Night comes quick to New york. You can see the fading twilight glisten against the tall skyscrapers.
Tonite was the "fifty years of swinging" party at the skybar. As a model these type of events usually were open to me, but beneath me. But tonite I was forlorn. I wanted to do something....different.
I put on a pair of leather pants, and a tight low cut shirt. Then I layed a coating of black nail polish on my fingers. After combing down my straight black hair, I looked in the mirror. I was femme fatale meets Russian punk and I loved it.
My car service brought me to the skybar around 7. I took the elevator up to the top floor: The VIP room. There were other models, along with politicians, movie stars, and even some Russian mafioso's. At first my heart sank. same kind of people I always saw, with nothing new to offer until I turned around. At the entrance was a very striking man. He stood at 6'1 or 6'2, with wavy brown hair. His face had light stubble, which gave him an air of ruggidity. Something came over me...an urge, even a physical need. Our eyes met and we walked, meeting each other halfway. As if blurting it out I said:" I want your body". His look was one of perplexed satisfaction. He moved in and we kissed. The passion between us was fiery. We broke away, and I pulled his ear towards my mouth and whispered something to him sensually.We both knew what was coming next.
For the party, several swinger rooms had been set up, and they were first come first serve. We straggled in, embracing. I closed and locked the door while I "unlocked" his mouth. We flipped over onto the bed. Beginning to interlock bodies, I wrapped my legs around him and we drifted.
In that moment of bliss, of pure unadulterated ambrosia, something happened. It wasn't my first time so when this sensation occurred it was definitely different. It was a moment of clarity and transference. I felt a small power rise within me, and then we reached our peak, falling into a listful enrapturement, and I passed out.
I wandered into a strange dream. It was fast with images flashing before my eyes. I saw a soldier running through an array of bullets, then my "liaison" dissecting the body of the same soldier, and finally an image of us in the heat of the moment.
I woke up abruptly to see the sun lighting the small rendezvous room. I put on my clothes but stayed quiet so as not to wake up my sleeping partner. Something had changed though. When I looked at him, all the feelings of attraction had vanished.
It had been a fun evening and all but now, in the harsh light of day a certain fear had arisen. At an event like this, with all the celebrities that had been around, and with other sleepover guests like us there were bound to be paparazzi snooping around for a scoop. If I was caught in a trashy expose my career as a model would be over, no questions asked. Then it happened again. I had another flash, similar to the dreams and I saw the soldier again, poised with bullets coming at him, and he praying for himself to be able to endure them. And with force of thought he did. What was happening to me. What were these "visions" trying to show me? And then it got worse. Outside I heard camera clicking and an anxious reporting exclaiming," tomorrow's front page is going to read: Philanthropist gets freaky on Friday." I was fucked. I just wished I could walk out unseen. Then if things couldn't possibly go more south, the flashes made a final appearance. I saw my unconscious lover wishing for luck while scratching out a lottery ticket, and wouldn't you know it, he won. It was becoming clear to me what was going on as I made the connections. The soldier had touched the lover and he touched me. I knew I had felt something during the sex. I still felt it inside me. I centralized a single thought into my mind. Don't be seen. I focused my will completely on it, with every bit of fear becoming necessity for this to work. Then I opened the door and watched as the photographer seemed to look through and upon what seemed to be his lack of notice he walked past me and began taking pictures of my one night stand. I crept across the VIP room to the elevator and escaped to the first floor as fast as possible. When the fear subsided a wave of relief washed over me. I smiled to myself curtly. I had left my home the night before seeking a certain " je ne c'est quoi" (french for I don't know) and I had found it assuming this wasn't all a dream. After seeing what I did and what the others did I knew what I wanted and more importantly I knew what I had. Power
End of volume one of connections
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Body (tobin hines)
Today wasn't my day. I missed my train and bus. I couldn't hale a cab for shit and I was supposed to be at work an hour ago.
