Short story Fiction

lepperochan said:Nameless one,
I liked the story, well written ..but I'm not getting the relevance to the prompt, which is a shame because as said, it's well written

anyhow thank's for the read. welcome


O.o HOLY FUCK!! I'm soooo sorry!! I hadn't read the first post all the way through!! I just saw the initial statement and posted... Please neglect my last post and think nothing more of it... I'll try to be more vigilant next time...

Karmik    (please use this one, thank you)


I fucking knew it. I Sent those jokers to the main street market for a bit of brisket and look! Look what's happened! Again. I sat just this morning begging reassurance of these stunts being a thing of the past, and I thought we really understood each other. I mean, I actually believed those morons for a good twenty minutes. This started way back, though. Old habits die hard. I've been told by the so called professionals that this is just as strong an addiction as something like heroin. Addicted to sexual fetishes..it just does not sit comfortably in my mind. The need to dress up in these crazy costumes, do a load of RUSH and play cat and mouse..it's not an easy one to comprehend.
I'd always thought the public humiliation thing was asking for trouble. I mean, you have a naked or oddly dressed person standing there on a leash or being held up by some toy gun by their master. only the public have no clue what's going on and sometimes the authorities get called. Usually, these public exhibitionists have a secret get away alley or car stashed but these two were trying to squeeze in a quick fix before getting busted for backsliding and got careless. Downright sloppy in their efforts. I'd heard not long after the cops called my cell that they'd been mixed up with Top Hat Joe..a notorious smack dealer on the lower east side. Also known for cutting his pure  with lethal shit for favors-like  knocking off the druggies who's acquired enemies.
So, now I've got these god damned detectives all over my business, I can't make head nor tails of what they think my involvement is. Those two are old buddies from my tripping days, I owe them a lot for what they did for me after two too many hits of purple hippo. still, I told them they were taking my devotion too far, my kindness as weakness.
Smug bastards, promised me they's avoid the underground. Said they'd never even glance on those depot's again. I'm sure there was bigger action behind it all than any of us simple minds could fathom. i suppose they went out doing what they did best though. Chasing the high that brought them low. Stupid fuck's, now I'm responsible for their remains..I'd say the necrophiliacs could take on this chore for me. I mean, I see nothing wrong in that. They were always yacking on at me about the peoples right to fetishes as long as there were no victims-nobody getting hurt against their will. This sounds perfectly just to me, no harm done if they get fondled for a few days.

As I was boarding the train I heard somone scream cut!  And I was greatly startled.  Then a fellow in one of those director hats holding a stick you might swat at a horses ass held it up to my face.

"You aren't supposed to be on this train it's a closed movie set!!  We are filming right now!!" this squirmy little man screeched at me.

"Cool I always want to be in a movie!  Let me guess your obviously filming some sort of Super Hero battle sequence right?" I tilted my head eagerly.  

"Nope..If you must know it is a public service announcement for condoning hometown super hero vigilantism."his teeth began clenching and his fist were raising toward me.

"Ok....chill I will find another car.  Don't have a breakdown about all this."I began turning slightly.

Then the director grabbed me and said "Wait stand like that with the light hitting your forehead.  ahhhh perfect!  You might be the missing backdrop fellow we been wanting for this final cut."he eagerly jumped and clasped his hands.

Then he told me "Go over to wardrobe they will do you up come back in a few and we will make you a damn star!!!"

My face let up but little did I realize what the costume would be..

To be con't!

Alright, this was fairly close. having got it down to three, then two it was Jack's that stood out.

Thank you all for participating, certainly no easy task, I tried one myself, couldn't string my storyline together properly.

So, winner Jack, runner up Mr A

Mikkie, Kitty   both very good stories, especially your second one Mikkie.

Vortexman, good to see you making the effort, decent one at that.

Nameless one, well, you know the craic, thanks for the read man.

Jack's was definitely the worthiest. Well done.

Cheers for the inspo, Crackman. :)

Ok, apologies for the delay in actually awarding a trophy here, circumstances at the time had me high as a kite on hospital meds. Can't award Jack his trophy 'cos he went and fucked off, so Mr A gets it since it was so close in the first place

thank you all for your impatience:)  

Great. Jack's star. Woofuckinghoo!

Na cheers, Eamonn, and haha! Fuck you, Jack!

Thanks for hosting this,craic and congrats to Mr.A! Great entries in here, I'm honored