something or nothing

[happybunny2]

well I for one would like to read more from this.........



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[Oz]

Gah! Darn bunny! I saw another post and I thought that it was more story and I got all excited...ugh... you can't do that to me...

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"What about him? What are you doing with him?"
"What you should be doing with me..."

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[crazy a]

Harry stepped into the hot water and slowly, carefully, eased his bulk in.

"Ah, ah...shit, damn...ah, Jesus..."

He sat there, enjoying the feeling. He thought a hot bath was sometimes better than sex. At least with a bath, it was ready when he wanted it. He washed, dried off, found some clean clothes and dressed. He was feeling better already. Then the phone rang.

Harry looked up at the ceiling. Why, God, he thought, why me? I haven't asked for too much out of this life, have I? A roof over my head, a little money for beer, a piece of ass now and then and a lot of quiet. Was that unreasonable?

Harry picked up. "Hello?"
"Harry? This is Ronald."

Oh, hell. Ronald was another writer. He always appeared at readings. He came across as having a sensitive artistic soul. Harry didn't like him or his writing very much. Yet somehow, Ronald was a regular visitor with some kind of personal crisis, eating up Harry's time.

"Whatcha want, Ronny? What's the matter?"
"It's gone, Harry, it's gone, gone..."
"What's gone? Your dick?"
"My muse, my inspiration..."
"What the FUCK are you talking about?"
"Laura's gone, Harry. She left me last month. Now she's with some artist. He's had some paintings displayed at the gallery. And he's ten years younger than her. I don't understand."
"Nobody understands the female, Ronny."
"He doesn't have my kind of soul..."
"Neither does anyone else, Ron."
"I just don't understand it. Now I can't write anything, just bad love poems."
"Bad love poems make the world go 'round."
"But..." Ronald went on and on. Harry put the phone down and lit a cigarette. He could hear Ronald's little voice spilling out. His hours were being murdered. He thought of clock stores shot up by tommy-guns. He thought of the Grand Canyon being formed by a little river over thousands of years. What the hell.

Harry picked up the phone. "Ronny?"
"Yes?"
"Look, I gotta go. I'm starving."
"But what am I gonna do?"
"You're gonna do what better men than you have done throughout the centuries. You're gonna cry in your beer. You're gonna jack off and get a good night's sleep."
"But I don't drink."
"It's time you start."
"I don't masturbate, either."
"That's a large part of the problem right there. Whack off a couple times and you'll feel like a new man."
"Harry, you're terrible."
"That's what they say. Good-bye." He hung up.

I gotta get some food, he thought. Some food, some beer and then I'll be one with the universe and then maybe I can get something down on the paper, good or bad. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and headed for the door. There was a knock.

Harry looked at the ceiling. Jesus in Heaven, I'm ready to come home.

He opened the door. A young woman stood there. She had long black hair, blue eyes, red lips. She wore a tight-fitting blouse that her breasts filled out nicely. Her jeans hugged her hips and thighs.

"Are you Harry Thomson?"
"Yes."
"The writer?"
"Yes, yes..."
"I'm Sherry. I'm a big fan of yours. I'm gonna be in town a few days and I just had to meet you."
"Thank you. Uh...I was just about to get something to eat."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll come back later..."
"No, it's all right. Why don't you join me?"
"Oh, I couldn't. I don't want to intrude."
"No intrusion. I'm in a bit of a slump, anyway. Let's get something to eat, then we'll come back here and open a bottle of wine."
"Well...okay."

They went outside. The sun was setting. They got into Harry's car. He started it, backed up then drove west. Her perfume filled his head.

It was going to be a good night.
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Hope you enjoy it. True story: I had to answer the phone 5 times while writing this. Go figure.
See ya later.

[Oz]

This story is great. Keep it up!

[Fénix]

Down boy! -=poors a bucket of cold water on Oz's head=-....but the story is great crazy a. Can't wait for the next part. Nice and graphic too lol

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"I've had to spend the majority of my life vigilant against the thoughts and emotions of others pentrating my mind. But just this once, as the psychic dam begins to burst, I dont try to stop it... because the only emotion that comes crashing through the breakwall...
is hope.
It washes over everyone. Infectious... growing in strength...
Connecting us... uniting us... until suddenly...
strangers dont seem so strange anymore."
Jean Grey- X Men # 71

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