I got to the morgue two hours and thirty minutes late but I was lucky, I had the most understanding Medical examiner in all the world to deal with. " so what was it today? hangover? traffic? superhero emergency?" I smirked." I was feeding my black cat while shattering a bunch of mirrors. wow that bad huh? well you'll love today, we're autopsying a soldier." I gave him a crooked stare." I thought the army dealt with their own?" The M.E. smiled." A friend of mine thought I needed some excitement in my life and considering my job is dealing with the dead, a charred war hero out of an upstate mountain division was just what the doctor..I mean me, ordered. OK so dumb question ....if he's charred what's to examine" The M.E. walked over to the table with the body laying on it. He took a small scalpel and dislodged a small piece of metal and dropped it in a metal pan. " The soldier had a dozen bullets in him pre mortem, and the wounds would have killed him instantly but for some reason the burns he sustained were also pre mortem but post bullets, and the elapsed time between the shots and fire tell me he managed to run through a wall of bullets, lolly gag for five minutes and then got caught in the explosion." He turned and we both look at each other in quiet shock," Is that possible?" I asked. " It's a first for me" he said.
We began the process of the autopsy: cutting, removing, draining.I t was arduous, because charred skin is as hard to cut as it looks. Finally the M.E. handed me a beaker with some of the soldiers blood and said:" take this to the lab for the tox screen, I'm sure it'll be routine, I mean nothing in him suggests abnormalities beyond a normal soldier." He was right on point. I walked the beaker over. I wasn't sure, but my eyes glazed over the beaker and for a moment I thought I saw a glow but it was probably just the lights.
I slipped but caught the beaker, but the shaking splashed some of the blood up onto me. The M.E. walked over. " I'll take this and you go cleanup, I don't need to hear you got aides while apprenticing under me during an illegal autopsy" Typical..it was just my luck.
I washed my hands off in the sink, but it was weird. When the blood hit me, I felt a rush...almost euphoric. I couldn't explain it but in that moment I wanted my luck to change, and oddly enough...it did.
The water in the sink was filling up, something was caught in the drain. I reached in and pulled out a wet, wrinkled hundred dollar bill. " Hey doctor , did you lose any money?" The M.E. turned and saw the bill. " No but I wish I had you lucky dog. Well see you tomorrow doc." I waved and walked out. The next thought was to see if luck was really on my side.
I wish I could say I proved myself right by thinking the hundred dollar bill was a fluke, but it wasn't. Everything I did swung my way. I hailed three cabs at once, I got home an hour early, hell I played the lottery and became an a thousand a week for life winner. I thought it couldn't get better but then I got a call from my brother Derek, the club promoter. " Toby I got an extra ticket for a party hosted at the sky bar, you in?" I chuckled to myself, " Why not Derek, I'll meet you there in an hour." This was more than luck..it was my dreams coming true in essence.
Wouldn't you know it, I got to the sky bar early and because I did I got confused for that brokeback mountain kid so I got let into the VIP room. Once inside I spotted the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was pale..probably Russian. She had full pouting lips, of crimson red color. Her pants were tight and made of leather, with matching black nails. Her breast were ample and well extenuated with a tight black top. She could've been a dominatrix. We met half way through the room. In a quiet seductive voice she said:" I vant yoor body"
I got to the morgue two hours and thirty minutes late but I was lucky, I had the most understanding Medical examiner in all the world to deal with. " so what was it today? hangover? traffic? superhero emergency?" I smirked." I was feeding my black cat while shattering a bunch of mirrors. wow that bad huh? well you'll love today, we're autopsying a soldier." I gave him a crooked stare." I thought the army dealt with their own?" The M.E. smiled." A friend of mine thought I needed some excitement in my life and considering my job is dealing with the dead, a charred war hero out of an upstate mountain division was just what the doctor..I mean me, ordered. OK so dumb question ....if he's charred what's to examine" The M.E. walked over to the table with the body laying on it. He took a small scalpel and dislodged a small piece of metal and dropped it in a metal pan. " The soldier had a dozen bullets in him pre mortem, and the wounds would have killed him instantly but for some reason the burns he sustained were also pre mortem but post bullets, and the elapsed time between the shots and fire tell me he managed to run through a wall of bullets, lolly gag for five minutes and then got caught in the explosion." He turned and we both look at each other in quiet shock," Is that possible?" I asked. " It's a first for me" he said.
