Candy_demon21 said:
Naww, it couldn't be! He's the nicest innocent guy I know!
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Sumi said:
You could be wrong, Candy. However, I doubt it, xD
There you go about instigating things again, Sumi! I figure if I tell you that I'm innocent enough times you'll start to believe it. However, as to your claimed innocence, never! There's too much evidence to the contrary, xD
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I have no clue what you're talking about! I'm a good girl. As for you, if you keep telling me that, I think even you will start believing it! xD
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Sumi said:
That might work on others, Sumi, but not me, I know you too well. And I already believe in my innocence!
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Should I be irked that a lady at work, who has a fish-tank on her desk, lost all her fish last night when the thermostat fucked up, and was more concerned with how much they'd cost her, rather than the fact they'd all boiled to death?
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Interesting night last night. It was the Australian Federal Election, and although the full result won't be know until at least Tuesday, it appears it will be a Hung parliament. That means that neither of the major parties received enough votes to govern in their own right, and will need to strike a deal with Independent candidates and minor parties in order to form a minority government, however the result is so close even that may not be possible. Which means another immediate election is on the cards. It's striking, the difference between our political system and the USA, where the campaign seems to last for a year and a half. If we only we had a Donald Trump!
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Might have another story in the works, so am trying to my hardest to keep my itchy fingers from bumping my threads. Particularly as last Thursday the 30th June, which is the end of our Financial Year, and the start of my busiest time at work. OoC and story responses could slow down from my end for the next few weeks, depending on how fried my brain becomes! (Edit: Obviously those itchy fingers got the better of me, xD)
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One of my stories got me to think about this lady, one of the earliest female advocates for women's rights and independence, and I realised I haven't posted enough quotes from women on this thread, so:
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Might have another story in the works, so am trying to my hardest to keep my itchy fingers from bumping my threads. Particularly as last Thursday the 30th June, which is the end of our Financial Year, and the start of my busiest time at work. OoC and story responses could slow down from my end for the next few weeks, depending on how fried my brain becomes! (Edit: Obviously those itchy fingers got the better of me, xD)
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One of my stories got me to think about this lady, one of the earliest female advocates for women's rights and independence, and I realised I haven't posted enough quotes from women on this thread, so:
Yesterday's Federal Election was a complete joke.
We had, in effect, two men campaigning to be the Prime Minister for the next 3 years...both of them completely unelectable in their own right. Malcolm Turnbull knifed a sitting Prime Minister (Tony Abbott) to take on the mantle, and then betrayed a significant portion of his voting base; Bill Shorten was instrumental in the knifing of two sitting Prime Ministers (Kevin Rudd and Julia Gillard) and stands up for the largely-corrupt and out-of-touch trade union movement. Both of them ran lacklustre and weak campaigns shrouded in lies and untruths; neither of them stood up and demonstrated real leadership.
As a result, Australia is likely to be in political turmoil for some time to come.
We had, in effect, two men campaigning to be the Prime Minister for the next 3 years...both of them completely unelectable in their own right. Malcolm Turnbull knifed a sitting Prime Minister (Tony Abbott) to take on the mantle, and then betrayed a significant portion of his voting base; Bill Shorten was instrumental in the knifing of two sitting Prime Ministers (Kevin Rudd and Julia Gillard) and stands up for the largely-corrupt and out-of-touch trade union movement. Both of them ran lacklustre and weak campaigns shrouded in lies and untruths; neither of them stood up and demonstrated real leadership.
As a result, Australia is likely to be in political turmoil for some time to come.
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Although I don't necessarily totally agree with your assessment, I'll refrain from responding in detail, as the intent of my post was to simply outline the situation rather than offer any judgement, and I'd prefer to keep this thread free of subjective political debate and argument (It can't lead to anything good, Xd). For those who are unaware, sitting Prime Minsters here can be replaced at any time by someone else within their own party, if the party votes to do so.
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Arrggh, my brain confuses me sometimes!
Work's was ridiculously busy this week, but as busy as it's been, no-one's been hassling me, which usually happens at this time of the year, with people demanding information and it turning into a madhouse. However, this year? None of that at all, I've been left totally alone to do my thing, which led to me mentioning yesterday to one of the guys here, who does the same job as me for other companies owned by the same guy as mine (who happens to be his son), that I was feeling 'stressed' and when he asked why, I replied, "Because I'm not under pressure, and I should be."
It just gives me the constant nagging feeling that I must be forgetting something, I'm not something that I should be, or that there's an uknown surprise waiting around the corner, ready to club me on the head. It's always been like that with me, the less pressure I'm under, the more restless my mind becomes, as if it can't cope without having anything to worry about, so when there's not, it needs to make something up. I think that's the one of reasons I tend to take on so many stories as well.
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I also can't explain why I'm drawn to the melancholy and sad when it comes to my favourite movies and novels, and even songs. Probably stemming from the same reasons that leads to my preference for character-driven stories, where internal emotional motivations take precedence. Anyways, after mentioning this movie to someone yesterday, I was compelled to download and watch it again. Definitely recommended for anyone who has't seen it, Billy Bob Thornton is just brilliant.
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfnPrMypS8U[/video]
And one of my favourite scenes:
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAgSUFT4cVk[/video]
Work's was ridiculously busy this week, but as busy as it's been, no-one's been hassling me, which usually happens at this time of the year, with people demanding information and it turning into a madhouse. However, this year? None of that at all, I've been left totally alone to do my thing, which led to me mentioning yesterday to one of the guys here, who does the same job as me for other companies owned by the same guy as mine (who happens to be his son), that I was feeling 'stressed' and when he asked why, I replied, "Because I'm not under pressure, and I should be."
It just gives me the constant nagging feeling that I must be forgetting something, I'm not something that I should be, or that there's an uknown surprise waiting around the corner, ready to club me on the head. It's always been like that with me, the less pressure I'm under, the more restless my mind becomes, as if it can't cope without having anything to worry about, so when there's not, it needs to make something up. I think that's the one of reasons I tend to take on so many stories as well.
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I also can't explain why I'm drawn to the melancholy and sad when it comes to my favourite movies and novels, and even songs. Probably stemming from the same reasons that leads to my preference for character-driven stories, where internal emotional motivations take precedence. Anyways, after mentioning this movie to someone yesterday, I was compelled to download and watch it again. Definitely recommended for anyone who has't seen it, Billy Bob Thornton is just brilliant.
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfnPrMypS8U[/video]
And one of my favourite scenes:
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAgSUFT4cVk[/video]
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Just heard this song for the first time ever on the drive home from work, and had to immediately google it when I arrived as, I'm not sure why, but it struck a real chord with me.
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCob76kigA[/video]
Also another I hadn't heard before, which was mentioned in a novel I'm reading, last night, and googling the other reminded me to look up this one as well. More along the lines of my usual 'melancholy' and although released in 1965, in a lot of ways, is appropriate to current events.
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfZVu0alU0I[/video]
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCob76kigA[/video]
Also another I hadn't heard before, which was mentioned in a novel I'm reading, last night, and googling the other reminded me to look up this one as well. More along the lines of my usual 'melancholy' and although released in 1965, in a lot of ways, is appropriate to current events.
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfZVu0alU0I[/video]
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xanaphia said:
I love it, though I do tend to obsess over songs for a little while, then a new one will distract me.
Funny though, not sure if it's the radio station I listen to, or just that songs are released/get airplay later over here, but I remember you had the lyrics from Elle King's 'Exes and Oh's' on your profile, and I didn't know where the hell they'd come from, until a couple of months later when I first heard it!