| Piece II : Filthy Swine |
[May. 25th, 2007|02:48 am] |
It was a lovely sunday morning. The birds were chirping, and the sun was out. Well, as much as it comes out anyway. I got up, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and hair. Got dressed, and ventured out into the kitchen to fix up something to eat.
Fuck. There's no eggs.
( Oooh! ) |
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| Endlessly —6— |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|10:03 pm] |
Writing. Writing is easy. You have ideas, the ability to express them on paper, and you're well-known. So why was it that I couldn't write? I bit down on the pen as I looked at the swirls I'd drawn on the paper. Matthew's voice could be heard through the wall. I'd told him that I could get back to writing now that he wasn't there to consume my time. The truth was, even sitting with him in complete silence under the same roof made me much more complete than writing as best-seller. I missed him.
( Clickez moi. ) |
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| Endlessly —5— |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|08:18 pm] |
"Dom, one more thing. I found an ad in the paper for a roommate to share a two-bedroom flat. I think I'm going to take it."
( Clickez Moi. ) |
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| Ten Ways Matt Lost His Virginty : The Cardboard Elvis |
[Apr. 9th, 2007|03:59 pm] |
I love Elvis. I adore him. I would gladly go for a round of voracious leg-humping (I don't weigh all that much, so it should be harmless.) The only problem is he's dead and I'm not a necrophiliac. Yet. I'd be willing to convert if his body was well-preserved in formaldehyde, though. On second thought, probably not. He was already old and fat when he died. They do say though that he's alive, but like I said earlier, he's old and probably morbidly obese. The weight of his head alone would crush my bones into a fine powder.
( Clickez Moi. . .or not. ) |
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| Endlessly —4— |
[Apr. 8th, 2007|11:08 am] |
I woke up earlier than usual the next morning in order to help him pack. I was trying to drown my guilt with the last act of kindness. And then he would be gone. Forever.
The severity and range of the word made me stop. I hadn't wanted him in my life, but I wasn't able to accept the fact that I would never see him again. I didn't like to think I'd never see him smile or know where he could be and if he was well. He was so helpless he couldn't be on his own.
I couldn't let him go. He needed me.
I ran to his bedroom. I wanted him to know that I wanted him to stay until he was ready to leave. That he hadn't been invited, but yet wasn't a burden. And that I did, in fact, care.
But I was too late. He was gone.
( Clickez moi ) |
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| Endlessly —1— |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|04:19 pm] |
My eyes were greeted by the weakly blue-hued light of sunrise. I began to change my clothes; half way through, from the corner of my eye, I saw him. His eyes were glowing as he held the sheet close to his face. He rose and my eyes dropped to see the sheet as it fell to the floor. I fell under a spell. Frozen. My feet were bolted to the ground. My eyes were so set on the sheet that when he began walking toward me, the image of his legs blurred. I was awakened by the feel of his tongue against my neck. His hands began to wander, caressing my chest eagerly.
As he began to close his mouth over my ear, my mind kept blasting the words, "Make him stop." until I unwillingly caved in. As my hand pushed his chest away, he let out a soft moan and stopped himself from keeping my hand on his body. Defeated and weak, his fragile pale body fell back onto the bed.
( Read On. . . ) |
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| Endlessly : Prelude |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|11:01 pm] |
Edit: Simply a copy of the story on this journal for organisational purposes. I'm sick of having to look all over the place for stories.
Title: Endlessly : Prelude
Author: Problematique.
Pairing: Bells/Dom
Rating: It'll get much heavier later. This one would be ok for most. It contains very mild sexual material towards the end of the page, if it can even be called that.
Summary: I posted the seventh chapter of this story a few days back, and felt inspired to redo my story. In this intro, Dom (he's the narrator) meets Matt during a stormy night.
Feedback: Throw me anything you've got. I love it all. But good comments are loved the most :D
Warnings: If you're a total prude, then don't read this!!! Fine, actually, just read it up to the last paragraph if you are. But seriously, it's extremely mild at this point, so I give no warnings. If you were such a prude you wouldn't be reading in on this community anyway.
Disclaimers: I don't claim any of this to be true, I merely wish it were. But maybe it is true. . .but maybe it isn't. . .
Lastly, I beg you all for patience. I wrote this prelude as nicely as I possibly could, which means it's quite wordy and doesn't contain much "action" if you understand what I'm getting at. But if you hold on, I promise lots and lots of hot, rabid love :D For christ's sake, it's already starting in the prelude!
( Sometimes if feels like things just run into you. . . ) |
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