Kim's story

When Kim opened her eyes that morning, it was to the sound of water splashing against the outside of the house. Instinctively she knew that it wasn't time to wake up. She relied on her internal clock as she hated being awakened by the sound of an alarm clock (even if it was playing some soft Maxwell tune--but especially if it was a loudmouthed DJ's morning show). Kim allowed her eyes to drift closed again as her stomach began to rumble.

'Should not have eaten garlic pizza for dinner when I had Indian buffet for lunch..'. She thought as she fell asleep.

When her eyes opened again, she knew it was time. Reaching for her glasses the darkened room slowly came into focus as she slipped them onto her face. She glanced at the clock; 6:15, and then smiled to herself as she remembered her conversation with Ben the night before. Once she was on the bus to work, she checked her message and he'd already sent her the text that she had grown accustomed to receiving each morning.

Happy Friday.

Happy Friday, indeed. How could it be anything else? A Friday is always happy, Kim thought to herself as the bus let her off just a block from her workplace. Ewww it was raining and cold and her feet had gotten wet, but who cared?! It's Friday!

UNTITLED chp 9

Hey everyone, I decided to pull chapter 9 in order to make some changes. I got some good feedback asking for some changes which I can definitely do. Thanks again for the feedback and the new and improved chapter 9 will return soon.

Favorite author on Lit

I have several favorite authors, stories, poems, from Literotica but one of my most favorite is Robcub. For all you Robcub fans his newest is finally released. I go off to read now.  Oh and btw, I finished Chapter 8 of Untitled and will post that by Monday!

Customs and Courtesies by benroe

brought up to be polite

to be courteous to others

so you ask

may i have it?

may i partake?

all for the sake of being polite

but then it arrives

the point

where you don't

have to be

so polite

is it mine?

are you going to give it to me?

anytime i ask?

the customs

and

courtesies

change

the meaning

is

the same

but

the words

are most

certainly

not

Fighter

I mentioned previously that I've recently dabbled in being an editor. I was passed a manuscript by Creepyrj and loved it. He asked me if I wanted to edit it and I told him no, I can barely edit out my own errors. But then I began to think harder about it, and I really just didn't want to let the story go. 

I still don't want to be an editor. It's not easy. I'm more interested in editing content and structure than grammar--obviously. Most of you have seen my own unedited submissions and many have literally begged me to find an editor (haha). But working with C has been fun and he doesn't crack the whip too hard when I start slowing down and getting the glazed-eyed look.

With permission from the writer, I'd like to introduce Fighter, written by Creepyrj, and edited by Pepperpace and Honeybree. 

FIGHTER

I'm Still Your Fag

I started a story about a year ago that was inspired by a video that captured my imagination. The group is Broken Social Scene and I'm a tremendous fan. They call this sort of thing a Fan Story. That is where you take someone else's idea and put your own spin to it. They call it this so that people like me don't get in trouble for plagiarizing someone else's idea.  I'll share it with you, though I never finished. I'd still like to because I've never tired of this video.

I'm Still your Fag...

Blane:

If your name is Blane and you aren’t rich, and you aren’t a model—and you don’t have any abilities such as sports, singing, or charisma to attract a ton of friends—then you are just a fucked up individual at my school.

I should have been named John because that’s the type of name where you can blend into the woodwork.  Only, I guess that would not work with me because I happen to be the only fag at my school.  Oh, there are tons of gays and lesbians—the ones that intend to come out of the closet once they graduate.  But I was ripped out of the closet the very day that I was caught doodling the name of a guy that I liked all over my notebook. 

That was two years ago.  I’m a senior now and everyday in school is just like…well walking through the seventh level of hell.

Lori:  

I read once that someone asked Yoko Ono why she never smiles and she said that it’s because people associate her smiles to the grinning Japanese caricatures that they see in movies, and therefore she swore that she would not be that smiling fool.  That’s when I stopped smiling.  People pass me on the street and say, ‘Smile.  It’s not that bad.’ And I say.  ‘Fuck you.’  And they are so surprised that a Japanese person isn’t accommodating, nodding their heads and bowing like a fucking Cheshire cat.  I suppose there are lots of things that piss me off.  Take for instance my name; Mori not Lori.  But can anyone at school get that straight?  No.  So now I’m Lori.

Want to know what else pisses me off?  That I was not born that small petite dainty Japanese girl.  I’m 5’10’ and I’m no where near to being skinny.  So if people are going to look I give them something to look at.  My hair is a mohawk and I wear only black; black clothes, black makeup, black nail polish—but I’m not a Satanist so I also wear a cross (this is more to spite my Buddhist mother).   

