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Week 336 (November 16-22) Stories Topic: Trouble in Paradise
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Excellent choice, CJ! Billie Jo came up with a good one! It turns out I have just the story for this prompt. I might show a little naughty taste with it, but I believe it'll be suitable for...most audiences. Hehe! My story this week will be called "Die Purring" and it goes like this:CHARACTERS:
1. Edward Christian, Fetishist Boyfriend
2. Shayna Jorgenson, Emotional Girlfriend
PROMPT CONFORMITY: Trouble in Paradise is an expression often used to signify dissention between a romantic couple. That’s exactly what’s happening in my story.
SYNOPSIS: While Edward is out shopping for groceries, Shayna pokes around on his laptop and gets curious about the porn he keeps there. She doesn’t have a problem with the fact that he has porn, but when she discovers the women are wearing diapers, Shayna becomes nauseated and teary. Edward returns from shopping and tries to calm down his girlfriend only to have her push him away in disgust.
FUN FACT: No, Edward Christian isn’t in any way related to Edward Davies. I bet he’s relieved to hear that! Hehe!
I might need some more time to complete my story this week. I'm kicking my caffeine habit and the withdrawal is making me sleepy. Maybe I'll feel better after the first few days.
AUTHOR: Garrison KellyTITLE: Die Purring
GENRE: Romantic Fiction
WORD COUNT: 1.722
RATING: PG-13 for sexual references and swearing
On a gray winter afternoon, nothing was more relaxing for Shayna Jorgenson than cozying up on the couch with her bare feet up on the ottoman and shopping for Christmas presents online with her laptop. This was much easier than going to a department store, especially since wearing pink fleece pajama pants and a white tank top was perfectly acceptable attire for internet shopping. No customers fighting among themselves for the best deals on shit they didn’t need, and no lengthy ass lines so that people would have to put up with each other for that much longer. The beauty of comfort brought a smile to Shayna’s face as she pulled the tie out of her soft chocolate hair.
Although, she had to admit that shopping for her boyfriend Edward Christian was a mystery wrapped in a riddle most of the time. They had been seeing each other for a whole year, yet Shayna didn’t have much of a grasp on what it was he truly liked. And then she saw his laptop sitting on the couch next to her and got a sneaky idea. She folded up her own laptop and logged onto his, which was easier than shopping for him since the computer wasn’t password protected. Perhaps she could get an idea of what he wanted for Christmas from poking around on his computer.
And then she had yet another naughty idea: sneaking around on his laptop to see his...pictures. Photography was one of Edward’s favorite hobbies and Shayna had to admit that he took some damn good pictures of her, maybe even professional grade (in case his gig at the library didn’t work out for him). And then she ventured into more dangerous territory: the porn collection.
Shayna rolled over onto her side as she surfed Edward’s porn collection with a kinky grin on her face. He definitely had some imaginative tastes. Wonder Woman in a lesbian make-out session with Princess Leia (in her golden bikini). Harley Quinn tying and gagging Lois Lane with duct tape. There was even a screenshot of Crazy K from Tales from the Hood in his black underwear being strapped to the spinning torture table, which made Shayna giggle and shake her head.
The next picture she saw erased the smile from her face and added tremor effects to her lips. She even held her stomach as she tried to keep her coffee down. There was nothing wrong with the fact that these women (and/or girls) were bare naked. It was what they were wearing on their crotches that made Shayna’s insides twist and pulsate with horror. She tried heavily breathing to calm herself down, but no matter what kind of whirlwind she sucked into her lungs, her blood continued to feel like a frigid tsunami running through her veins.
She peeked up momentarily to see her boyfriend standing in the living room with groceries in his hands and a confused expression on his face. Shayna never heard the door open, which was even creepier than what she saw on his computer. Edward asked, “Is there something you’re not telling me? What’s wrong, babe?”
Shayna closed the laptop and set it aside with shivers in her bare arms. “You know, Edward…I never had a problem with you keeping porn on your computer. But tell me…why did I just see a picture…of women wearing…diapers?!” That last word was punctuated with tears welling up in her eyes.
