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jonathon copeland
United States, georgia, albany

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masturbation

The taste leaves my mouth as I ride down the street on my 5 speed. The pedaling makes my legs feel like wet noodles pushing me along. I rush to the spot where I know I am to be greeted by warmth and comfort. I love the way people spend their time doing the same routine without deviation. It gives me the ability to sink my teeth into their disreguarded wounds. The hollow points that let me see into their lives.

Normally I don't mean this in terms so literal but I have recently found a woman who likes to change with the shades pulled up. Paddling through an alley one night I pass by a house with four trees spreading a roof over the innocent lawn from below. Above the small trees was a window that sat looming over the earth below.

Climbing one of the sad trees I challenged the window to scream out to the world of my decietful plans. It just stared at me giving off a radiant glare that made my blood run thin. Making it to the top I could now see into the one part off the house that stil let me know that there was in fact life in that dreary dwelling.

She walked across the floor like a swan dancing over the river spashing about with a hurried wind. My mind spread drugs through my body making everything seem clear even my hands could read every sentence the bark was trying to spit out.

I had seen her once before and now I gallop towards the same spot the gods had lead me to. I decided tonight I was to be bold and not care for the eyes that might be watching but to focus just on my new love. Stopping in the same alley as the night before I fixed my eyes on the sun that shown it's light down on the forest below. My heart filled with joy as I saw once again I was in for a bit of the ambrosia that messages my stomach from the night before.

Climbing the limbs to the same home I rested my limbs to the sight of her gently put together body. Her skin shown a pale yet alluring color that would never again escape my mind. Pulling out my staff I declare war to anyone who apposes my wishes to let my mind dwell into her soul til my fluids release me from my sinful lusts.

Shaking I make her ears hear the sound of what she thinks is the wind tapping the leaves with it's desires. Yet it was my desires that filled the empty hole that I knew so well to be my heart. Overwhelmed by myself I forget to listen to the sounds that jumped around me and i feel the undeniable tug of gravity throwing me downward to hell.

My legs hit a limb propelling my body upside down to let my head feel the impact of my final resting place. So there I lay with my pants down to my ankles below the trees that hide me from god so well. The next day they would find my body and my unknowing lover would find the secret that I hide from her on nights alone. Then I would know the truth that I was getting nowhere.

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Leigh Comment by: Leigh - 2006-06-26 05:32
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Well the title intrigued me (wonder why?!) and I just had to read on.

You have some great imagery:
"The pedaling makes my legs feel like wet noodles pushing me along."
"Pulling out my staff I declare war to anyone who apposes my wishes to let my mind dwell into her soul til my fluids release me from my sinful lusts."

A creepy, atmospheric tale, well told. I found myself wanting to shout at this poor girl to shut her window blinds!

For some reason I really liked the way the guy refers to the girl as "my new love" - this conveys a real creepiness in him, as though he is genuinely deluded that she is "his" in some way and can't see anything wrong with the way he is expressing his "love" for her. The word "new" also implies to me that he must have done this sort of thing before with other victims!
PANDORA Comment by: PANDORA - 2006-06-10 14:15
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I knew their was something i forgot to do today :D
Good story to the very end. This is the reason I keep my shades closed. lol
yican Comment by: yican - 2006-06-06 23:10
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Hm, what an ironic twist. I don't know whether to pity him or to call him a pervert. Anyway, interesting story.
Comment by: - 2006-05-15 03:17
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Another good read. Love that he dies in the end. There are too many predictable movies and books out in the open for boring readers to soak up. I love the unexpected in a good book or movie. It is getting harder and harder to find stories with a twist like this. My only critique would be to take out that last line "Then I would know the truth that I was getting nowhere".
I think it is a STRONG ending without it. That last line ruins the ending. Maybe you can place it somewhere else in the story if it is an important line for you. Again, going on my bookshelf.
Sheri
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