Walter Sims had just finished his last class for the day. It was Thursday afternoon and he was anxious to get home to his writing. Walter was a Creative Writing teacher at the local junior college in the town of," Concord, New Hampshire." This Fall would mark his sixteenth year at the college as an instructor. As he picked up his brown leather briefcase he thought about how routine and boring his life really was. He got out of bed in the morning, shaved, got dressed, feed his dog Max, and made his daily one mile walk to school unless the weather was bad which then He drove his, "Honda Civic."
He walked into the men's restroom and relieved his bladder. Washing his hands he looked at his tired appearance in the mirror. He was 38 with a bald head, a large heavy set body, and some people said that he reminded them of the actor, "Michael Chikilis." He picked up his briefcase from the bathroom floor and headed for the exit door. When he walked outside he noticed what a beautiful Fall day it was with all the trees awash in color. It was now three weeks into the new semester and most things were abou the same in his drab life. He would have told you he had never had much luck with women. He recalled a time he tried to pick up this really hot chick in a bar. Using a pick up line from online chick magnet guru he crashed and burned. Actually he left with slap to the face.
When he reached the halfway point of his walk he entered into a local park. He was enjoying the slightly soft breeze which made the walk that much more pleseant. He was about to exit to his street when he saw something gold and shiny in the grass. On closer observation he saw that it was a man's pocketwatch. He picked it up and opened it, thinking he might find a owners name. All that it read was, "Be Careful What You Wish For." How strange he thought as he placed it in his jean pocket.
Walter would say that he may no tbe God's gift to women but did know how to write fiction. Actually he had gotten good enough to get a contract from a small publisher on a series of the main same character. His repeat character was," Dr. Richard Bachman. " Bachman was in his upper thrities, tall, handsome, sauve and a ladykiller. He was a suregon at Mass General in Boston and taught partime at Harvard Med School. Bachman was always the hero in the story the good guy who solved a crime along with the police. Wlater knew every detail of his personality, insdie and out.
Walter opened the door of his home at 2222 Braiarwood St. As he walked in he pulled the watch from his pocket and placed it on the kitchen table, his dachsund named Max greeted him with nice lick on the face. He walked in the kitchen got Max's bowl and gave him his dinner. Then he popped a Lean Cuisine in the microwave for himself. While he watching the turntable turn the box he started thinking about the new Bachman book. This would be the tenth one in the series. "Why couldn't my life be more like Bachman's", he said to himself aloud?” Why couldn't he get the hot nurses like Bachman? Taking his dinner out of the microwave he took it to the table and began to work on the new book.
The title of the New book would be called, "The Dark Face in the Mirror."
Actually all the books had dark in the title. The first book was titled, "The Dark Shadow." In this story Dr. Bachman uncovers a sociopathic killer in the hospital and as always he gets to lay the hottest new nurse at the end. In this book he was going to give Bachman a darker side. He wanted to give his reader's something new.
Walter recalled something his English lit teacher had said at Dartmouth. He had said, "A truly good fiction writer develops a good plot line but adds many twist, turns, and surprises for the reader along the way. . You will also get to know your main character like the back of your hand. Sometimes you find yourself in what I call the writer's zone where you will find yourself typing a story without conscious thought. Finally he added, " In many ways when you write the same character over and over in a fictional sense, you become that character."
In the new book Bachman would solve a crime but in this book he would explore a dark side of Bachman. In this book he would have an obsession for a call girl named, Loraine. Loraine would act out all kind of wild and erotic fantasies every week at the same time on a Friday afternoon. She lived in Concord at 4477 Woodbury Dr.
It was around 6:30 when he began the book and quarter of twelve when he typed, The End. He had noticed that evening his fingers were in an organized frenzy. He realized how dog -tired he was and clicked on save in Word. He had thought about checking out the girls webcams sites but decided he was even to tired to jack off. He picked up the pocket watch from the table and studied it. "
"Why can't I have more excitemtnt in my life like Bachman. I wish sometimes that I were Bachman. He decided it was time to go to bed. Quickly getting ready he was soon under the covers and fast asleep. What he did not see on the kitchen table where he had left the watch was the eerie green glow on the watch face and the time reading, 12:01 A.M.