There is probably only one thing that makes life as a freakishly tall, Japanese-American, non-smiling anarchist bearable and that’s my friend Blane, though even that is masochistic.  I love every single thing about him--even while he is in love with a guy that would never look at him twice.

Mason:

Why should people care so much that I run up and down a football field catching and throwing a ball?  But then twenty girls are lined up waiting to catch my eye…for what?  Because I’m Quarterback?  That only means that I get the blame whenever something messes up.  So the kids in school think I’m a hero and the guys on the team think they would do a better job than me.All I want to do is play football.  

Alone

Janet Jackson in Poetic Justice

A Poem

I'm no poet (which I've said on more than one occasion) and I am always amazed when someone whips up a good one. I can sit for hours straining and sweating only to come up with some kindergarten rhyme :) When I was (am) writing Untitled there needed to be poems included as the main character has more talents in that department than I do. I relied on several people to come up with the poems for me and one of them was my friend Ben. 

He just wrote one that I really like about a subject that is...um...somewhat taboo. Mhmmmm...I don't think this one is going into the story, but I'm certainly keeping it.

oh how she wanted it

the rush of blood

the shortness of breath

was all she needed to know

it was to be hers

 

there was apprehension

always ways

to take the plunge

to breach the barrier

but such delight to follow

 

she wanted it

to clench the sheets

to bite the pillow

to moan in glory

 

oh how she wanted it

the rush of blood

the shortness of breath

was all she needed to know

it was to be hers

again and again

 

-Ben-

Where have I been?

I know that I pretty much disappeared over night...well other than some blogging and submissions to Vampiric Charms. Several months ago I got pretty sick and it was causing my blood pressure to do some crazy things. I couldn't concentrate, or stay awake long enough to gather the energy to write. I wasn't myself and I'm thankful that I did not lose ALL of my friends during this period (insert smile here).

I started seeing a doctor and was diagnosed with diabetes which had begun to take a toll on my body. As a result I just couldn't gather the energy to write. Even when I had the energy I couldn't get my 'head' into the story. A few days ago I tried writing the next chapter of Untitled and it sucked badly and had to be scrapped. Though I'm anxious to finish I'm not willing to sacrifice the quality of the story just for the sake of ending it.   With that said, thank you all for being patient and not sending me emails telling me how much I suck for keeping you hanging.

We all know those writers that begin a story, make promises to finish and then just never do. So I'm not making any promises as to when Untitled will be finished, only that it will get finished. Don't ask me when, I just don't know. Damnit, didn't I just say don't ask?

What am I doing these days?

Well I have been getting caught up on some reading and find that I am still more impressed by the free stories on Lit than I am by some of the well established writers that I have purchased books from--Mary Monroe...

Also, I've become an unofficial editor! Some of you might be surprised that I have the gall to try to edit another writer's work. I think that I have been notorious for not editing my own work to an acceptable level and allowing stupid mistakes to pass through. Right now it is even worse--I may have to proof read the same thing 3 or 4x before catching even my most glaring errors. But the thing is that I started reading some of this guy's work and I liked it alot. Then he asked me to read a manuscript that he calls Fighter and it literally captured me hook line and sinker. I literally covered my eyes and squealed like a kid at some of the parts. Only Robcub has me doing that, and that is the honest truth!

He really needs an editor because he has really bad mistakes in his Lit submissions, but the heart of the story still comes through. He asked me to edit Dominus for him and I said no. Then he found an editor for it who he said would also edit Fighter. Then something happened in me and I got ultra possessive. LOL! I said, no! I'm editing Fighter...and the rest is history.

He writes under the name CreepyRJ...and the name is fairly fitting, which is why he is on my favorites list. Creepy writes some crazy shit like I do. But if you like BDSM his Becoming the Dominus series is a good one. I began with Mirando Las Olas which was very sweet. I haven't told him what I truly like about his stories is the way that he has dominant male characters that also know how to be kind and that is why I'm hooked on his Fighter story.

Also, he and I are going to be doing a collaboration and writing a story together. It's about an Indian that hates white people as his family was massacred by confederate soldiers. So he goes around killing them in a sociopathic rage whenever he sees them in his territory. Well he comes upon a wagon train in which there is a slave girl who he takes back with him to his tribe. She is obviously terrified upon seeing him massacre everyone but soon love blooms and blah blah blah. He and I write enough alike that I'm sure he will prod me into the right direction when I fall short, the way they do in Vampiric Charms.

Before anyone asks I'll explain the difference between writing my own work and writing in a collaboration--half of the work is already done by someone else, and someone else can pick up the slack if I fall short.

I just want you guys to know that I'm still around and kicking, and I hope to be back in full form when I feel better. And thanks again for hanging around and for your patience.

PP