Edward dropped the bags of groceries at his sides and placed his hands on his hips. “Really?” he said. “You’re mad because I have a diaper fetish? So what? What’s the big deal?”
Shayna jumped up from the couch and shouted, “Children wear diapers! Old people wear diapers! You like that stuff?! You actually think that women in diapers are sexy?! What is wrong with you?!” Another wave of nausea hit her like a wrecking ball to the gut. “Oh my god…how old are those women? How old are they?!”
The blond haired, gray sweater vest wearing Edward approached his girlfriend with his arms spread out with the intention of hugging her. “Come on, baby, it’s not like that. You know me better than that.”
When he got a little too close for comfort, Shanya batted his arms away and shouted, “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me! You’re sick! You’re a sick goddamn pervert! I mean, why would anybody think that diapers are sexy?! Is that what you want me to do for you?! Huh?! You want me to dress up in a child’s diaper and pretend that I’m a big fucking baby?! Maybe you should be a Catholic priest or some shit like that!”
Edward ran his hands through his fuzzy hair and looked down at his brown dress shoes and gray slacks. Shayna plopped back down on the couch and bawled her eyes out. “I don’t even know what to say to you right now, Edward,” she said. “This is sick. This is absolutely sick.”
The boyfriend’s expression changed from crippling guilt to trembling anger as he marched over to the bookcase and pulled out a copy of “Fifty Shades of Grey” by EL James. “You see this? Look at me, damn it!” Edward shouted. “Anybody who reads crap like this has no right to judge other people for having weird fetishes! I have no illusions about diaper sex being normal. But at least I would never make you sign your life away in a fucking contract, which the main character in this disgusting book does to his girlfriend! You’re a hypocrite, Shayna! I’d rather be a crazy diaper fetishist that a flip-flopping bitch like you!”
Shayna shot right back up again and shouted, “There are no diapers in Fifty Shades of Grey! The main character specifically says that nothing he and his girlfriend will do involves children! And as I just told you, in case you didn’t fucking know, children wear diapers! I’m not going to satisfy your little NAMBLA fetish just for the sake of keeping our sex life fresh! If you want to have diaper sex so badly, run a daycare center!”
The girlfriend shuffled around looking for her shoes and socks while Edward shouted, “Yeah, that’s right! Judge me! Label me! It’s not like people don’t do that enough already! You think you’re the first one to give me shit because of my tastes?! Yes, I’m weird! I know that! And you know what?! I’m proud of that shit! Being normal is boring as hell! And if you want me to conform for you, you’re just as boring as any other faceless bastard walking the streets!”
Once Shayna got her shoes and socks on, she began to stomp her way out the front door. Before she could, Edward had one last cannonball to fire. “That’s right, walk away! Throw away an entire year of romance just because of one weird ass fetish! I’m not the freak around here! You are, bitch!”
Shayna glared at her boyfriend one more time and flipped him off before slamming the door behind her and walking away. Edward was proud of standing his ground, but even he couldn’t resist the urge to plop down on the ottoman and stroke his hair while tears were forming in his eyes. He had been in several arguments with Shayna before, but none of them have ended without resolution. All of those pedophile remarks could very well mean the end of their relationship. They were serious accusations, possibly serious enough to involve the police if things get heated.
That night, Edward Christian laid in bed with the blankets barely covering his blue shorts-wearing body. He hugged his pillow and stared at the ceiling, wondering if Shayna would ever come home to him. It was a stupid thing to fight over and a shitty way for one year of love to end. Christmas was coming up soon and if word got out that he had a diaper fetish, he would have nobody to celebrate this special holiday with. The more he thought about this, the longer he stayed up. He had stayed awake for two hours without getting one wink of sleep. When the sandman eventually came for him, he was going to sleep alone. Having that much bed space didn’t feel any more comfortable than sleeping on a park bench in the frigid weather.