Walter was awaken from his sex dream by a loud buzzing which he realized was his alarm clock. He quickly got dressed and fed Max and started out the door with a coffee and bagel. The weather had turned much colder overnight and looked like rain. He decided that he would drive his car to work today.
When he walked in his classrooom the students were all ready for his lecture.
Today's lecture was on adding suspense elements to your writing. He started to speak, "When doing Mcbirney's incision for an appendectomy you use the following technique. What the hell he thought that was suppose to be,"A really good fiction writer will intertwine his story with many suspense elements, but that was not the words coming out of his mouth. This was bizzare and surreal. When he finished the lecture a student came up to him and told him, Great lecture today doc on Mcbirney's incision. "
Panicced he quickly grabbed his notes and walked out the exit door. He looked at the name of the building embossed in Silver plating it read, Harvard School of Medicine. Now he was more then frightened as he found his way to his car. Starting the engine he remembered his weekly appointment. He quickly was driving down her street at 4477 Woodbury Drive. When he got out of the car he thought her home looked somewhat different. Quickly his eyes caught something in his car and he said to himself,"When did I start driving a Mercedes?" There were shadows from the trees that moved in the breeze upon the house.
When he walked through the front door he noticed how things had changed. Had she redecorated since his last visit," he thought to himself?" Who was the strange attractive redhead behind the desk? " Hello Doctor she said, We have been expecting you." Will you be paying in cash today she asked? He reached for his wallet whcih seemed different as well. Reaching inside he pulled out ten 100-dollar bills. " He handed the money to her and she wrote out a receipt for him.
He noticed her name tag read Joan, he turned away for a minuted then turned back towards her. "Joan will I be meeting with Loraine?" She paused with a strange look on her face and replied, "You can call the lady whatever you like."
What is the address of this house, "he asked Joan?" It is 4477 Woodbury Drive Boston, Mass. Boston he thought, what! She told him now that he was paid that he could enter the green door at the end of the hall. He slowly walked to the door. Reaching for the doorknob he turned it hesitantly and walked in the room.
The room was bathed in many glowing flickering candles. In the corner he saw a figure of female basked in light shadows. Then he heard her speak to him. She said," Hello with soft sultry voice." Followed by, How are you today Dr. Bachman?
In his brain the word was screaming to get out all he could think was,
BACHMAN............................................
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He walked into the men's restroom and relieved his bladder. Washing his hands he looked at his tired appearance in the mirror. He was 38 with a bald head, a large heavy set body, and some people said that he reminded them of the actor, "Michael Chikilis." He picked up his briefcase from the bathroom floor and headed for the exit door. When he walked outside he noticed what a beautiful Fall day it was with all the trees awash in color. It was now three weeks into the new semester and most things were abou the same in his drab life. He would have told you he had never had much luck with women. He recalled a time he tried to pick up this really hot chick in a bar. Using a pick up line from online chick magnet guru he crashed and burned. Actually he left with slap to the face.
When he reached the halfway point of his walk he entered into a local park. He was enjoying the slightly soft breeze which made the walk that much more pleseant. He was about to exit to his street when he saw something gold and shiny in the grass. On closer observation he saw that it was a man's pocketwatch. He picked it up and opened it, thinking he might find a owners name. All that it read was, "Be Careful What You Wish For." How strange he thought as he placed it in his jean pocket.
Walter would say that he may no tbe God's gift to women but did know how to write fiction. Actually he had gotten good enough to get a contract from a small publisher on a series of the main same character. His repeat character was," Dr. Richard Bachman. " Bachman was in his upper thrities, tall, handsome, sauve and a ladykiller. He was a suregon at Mass General in Boston and taught partime at Harvard Med School. Bachman was always the hero in the story the good guy who solved a crime along with the police. Wlater knew every detail of his personality, insdie and out.
Walter opened the door of his home at 2222 Braiarwood St. As he walked in he pulled the watch from his pocket and placed it on the kitchen table, his dachsund named Max greeted him with nice lick on the face. He walked in the kitchen got Max's bowl and gave him his dinner. Then he popped a Lean Cuisine in the microwave for himself. While he watching the turntable turn the box he started thinking about the new Bachman book. This would be the tenth one in the series. "Why couldn't my life be more like Bachman's", he said to himself aloud?” Why couldn't he get the hot nurses like Bachman? Taking his dinner out of the microwave he took it to the table and began to work on the new book.
