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Story Submission from Xinno (AOC) - for the writing contest
Story Submission from Xinno (AOC) - for the writing contest
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:23 pm
A story by Xinno of AOC:
Not too worried about us easily giving up the keep since they can't take it... More worried about the raping of our walls, destruction of our builds and the outside chance of them stealing our wives and sexing them up causing her to become pregnant with a "love child."
Nine months later there is a baby and everyone is trying to convince you it looks exactly like you, but you constantly worry about it. A few worry filled years pass and you are no longer able to see the women you once fell head over heels in love with. You begin to loathe her and everything she does. As time goes by you begin to neglect the child and grow further apart from your wife. No longer can you recall the good times or the fun you and her once had.
Many sleepless nights and years follow. Instead of sleep you spend your nights wondering, worrying and searching the depths of your mind for the truth about this dreadful situation... The sleepless nights add up and begin to take their tole on you. Time no longer moves for you, all the events of your life and especially those of your daily life begin to meld together as all you continue do is wonder and worry, still desperately seeking the truth. You lose your job, your house and everything you had worked so hard to obtain. You become and animal, a monster and it is all her fault. Those people who once loved and respected you begin to see you for your "true and new" self. Your family and friends who care about you make many desperate attempts to bring you back to the way you use to be, but they all fail. Your wife and the child you have grown to hate are the only ones that stand by your side.
After a few more months of no sleep, your wife and now 6 year old child begin to see what a monster you have become but they stick around in some sort of loyal and selfless act. Why is she sticking around now? Why does she still attempt to fix me and care for me? These problems would not exist if she would have been faithful before, why now? You try to hide the fact you have become a complete animal or play it off as being caused by the stress of losing your job and house but the years of worry and anger make hiding your new self impossible to do. It is painfully obvious to everyone that you have become a monster and there is nothing in the world that can change that.
One morning after another sleepless night in your "new" home, which is actually your '92 Ford Festiva... Your ***** of a wife slaps down some divorce papers on your dashboard and leaves with the child. You watch her walk away then mindless stare out your window.
A few months later you see her and she is looking hot and seems very happy, she has found a new life and walks the street with her new love. They stroll down the road hand in hand without a care in the world. Smiling, laughing and enjoying everything you and her once had. You focus and try to remember when you and her had those times together but no longer can you recall any of those days or events. They must have existed... Looking down towards your feet, you see your overgrown beard, ragged clothes and stick shaped body. How did she do this to you? How can things be so good for the person who ruined my life? Is there no God?
After seeing her you run back to your car and have a good cry, drinking deeply of the whiskey you had stole earlier in the day... You wonder how this happened and remember back to the fateful day Order was sieged by SHC. After much cursing and some violent thrashing in your back seat the tears have dried and you search for a razor blade but are unable to find one. You have become a monster and a bum, WTF would you need a razor for? You smash your fist through the backseat window, grabbing a large shard of glass with your hand. The edges cut your palm but it doesn't sting like it should, it feels empowering and sets you into a fit of pure insanity. Chuckling wildly you begin to move the glass up your arm, cutting deeply as the blood starts to gush. Slowly you begin to lean back, no longer able to sit up.
The last thought that goes through your head is your wife being a ***** instead of remembering the happier days...
Could go something like that guys, so guess we best be prepared...
The above story was submitted by Xinno to my forum mailbox. I've cut & pasted it here for all to enjoy.
Good Luck Xinno!
Okken
Not too worried about us easily giving up the keep since they can't take it... More worried about the raping of our walls, destruction of our builds and the outside chance of them stealing our wives and sexing them up causing her to become pregnant with a "love child."
Nine months later there is a baby and everyone is trying to convince you it looks exactly like you, but you constantly worry about it. A few worry filled years pass and you are no longer able to see the women you once fell head over heels in love with. You begin to loathe her and everything she does. As time goes by you begin to neglect the child and grow further apart from your wife. No longer can you recall the good times or the fun you and her once had.
Many sleepless nights and years follow. Instead of sleep you spend your nights wondering, worrying and searching the depths of your mind for the truth about this dreadful situation... The sleepless nights add up and begin to take their tole on you. Time no longer moves for you, all the events of your life and especially those of your daily life begin to meld together as all you continue do is wonder and worry, still desperately seeking the truth. You lose your job, your house and everything you had worked so hard to obtain. You become and animal, a monster and it is all her fault. Those people who once loved and respected you begin to see you for your "true and new" self. Your family and friends who care about you make many desperate attempts to bring you back to the way you use to be, but they all fail. Your wife and the child you have grown to hate are the only ones that stand by your side.
After a few more months of no sleep, your wife and now 6 year old child begin to see what a monster you have become but they stick around in some sort of loyal and selfless act. Why is she sticking around now? Why does she still attempt to fix me and care for me? These problems would not exist if she would have been faithful before, why now? You try to hide the fact you have become a complete animal or play it off as being caused by the stress of losing your job and house but the years of worry and anger make hiding your new self impossible to do. It is painfully obvious to everyone that you have become a monster and there is nothing in the world that can change that.
One morning after another sleepless night in your "new" home, which is actually your '92 Ford Festiva... Your ***** of a wife slaps down some divorce papers on your dashboard and leaves with the child. You watch her walk away then mindless stare out your window.
A few months later you see her and she is looking hot and seems very happy, she has found a new life and walks the street with her new love. They stroll down the road hand in hand without a care in the world. Smiling, laughing and enjoying everything you and her once had. You focus and try to remember when you and her had those times together but no longer can you recall any of those days or events. They must have existed... Looking down towards your feet, you see your overgrown beard, ragged clothes and stick shaped body. How did she do this to you? How can things be so good for the person who ruined my life? Is there no God?
After seeing her you run back to your car and have a good cry, drinking deeply of the whiskey you had stole earlier in the day... You wonder how this happened and remember back to the fateful day Order was sieged by SHC. After much cursing and some violent thrashing in your back seat the tears have dried and you search for a razor blade but are unable to find one. You have become a monster and a bum, WTF would you need a razor for? You smash your fist through the backseat window, grabbing a large shard of glass with your hand. The edges cut your palm but it doesn't sting like it should, it feels empowering and sets you into a fit of pure insanity. Chuckling wildly you begin to move the glass up your arm, cutting deeply as the blood starts to gush. Slowly you begin to lean back, no longer able to sit up.
The last thought that goes through your head is your wife being a ***** instead of remembering the happier days...
Could go something like that guys, so guess we best be prepared...
The above story was submitted by Xinno to my forum mailbox. I've cut & pasted it here for all to enjoy.
Good Luck Xinno!
Okken
Re: Story Submission from Xinno (AOC) - for the writing contest
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:33 pm
Damn X.. that's even darker a second time. rofl.
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Re: Story Submission from Xinno (AOC) - for the writing cont
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 1:55 pm
Thanks for posting for me Okken.
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