“Hey, baby,” said a familiar voice in the doorway. It was the lovely Shayna Jorgenson, still dressed in PJ pants and a tank top. She also wore a look of sadness on her face, like she had spent most of the day crying as she cleared her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry about everything. At the end of the day, we all have our weird tastes, even me. You’re right. It would be a boring world if everyone was normal. But I also know that you would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I know you don’t either.”
Edward spread his hand across the other side of the bed, signaling for his girlfriend to come lay beside him and end this silly feud once and for all. Shayna took off her tank top and revealed a white bra underneath. She breathed a deep sigh and looked down at her toes for a moment before pulling her pajama pants down and revealing a thick white diaper underneath.
Edward didn’t know whether to feel turned on and passionate or confused as hell. Shayna said, “I’m willing to try this just one time. If I don’t like it, then we won’t do it again. I feel absolutely ridiculous wearing this thing…but at the same time,” she smiled her sweet smile yet again and said, “It feels pretty soft against me.”
The boyfriend had a sexy grin on his own face as well. “I never actually had diaper sex before. I hope it’ll be as fun for you as it is for me. If it isn’t…I won’t make you sign a contract or any shit like that.”
Shayna giggled as she turned out the light and swayed her diapered hips back and forth on her way to beddy-bye with her handsome stud. One night was all they needed. One night of the strangest sex they’d ever had.
This story is something of an anniversary for me - it's my 100th consecutive prompt story for the WSS! I haven't missed a week in all that time. I hope you enjoy my latest tale. It's been a missing work week so I apologise if there are any mistakes or inconsistencies. Feedback welcome as always.Title : Trouble In Paradise
Author : Edward Davies
Word Count : 1605
Rating : PG13
Life in the small town of Paradise had always been a fun ride for Hollis Attwater, but like all rides it had to end sometime.
He’d been living under the fake name of Denholm Parks for three years, safely living his life without a worry in the world, but now all the worries he’d had prior to three years ago all came rushing back.
He recognised that face.
As he sat down at the counter of the local coffee shop, his usual hangout before he headed to his job at the local library, he watched the man in the unseasonably long coat and heavy hat walk through the door, the bell tinkling above his head. He caught a glimpse of the nose and lower half of the face of the man, recognising the deep scars and twisted leer that signalled he knew something that nobody else did.
Nervously Hollis finished his coffee, trying not to draw attention to himself as a waitress named Sabrina approached with the refill pot.
“You want another one, Denholm honey?” she asked politely, leaning towards him flirtatiously. The two had been dating for the last year, and Sabrina was the main reason Hollis came into the cafe every morning, just to see her for a few minutes before work. But today he had things on his mind other than his sexy girlfriend.
“Not right now, doll,” Hollis replied, his voice sounding like something out of an old Humphrey Bogart movie, “I’d better get going. Work to do, you know”
“But the library doesn’t open up for another half an hour,” Sabrina objected as Hollis put his coffee cup aside and clambered down from his stool, “is something the matter?”
“Not at all,” Hollis said, smiling weakly in an attempt to convince his girlfriend that nothing was wrong when, potentially, everything was wrong, “I’m fine.”
“Denholm, wait,” Sabrina called after Hollis as he left the cafe, exactly the sort of attention he was trying to avoid. The man in the coat and hat tried not to look, but Hollis could tell he was watching him leave. Without looking back, Hollis ran across the street in the direction of the library.
As he approached the doors, Hollis scrambled for his keys. Once he found the correct key for the door he looked over his shoulder to the cafe, where he could still see Sabrina watching him with concern in her eyes. He glanced towards where the man in the coat and hat had been sitting, but he wasn’t there any longer. Hollis turned back to the doors, turning the key as quickly as he could and entered the library building, closing and locking the door behind him. He could feel his entire world collapsing around him.
