Isolated Blurt Thread

[sophia jane]

how nice not to have someone to tend to

I wouldn't know.

 

[Dar~]

I wouldn't know.

friggin children.

 

[carsonshepherd]

friggin children.

mine's a grown man... well, supposed to be

 

[Guest]

i kinda like this

The thread-bare coat did little to protect him from the elements as he walked briskly towards the bridge. No hat adorned his bald pate and his once fine clothing was stained and tattered. He didn’t feel the cold. He didn’t feel much of anything any more. Life simply became more of a day to day wait for the end.

As he looked over the river with his hands grasping the cold steel railing, he recapped the life he meant to end today. In the hazy brown horizon, the faces of the people important to him flashed and greeted, whizzing by. ‘Too fast, too fast,’ he thought but couldn’t slow down their progression.

There was no note, nothing to be left behind but his shoes, lined with enough money to make the person who found them comfortable beyond measure. He knew the vagrants beneath the bridge would find the shoes. He could only hope that the money wouldn’t be spent on drugs.

As he slipped off his shoes, a well dressed woman with familiar eyes came up behind him.

“Where you goin?”

He shook his head in despair. This was not the way he wanted to go. “A vacation. I’ve always wanted a river cruise.”

The stood staring at one another, waiting for the next action.
“I’ll be taking your shoes, old man.” She demanded. She knew where he kept his money. In fact, she knew him very well.

“Susan, of all my children, you would be the one to take something that doesn’t belong to you. You were my only regret.”

He bent as if to hand her the shoes but instead tossed them over the bridge to the cardboard homes below. Outrage flared her nostrils and anger overwhelmed her as she shoved him with all her strength. She watched as his body plummeted to the icy black depths below.

 

[minsue]

how nice not to have someone to tend to

I can see how you might think so, but I must disagree...

 

[minsue]

The thread-bare coat did little to protect him from the elements as he walked briskly towards the bridge. No hat adorned his bald pate and his once fine clothing was stained and tattered. He didn’t feel the cold. He didn’t feel much of anything any more. Life simply became more of a day to day wait for the end.

As he looked over the river with his hands grasping the cold steel railing, he recapped the life he meant to end today. In the hazy brown horizon, the faces of the people important to him flashed and greeted, whizzing by. ‘Too fast, too fast,’ he thought but couldn’t slow down their progression.

There was no note, nothing to be left behind but his shoes, lined with enough money to make the person who found them comfortable beyond measure. He knew the vagrants beneath the bridge would find the shoes. He could only hope that the money wouldn’t be spent on drugs.

As he slipped off his shoes, a well dressed woman with familiar eyes came up behind him.

“Where you goin?”

He shook his head in despair. This was not the way he wanted to go. “A vacation. I’ve always wanted a river cruise.”

The stood staring at one another, waiting for the next action.
“I’ll be taking your shoes, old man.” She demanded. She knew where he kept his money. In fact, she knew him very well.

“Susan, of all my children, you would be the one to take something that doesn’t belong to you. You were my only regret.”

He bent as if to hand her the shoes but instead tossed them over the bridge to the cardboard homes below. Outrage flared her nostrils and anger overwhelmed her as she shoved him with all her strength. She watched as his body plummeted to the icy black depths below.

How, erm, heartwarming....

 

[matriarch]

The thread-bare coat did little to protect him from the elements as he walked briskly towards the bridge. No hat adorned his bald pate and his once fine clothing was stained and tattered. He didn’t feel the cold. He didn’t feel much of anything any more. Life simply became more of a day to day wait for the end.

As he looked over the river with his hands grasping the cold steel railing, he recapped the life he meant to end today. In the hazy brown horizon, the faces of the people important to him flashed and greeted, whizzing by. ‘Too fast, too fast,’ he thought but couldn’t slow down their progression.

There was no note, nothing to be left behind but his shoes, lined with enough money to make the person who found them comfortable beyond measure. He knew the vagrants beneath the bridge would find the shoes. He could only hope that the money wouldn’t be spent on drugs.

As he slipped off his shoes, a well dressed woman with familiar eyes came up behind him.

“Where you goin?”

He shook his head in despair. This was not the way he wanted to go. “A vacation. I’ve always wanted a river cruise.”

The stood staring at one another, waiting for the next action.
“I’ll be taking your shoes, old man.” She demanded. She knew where he kept his money. In fact, she knew him very well.

“Susan, of all my children, you would be the one to take something that doesn’t belong to you. You were my only regret.”

He bent as if to hand her the shoes but instead tossed them over the bridge to the cardboard homes below. Outrage flared her nostrils and anger overwhelmed her as she shoved him with all her strength. She watched as his body plummeted to the icy black depths below.

Should I know why you posted this????

 

[Guest]

Should I know why you posted this????

something i wrote and kinda like...could be a fun story.

 

[minsue]

something i wrote and kinda like...could be a fun story.

Indeed it could. You terrify me, woman.

 

[carsonshepherd]

something i wrote and kinda like...could be a fun story.

i really like it.

write it!

 

[carsonshepherd]

I can see how you might think so, but I must disagree...

well, it does get old, depending on how demanding they are, ad how much they appreciate your efforts.

 

[minsue]

well, it does get old, depending on how demanding they are, ad how much they appreciate your efforts.

Oh, I know that. You're quite right. Having no one to tend to but yourself gets pretty damned old as well, though.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Oh, I know that. You're quite right. Having no one to tend to but yourself gets pretty damned old as well, though.

i'm rather enjoying it

 

[minsue]

i'm rather enjoying it

Good Temporary reprieves can be lovely. It's when they last for years that they tend to grate.

 

[matriarch]

Good Temporary reprieves can be lovely. It's when they last for years that they tend to grate.

Reprieve almost over.......time for the next sentence to begin, I think.

 

[minsue]

Reprieve almost over.......time for the next sentence to begin, I think.

Shall I get the cuffs?

 

[matriarch]

Shall I get the cuffs?

You mean you won't come willingly...???

 

[minsue]

You mean you won't come willingly...???

Coercion is always nicer

 

[matriarch]

Coercion is always nicer

I'll draw up a plan.........

 

[minsue]

I'll draw up a plan.........

Do I get to approve the sketches first?

 

[carsonshepherd]

*watches*

 

[matriarch]

Do I get to approve the sketches first?

You won't have to, you'll be the model.

 

[matriarch]

*watches*

........

 

[minsue]

You won't have to, you'll be the model.

Exactly what will I be modeling, hmmmm?



Hi, Carson...don't mind us

 

[matriarch]

Exactly what will I be modeling, hmmmm?



Hi, Carson...don't mind us

I think we should get a room.