Normally when I come on here with an idea, its pretty well laid out as far as plot goes, but this time I have a seed of an idea that is in the very early stages. In fact its hardly an idea at all, just a story I heard told by a co-worker.
Years ago, in the 1930's her Great Aunt worked as a traveling nurse in the Great North Woods. For those of you that do not know, the Great North Woods is the vast tract of land 10 million acres in size in Northern Maine. It is owned by the paper companies and obviously was logged quite heavily during the depression.
Well this woman was based out of Pittston farm, a farm in the middle of nowhere that served as a base of operations for the logging companies. As a nurse she would be sent out to tend to axe cuts, injuries and even regular illnesses suffered by the loggers. Well on one of these trips, a blizzard blew in and she lost her way with her horse. After almost freezing to death she found a lone logging camp way out in the middle of nowhere. She opened the door hoping to spend the night and found a logger inside. The probalem was he was not alive. he had decided life was not worth living and hung himself.
Now you just have to imagine how hard that was to deal with. Young, lost and alone in the middle of a raging snowstorm only to find a logging camp with a dead logger strung up in it inside.
Now I know that is not much to go on, but I was hoping some people on here might have some ideas on how to flesh this out into a good literotica story. Its just too good of a true story not to turn into a story.
Years ago, in the 1930's her Great Aunt worked as a traveling nurse in the Great North Woods. For those of you that do not know, the Great North Woods is the vast tract of land 10 million acres in size in Northern Maine. It is owned by the paper companies and obviously was logged quite heavily during the depression.
Well this woman was based out of Pittston farm, a farm in the middle of nowhere that served as a base of operations for the logging companies. As a nurse she would be sent out to tend to axe cuts, injuries and even regular illnesses suffered by the loggers. Well on one of these trips, a blizzard blew in and she lost her way with her horse. After almost freezing to death she found a lone logging camp way out in the middle of nowhere. She opened the door hoping to spend the night and found a logger inside. The probalem was he was not alive. he had decided life was not worth living and hung himself.
Now you just have to imagine how hard that was to deal with. Young, lost and alone in the middle of a raging snowstorm only to find a logging camp with a dead logger strung up in it inside.
Now I know that is not much to go on, but I was hoping some people on here might have some ideas on how to flesh this out into a good literotica story. Its just too good of a true story not to turn into a story.