Breathing heavily, Hollis moved through the library without turning on the lights, cautiously and nervously looking around at the glass main doors to make sure the man who he thought was following him hadn’t shown up. He walked cautiously up to the door of his office, taking out his keys again and putting the correct one into the lock. He turned the key, almost deafened in the silence by the sound of the locks tumbling inside the door mechanism, then he gently eased the door open and walked inside.
“What took you so long, Hollis?”
Hollis almost jumped out of his skin, not just because of the appearance of the man in the coat and hat sat behind Hollis’s desk with his feet up on the table, but also at the use of his real name, a name he’d stopped using more than three years ago.
“I don’t know anyone called Hollis,” he lied, “my name is Denholm. Denholm Parks”
“Nice try Hollis,” the man said in a grating voice, “you’ve changed your hair, and the moustache is new, but I’d recognise you anywhere, boy.”
“Why are you here?” Hollis asked, giving up on his pretence, “What do you want with me?”
“I’m here to take you back,” the man said, rising from his seat, “you’re not supposed to be here. You know that better than anyone.”
“But I’ve made myself a life here,” Hollis pleaded, “I’m not Hollis Attwater any more, I’m Denholm Parks now.”
“You’re still Hollis Attwater,” the man approached slowly, “you always were and you always will be. And you have to answer for what you’ve done.”
“What I did?” Hollis shook his head in denial, “What I did was try to escape from a horrible life that I did not enjoy. What I did was try to move on, try to find a life that I could actually do something with. I have a girlfriend now, and a job – a proper actual job - and I don’t want to go back to that... that place.”
“You have to answer for your crimes,” the man in the coat and hat said, his deep scars twisting from a grimace into a frown, “what you did was... inexcusable.”
“But I had to do it,” Hollis replied, “I had no other choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” the man argued, “you could have just faced up to things and admitted your mistakes.”
“But they weren’t mistakes,” Hollis disagreed, “I’ve made a life for myself here. I want to stay.”
The man approached Hollis, putting his hand on his shoulder, “You know you can’t. What you’ve done could have spelled disaster – and not just for you but for all of us.”
Hollis stared down at his feet, looking like a guilty child, “I don’t see how my own happiness could cause problems for everyone else,” he mumbled.
“What if people found out who you are?” the man said, warning in his voice, “And I don’t just mean that you’re Hollis Attwater – I mean who you really are?”
“I’m sure they’d understand.”
“Understand?” the man laughed, the scars on his face crinkling almost into a smile, “Are you insane? They wouldn’t understand why you were in their community, why you didn’t stick to your own kind.”
“Sabrina would,” Hollis insisted.
“Sabrina would be the first to show disgust,” the man in the coat and hat looked hard at Hollis, “if you ever told her, no matter what you think, she would tell someone and they would lock you away, or worse.”
“Worse?”
“They’d kill you, Hollis,” the man frowned, “they’d kill you and gut you. It’s happened before.”
“You mean like in those old movies?”
“It might have been seventy years ago, but people don’t change. They’ll always see you as different, and they’d want you dead.”
Hollis looked at the scarred man, his mind reeling with thoughts of leaving his new life and returning to his old one. He didn’t want to – he loved his life working n the library, his life with his girlfriend Sabrina, his life away from his perceived crimes. He stared at his shoes, thinking about what could happen to him if he remained where he was. What if they hurt Sabrina because of what he’d done. He looked up at the scarred man.
“We have to leave them something to convince them I didn’t just up and leave,” he said to the man, “I can’t have Sabrina thinking I walked out on her, especially if she isn’t to know the truth.”
“We can arrange a body,” the scarred man said. He pressed his finger to his ear, standing as if he were listening to someone on a phone or an earpiece, “perhaps a fire you could ‘die’ in.”
“That might work,” Hollis agreed, “do we have transportation?”
“There’s a vessel nearby,” the scarred man said.
Hollis breathed a heavy sigh, “Fine, I’ll come,” he said reluctantly, “so long as you make it so Sabrina doesn’t think I abandoned her.”
“Done, my son,” the scarred man said, and the two of them left the library through the rear exit.