We began the process of the autopsy: cutting, removing, draining.I t was arduous, because charred skin is as hard to cut as it looks. Finally the M.E. handed me a beaker with some of the soldiers blood and said:" take this to the lab for the tox screen, I'm sure it'll be routine, I mean nothing in him suggests abnormalities beyond a normal soldier." He was right on point. I walked the beaker over. I wasn't sure, but my eyes glazed over the beaker and for a moment I thought I saw a glow but it was probably just the lights.
I slipped but caught the beaker, but the shaking splashed some of the blood up onto me. The M.E. walked over. " I'll take this and you go cleanup, I don't need to hear you got aides while apprenticing under me during an illegal autopsy" Typical..it was just my luck.
I washed my hands off in the sink, but it was weird. When the blood hit me, I felt a rush...almost euphoric. I couldn't explain it but in that moment I wanted my luck to change, and oddly enough...it did.
The water in the sink was filling up, something was caught in the drain. I reached in and pulled out a wet, wrinkled hundred dollar bill. " Hey doctor , did you lose any money?" The M.E. turned and saw the bill. " No but I wish I had you lucky dog. Well see you tomorrow doc." I waved and walked out. The next thought was to see if luck was really on my side.
I wish I could say I proved myself right by thinking the hundred dollar bill was a fluke, but it wasn't. Everything I did swung my way. I hailed three cabs at once, I got home an hour early, hell I played the lottery and became an a thousand a week for life winner. I thought it couldn't get better but then I got a call from my brother Derek, the club promoter. " Toby I got an extra ticket for a party hosted at the sky bar, you in?" I chuckled to myself, " Why not Derek, I'll meet you there in an hour." This was more than luck..it was my dreams coming true in essence.
Wouldn't you know it, I got to the sky bar early and because I did I got confused for that brokeback mountain kid so I got let into the VIP room. Once inside I spotted the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was pale..probably Russian. She had full pouting lips, of crimson red color. Her pants were tight and made of leather, with matching black nails. Her breast were ample and well extenuated with a tight black top. She could've been a dominatrix. We met half way through the room. In a quiet seductive voice she said:" I vant yoor body"
Sunday, February 22, 2009
chaos (jake morgan)
Present Day
The desert of Afghanistan was hot and rife with the dead. I was stationed here after the country fell apart. Our C.O. ( commanding officer) was in an uproar of joy when we were deployed out of fort Drum. Maybe because he wanted to die or maybe because we were the first mountain division out of NY to be sent. Either way, Only two things were bombarding my senses when we stepped off the plane: Sand..and blood.
We'd had strict orders to stay clear of the border. A reporter had been abducted after crossing a checkpoint into the Pakistani mountains and word from the brass was to let NATO and the UN take care of the delicate stuff. Our C.O.' s ambition reared its ugly head and his orders were to hurtle ourselves into a search and rescue mission so we could bring honor and glory to American troops everywhere. The Irony was cruel.
We crossed through the checkpoint, the C.O. handing the border troops some bull about having to do recon that had been authorized by Petreus himself.
The mountain towns weren't anything like what you'd think from the rumors of Osama around them. The people tried to be friendly or at least they seemed as much but none of us spoke Urdu or Farsi and all I had to go on was the smiles and clasped hands. It was sad really. People like this don't deserve to be casualties of war.
The trip would have been long but the army had posted the GPS coordinates of the reporters last known whereabouts and we just happened to be in posses ion of Lockheed martin's best. We crept around a jagged cliff and onto flatland. It was a small nook between the cliff we traversed and an parallel cliff. We stopped for a second to rest and I pulled off my boot to check my blisters. It was gone. What I hadn't told my C.O. was that after we got off the plane for days before this, strange things had been happening. Wounds healing too quickly, Feeling cool in hundred degree whether, and one of the nights I could swear I woke up back in a real bed before I blinked and saw myself in my cot. Things I'd...wanted to an extent were happening.