The title of the New book would be called, "The Dark Face in the Mirror."
Actually all the books had dark in the title. The first book was titled, "The Dark Shadow." In this story Dr. Bachman uncovers a sociopathic killer in the hospital and as always he gets to lay the hottest new nurse at the end. In this book he was going to give Bachman a darker side. He wanted to give his reader's something new.
Walter recalled something his English lit teacher had said at Dartmouth. He had said, "A truly good fiction writer develops a good plot line but adds many twist, turns, and surprises for the reader along the way. . You will also get to know your main character like the back of your hand. Sometimes you find yourself in what I call the writer's zone where you will find yourself typing a story without conscious thought. Finally he added, " In many ways when you write the same character over and over in a fictional sense, you become that character."
In the new book Bachman would solve a crime but in this book he would explore a dark side of Bachman. In this book he would have an obsession for a call girl named, Loraine. Loraine would act out all kind of wild and erotic fantasies every week at the same time on a Friday afternoon. She lived in Concord at 4477 Woodbury Dr.
It was around 6:30 when he began the book and quarter of twelve when he typed, The End. He had noticed that evening his fingers were in an organized frenzy. He realized how dog -tired he was and clicked on save in Word. He had thought about checking out the girls webcams sites but decided he was even to tired to jack off. He picked up the pocket watch from the table and studied it. "
"Why can't I have more excitemtnt in my life like Bachman. I wish sometimes that I were Bachman. He decided it was time to go to bed. Quickly getting ready he was soon under the covers and fast asleep. What he did not see on the kitchen table where he had left the watch was the eerie green glow on the watch face and the time reading, 12:01 A.M.
Walter was awaken from his sex dream by a loud buzzing which he realized was his alarm clock. He quickly got dressed and fed Max and started out the door with a coffee and bagel. The weather had turned much colder overnight and looked like rain. He decided that he would drive his car to work today.
When he walked in his classrooom the students were all ready for his lecture.
Today's lecture was on adding suspense elements to your writing. He started to speak, "When doing Mcbirney's incision for an appendectomy you use the following technique. What the hell he thought that was suppose to be,"A really good fiction writer will intertwine his story with many suspense elements, but that was not the words coming out of his mouth. This was bizzare and surreal. When he finished the lecture a student came up to him and told him, Great lecture today doc on Mcbirney's incision. "
Panicced he quickly grabbed his notes and walked out the exit door. He looked at the name of the building embossed in Silver plating it read, Harvard School of Medicine. Now he was more then frightened as he found his way to his car. Starting the engine he remembered his weekly appointment. He quickly was driving down her street at 4477 Woodbury Drive. When he got out of the car he thought her home looked somewhat different. Quickly his eyes caught something in his car and he said to himself,"When did I start driving a Mercedes?" There were shadows from the trees that moved in the breeze upon the house.
When he walked through the front door he noticed how things had changed. Had she redecorated since his last visit," he thought to himself?" Who was the strange attractive redhead behind the desk? " Hello Doctor she said, We have been expecting you." Will you be paying in cash today she asked? He reached for his wallet whcih seemed different as well. Reaching inside he pulled out ten 100-dollar bills. " He handed the money to her and she wrote out a receipt for him.
He noticed her name tag read Joan, he turned away for a minuted then turned back towards her. "Joan will I be meeting with Loraine?" She paused with a strange look on her face and replied, "You can call the lady whatever you like."
What is the address of this house, "he asked Joan?" It is 4477 Woodbury Drive Boston, Mass. Boston he thought, what! She told him now that he was paid that he could enter the green door at the end of the hall. He slowly walked to the door. Reaching for the doorknob he turned it hesitantly and walked in the room.
The room was bathed in many glowing flickering candles. In the corner he saw a figure of female basked in light shadows. Then he heard her speak to him. She said," Hello with soft sultry voice." Followed by, How are you today Dr. Bachman?
In his brain the word was screaming to get out all he could think was,
BACHMAN............................................
I am looking for various ladies to play the role of the woman each time behind the green door. The commitment you will have to give to this srp is one post and that is all I ask. Whatever fantasty you want to create is totally up to you. Anything goes, except fantasties involving, children and murder.
Please PM me if you are interested in joining the mnay female wirters needed for this SRP. You can use creative and erotic imagination as much as you like behind the green door.
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