Stalker (with nudity!)

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I think I stay up too late...and listen to too much evil devils music...heh...and, to make sure you can tell me from the story...differant fonts. Disclaimer! This story...it's fucked up.
Him~Everything is perfect. Nothing is out of place, I've made sure of it. Every detail is as it sould be, from the way her old socks lay at the foot of her bed to the exact angle her mirror was at. That took three hours, but it was worth it...to touch what she's touched, the sheer orgasmic feeling of finally seeing somthing that she touches, something she uses...it's almost enough to make me faint. The clock screams at me with it's flourecent green voice, she's coming home. I smile, and take my place, hidden, away from her eyes, but still in a place where my eyes can find her, and I wait. The light streams through the slats in the door, and the air is heavy with her scent...her shoes, dresses, purses, old boxes with winter sweaters, dirty underware...I could live here. I hazily remeber reaching out and grabbing a fistful of cloth, bringing it up and caressing my face with it. The pain in my legs be damned...there she is. A living goddess, carved from ivory made flesh. Ah...pink...she always wore pink well, the way the color complimented her shape. Changing now, form work to play, casually stripping away her old skin, reaching for another...I feel a growing warmth from between my legs, and shudder, watching...watching. One day, I'll take her as mine...love her beyond anyone who has ever loved her...press my lips to her's, in a swet embrace that none shall tear asunder.
Her~ School was okay today. Me and Amber got to play on the swings all by ourselfs, and it was fun. I can't hardly wait until my birfday on saturday. My brother can't wait eaifer. He says he has a special surprise for me. He's always so nice to me, giving me hugs and stuff. He's a good brother. I can't believe I'm going to be six!

-- Zero_6ix (Zero_6ix@hotmail.com), July 21, 2002

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Zero, I would tell you that you need help, but I wrote a Poetic Suicide note, so I cant. Because it would be hypocritical.

Damn good story. One of those "Pull the carpet out from under your feet" stories. I like it, very much.

-- KillerCrud (killercrud@hotmail.com), July 21, 2002.

lol, that was freekin' great...and disturbing....but still great...

-- Davey Rootbeer (yankeefans2@juno.com), July 21, 2002.

Well i did not expect that ending

~poof~

-- Magic Knight Of The Dark Moon (keroplush@hotmail.com), July 21, 2002.


I like it, I only wish you'd let us know she was so young in a different way... I don't know, something more poetic? Or letting us know without actually telling us right out? You know, like you did with his point of view. Anyway, it's awesome. Keep up the good work.

-- Kant (kant@kant.com), July 21, 2002.

No, but see, its showing the creepily way HE writes as compared to her 6 year oldish thought pattern. Its good the way it is.

-- KillerCrud (killercrud@hotmail.com), July 21, 2002.


Oh, I hadn't seen it that way. Yeah, now that I see it that way it looks a lot better. You're right.

-- Kant (kant@kant.com), July 21, 2002.

Yeah...using the speech patters of a six year old as compared to his...how old is he? Now that is the question...

-- Zero_6ix (Zero_6ix@hotmail.com), July 21, 2002.

That is also part of the.. hmm... freaky-ness. I think it's disturbing yet in a thought provoking kind of way..

-- ArchPyro (ZemoruePyxil@aol.com), July 22, 2002.

That was awesome. I never knew DL had a sister.

-- FC (.@..com), July 22, 2002.

I rewrote Zero's story. I hope everyone likes it.
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Him~ Everything is perfect. Nothing is out of place; I've made sure of it. Every detail is as it should be, from the way her old bones lay at the foot of her bed to the exact angle her mirror was at. That took three hours, but it was worth it...to touch what she's touched, the sheer orgasmic feeling of finally seeing something that she touches, something she uses...it's almost enough to make me faint. The clock screams at me with its florescent green voice, she's coming home from here walk. I smile, and take my place, hidden, away from her eyes, but still in a place where my eyes can find her, and I wait. The light streams through the slats in the door, and the air is heavy with her scent. The pain in my legs be damned...there she is. A living goddess, carved from ivory made flesh. I feel a growing warmth from between my legs, and shudder, watching...watching. One day, I'll take her as mine...love her beyond anyone who has ever loved her...press my lips to her's, in a sweet embrace that none shall tear asunder.
Her~ Bark

By: Zero_6ix
Rewritten for the sick mind by: FC
P.S.: This is a joke, if you didn't already notice.

-- FC (.@..com), July 23, 2002.


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