We closed into a narrow pass and on the other side we met trouble. The C.O. rounded a corner and his body fell back with a round in his head. The unit rushed around, guns a blazing, blasting wildly at a group of insurgency. There were hits on both sides. Most of our men went down, but my shots were good and any bullets that managed to hit me didn't hurt. One of them ran from a cave and with only seconds to spare, fired a barrage of bullets at me. I felt each one penetrate me but whatever this power was, it saved my life. I winced, drew my desert eagle and fired at him point blank. I entered the cave and slowly edged to the back, gun held ready. On the ground towards the back of the small cave lay a man wearing tattered clothes and a press pass. I crouched down, placing my arm under his ,lifting him and straddling him slowly. I heard the roars of gunfire and the sounds of F-15's flying overhead. We inched to the cave entrance and the reporter couched, " what's happening?" One of the insurgents ran towards us pressing the button of a plastic explosive. "Chaos" I said. The split second I had wasn't enough. The explosion engulfed us both . It was quick.
The desert of Afghanistan was hot and rife with the dead. I was stationed here after the country fell apart. Our C.O. ( commanding officer) was in an uproar of joy when we were deployed out of fort Drum. Maybe because he wanted to die or maybe because we were the first mountain division out of NY to be sent. Either way, Only two things were bombarding my senses when we stepped off the plane: Sand..and blood.
We'd had strict orders to stay clear of the border. A reporter had been abducted after crossing a checkpoint into the Pakistani mountains and word from the brass was to let NATO and the UN take care of the delicate stuff. Our C.O.' s ambition reared its ugly head and his orders were to hurtle ourselves into a search and rescue mission so we could bring honor and glory to American troops everywhere. The Irony was cruel.
We crossed through the checkpoint, the C.O. handing the border troops some bull about having to do recon that had been authorized by Petreus himself.
The mountain towns weren't anything like what you'd think from the rumors of Osama around them. The people tried to be friendly or at least they seemed as much but none of us spoke Urdu or Farsi and all I had to go on was the smiles and clasped hands. It was sad really. People like this don't deserve to be casualties of war.
The trip would have been long but the army had posted the GPS coordinates of the reporters last known whereabouts and we just happened to be in posses ion of Lockheed martin's best. We crept around a jagged cliff and onto flatland. It was a small nook between the cliff we traversed and an parallel cliff. We stopped for a second to rest and I pulled off my boot to check my blisters. It was gone. What I hadn't told my C.O. was that after we got off the plane for days before this, strange things had been happening. Wounds healing too quickly, Feeling cool in hundred degree whether, and one of the nights I could swear I woke up back in a real bed before I blinked and saw myself in my cot. Things I'd...wanted to an extent were happening.
We closed into a narrow pass and on the other side we met trouble. The C.O. rounded a corner and his body fell back with a round in his head. The unit rushed around, guns a blazing, blasting wildly at a group of insurgency. There were hits on both sides. Most of our men went down, but my shots were good and any bullets that managed to hit me didn't hurt. One of them ran from a cave and with only seconds to spare, fired a barrage of bullets at me. I felt each one penetrate me but whatever this power was, it saved my life. I winced, drew my desert eagle and fired at him point blank. I entered the cave and slowly edged to the back, gun held ready. On the ground towards the back of the small cave lay a man wearing tattered clothes and a press pass. I crouched down, placing my arm under his ,lifting him and straddling him slowly. I heard the roars of gunfire and the sounds of F-15's flying overhead. We inched to the cave entrance and the reporter couched, " what's happening?" One of the insurgents ran towards us pressing the button of a plastic explosive. "Chaos" I said. The split second I had wasn't enough. The explosion engulfed us both . It was quick.
What's goin on?!
well this here blog is all about a set of short internet stories i'm weaving together. They're each standalone snipits but as this blogs title implies they have a connection. The story will culminate eventually and a drawable conclusion will be brought out but until then I hope you like reading my work.
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