“Am I still expected to be king some day?” Hollis asked as the two figures disappeared into the wilderness.
“Someday, my child,” the scarred man said. After removing his hat, he reached for his disfigured face, clawing his fingers under his jaw line and lifting what appeared to be a state of the art rubber mask. His actual features were almost reptilian, his skin a slick green colour and the lids of his eyes moved from the side inwards when he blinked. Hollis reached to his own face, pulling off his own mask and revealing a face much like the man in the long coat. They walked together towards a clearing where a barely visible flying machine sat crouched on the grass.
“Why do you always wear that ridiculous mask?” Hollis asked he who had been the man with the scarred face.
The man smiled, “It reminds me of a simpler time,” he said, “it got a little melted on a visit back in 1947, and I like that it keeps me cautious amongst manking.”
“I wish I didn’t have to be king, father,” Hollis said to the man who was, indeed, his father the king, “I wish I could have just stayed here and enjoyed life.”
“Maybe one day we will be able to reveal ourselves to the humans,” the king told him, “but until that day we must remain hidden. The people of Earth would like nothing more than to cut us open and experiment on us. They’ve done it before, and they’ll do it again.”
Hollis nodded in mute understanding as the two climbed aboard the vessel, and after a few minutes, as the library burnt to the ground with the fake Denholm Parks inside, they took off into the sky.
Happy anniversary indeed, Edward! I'll read and critique your story later on today. Here's to one hundred awesome tales by the delightfully British Edward Davies! :)
In partial reference to the anniversary thanks to both of you guys for posting. For some reason this has been the second week there were no other offerings for stories. I appreciate you helping the threads go on! :D
CJ wrote: "In partial reference to the anniversary thanks to both of you guys for posting. For some reason this has been the second week there were no other offerings for stories. I appreciate you helping the..."We're happy to do it, CJ! :)
Edward wrote: "This story is something of an anniversary for me - it's my 100th consecutive prompt story for the WSS! I haven't missed a week in all that time. I hope you enjoy my latest tale. It's been a missing..."Edward, you had a strangle hold on my attention from the beginning to the end. I kept wondering what the big secret was and it turns out to be another alien race twist that you seem to have an affinity for. Now I really want to know what Hollis did that was so wrong. Did he betray his race just by leaving them? Did he assassinate someone to have his political power? While it’s good to leave things open-ended, it does grind my curiosity not knowing what the crime really was. But that’s not really a criticism. One thing I do want to critique you about is the opening lines of your story. You give away the fact that something bad is going to happen to Hollis. While we don’t know exactly what it is until the end, you make us expect the worst without giving us a chance to feel the tension. Marie gives me this advice all the time when she critiques my Poison Tongue Tales stories since I used to do the same thing. Once you do away with that old habit, your writing will become much more surprising and much more thrilling. Other than that, nice job this week!
There are big hints as to what he did - if you must know, it was simply abandoning his people as the heir to the throne. Simple really. :D I'll read yours soon, though I've already voted for it seeing as there was no-one else to vote for. :D
Garrison wrote: "AUTHOR: Garrison KellyTITLE: Die Purring
GENRE: Romantic Fiction
WORD COUNT: 1.722
RATING: PG-13 for sexual references and swearing
On a gray winter afternoon, nothing was more relaxing for Sha..."
Finally got around to reading your story. Boy, I wish that guy wasn't called Edward :D I thought it was a funny topic to tackle, and I like that you never specify too much about what exactly the nappy-wearers are doing in the pictures, but it did kind of turn around a little too abruptly for my liking but hey, this is a short story, and there isn't that much room for realistic character development, and you got my vote by default this week (as I did yours). Keep it up, fella, I'm glad someone else can keep approaching these prompts with consistency each week.
I knew you'd love having your first name associated with a diaper fetishist. Hehe! Great feedback as usual, Edward. Indeed it is hard to work so much development into a small space. Practice makes perfect, though. :)
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