Voice Guessing Submissions for Week of 04/26/05

[yui]

Wow, you guys are quick!

Below are the voice guessing thread stories for 04/26/05. At 11:59pm EST on May 2nd, I will close the entries; and within a reasonable amount of time, I will post a list of all contributors with a few extra names tossed in. Guesses will be taken until 8pm on May 4th. The answers will then be posted and the winner will win what's behind Door #2. Or, maybe not.

Please discuss the entries on the announcement thread rather than here. A scorecard thread will be posted closer to the end of the challenge. If I can be of further assistance, please let me know. I live to serve.

Luck to all,

Yui


Edited to add on 05/03/04:

The voice challenge submissions for the week of 04/26/05 are now closed. Below is a list of participants in order of submission (not really, I'm fluffy, not dumb). Please use this thread to make your guess cards. The discussion thread can be found here.

Participants (plus two extra names to keep it interesting):

angelicminx
BlackShanglan
CharleyH
cheerful_deviant
English Lady
hmmnmm
Kassiana
Samandiriel
TheEarl
yui


Luck to all,

Yui


Edited 05/05/05 to add:

Thank you all for playing! Our winner is hmmnmm with a total six correct guesses.

Kudos, hmmnmm!

The correct order for the voice submissions are:

1. Kassiana
2. angelicminx
3. hmmnmm
4. cheerful_deviant
5. BlackShanglan
6. Samandiriel
7. English Lady
8. yui the obvious

Once again, I would like to thank all the writers who put their time and energy into this challenge. Excellent work, people.

Next!

Luck to all,

Yui

 

[yui]

Entry #1

"Freedom"


Useless.

Worthless.

Stupid.

Words hitting harder than stones as I walked the halls.

Bitch.

Pathetic.

Wishes and games couldn't drown it out.

Hit her.

Make her bleed.

She's our piñata.

Leaving for home, they followed, taunting.

Freak.

Just try to get help.

We'll get you, first.

My ears must go deaf.

Hate you.

Hurt you.

Eat you alive.

The chair is high, but not high enough to get away.

Come back.

We're not done.

We hunger.

The rope is rough, but it alone isn't enough.

More blood.

More rape.

C'mere, girlie…

The voices fade, slow, as the night comes.

I'm getting away.

I'm free…
__________________

 

[logophile]

oops!

 

[yui]

Entry #2

Her chest was on fire; she had never experienced pain so intense. He’d walked out of her life, leaving her nothing to hold onto. No hope, no dreams, no future that she could see. There was only emptiness, a vast darkness that she couldn’t seem to fill. The tears began rolling down her face again, an endless stream of anguish.

She had poured everything she was into him, trusting his word that he would never hurt her, that he loved her to the depths of his soul. For the first time in her life she had allowed herself to fall in love. Now she understood why she had always held back a part of herself from every relationship. It was true, what they said, “Love Hurts”.

She didn’t understand where they had gone wrong. The last night they spent together he again professed his undying love for her, the next day he disappeared. That morning, a week after his disappearance, she had received an email from him telling her, in not so many words, that it was over between them. She tried to talk to him, to find out what had happened, but he wouldn’t speak to her.

She sat, staring into the fireplace with a broken heart, no way to repair it and contemplating the end of her life. The phone rang, breaking her out of her stupor. On the third ring she rose to answer it.

“Hel-lo?” Her voice cracked mid-word.

“Mom?” The sound of her daughter’s voice on the line brought with it a fresh round of tears.

“Yeah, baby?” She tried to cover the pain in her voice the best she could.

The child burst into tears. “I missed the bus again, Mom.”

She heaved a sigh, “All right, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She hung up the phone, sighed again and grabbed her car keys. She drove to the school and picked her daughter up, hiding her anguish from her only child. The two of them chattered during the drive home about nothing of consequence. Her child finished her homework and went outside to play, leaving her alone with her thoughts once more.

All she wanted to do was crawl in a hole and never come back out. Every thought lead to another one of him and the time they spent together, sharing hopes, dreams and plans for the future. They were supposed to have married and completed each other’s lives. Her daughter loved him just as much as she did. The thought of breaking the news to her child brought another round of tears and searing pain.

She felt lost, broken and alone. She didn’t have any idea how she was going to recover from this; she’d never had to deal with anything like it in her entire life. No one would understand her pain. After all, how could she be in love with someone she had never touched or held? How could someone she had never smelled or tasted cause her heart to feel as if it had been ripped from her chest? She had no one to turn to; she would just have to learn to get along on her own.

She made a promise to never put herself in that position again. She would never open her heart to another person again. She vowed to pour all of her energies into her child and be finished with romantic love. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stepped outside the front door. Distraction was what she needed right now and she knew the key to that.

“Boo?” She yelled for her daughter and watched as she came running.

“Yeah, Mom?”

“What do you think about the two of us going to see a movie and then out to dinner?”

“Great! Can we go see the new Sandra Bullock movie? Please?”

She laughed. Children, the best cure for a broken heart.

 

[yui]

Entry #3

A microscopic metropolis, one of countless, not unlike the stars in the heavens, ran for cover. Or rather, the metropolis itself did not run, but the microscopic invisible beings from a far away planet ran for cover.

A storm broke loose over their translucent heads, sent crashing deluge down upon grass-scrapers invisible to the naked human eye.

A man walked past a field where horses grazed.
The horses always wondered why he wasn’t more sociable, why he never brought them any apples - they didn’t have to be special apples, most any apple would do.
The man suddenly felt something bite his foot, or at least a sting, and he assumed it was a small insect or even an infant spider, which would not be difficult to fathom since he wore sandals with socks, not because of fashion or anything like that, but because his feet needed to breathe as much as possible on these hot days.
Well, little did he know but it was no insect nor was it an infant spider, but it was an artillery space blast from the microscopic beings. They did not have their artillery pieces set up en masse against the invader; it was only a single gun on a lookout piece of elevated asphalt at the edge of the road. They saw the invader coming from far off and tried their best tactical utilities that were to alert the invader. These tactile utilizations were only a short totem of all they had learned during their several thousand years on the earth, but the invader paid no heed, since he was too enraptured into the weaves of the morning shadows that wrapped across the rural road. He only swatted his hand at what he believed to be a bug.



The microscopic alien community watched him, some of them followed him, and several of them were creamed under wheels. They did not die however, since these microscopic aliens are impossible to kill, for they each and collectively embodied the seed of the universe.
One of the beings, the one who often lagged behind, gathered itself together, pulling together its smashed pieces on the road, and it laughed as it did so. This was a common play activity, to wait upon the road and let themselves be creamed and their microscopic parts spread out on the surface. The sensation was addicting.
The one who lagged behind took its time catching up with its fellow beings, and as it was almost fully across the road, it was creamed again, letting out a screech of laughter as it felt the giant weight roll over it, and it was still laughing as it pulled itself back together.

 

[yui]

Bump!

 

[yui]

Bump this.

 

[yui]

Entry #4

Kelly gripped the worn, plastic steering wheel in a death grip as the world seemed to rotate sickeningly around old Volkswagen. The windshield wipers continued to beat out a slow rhythm as the glow from the headlights illuminated first the road, then the woods, then the road again as the car continued it’s long, lazy spin. Terrified beyond all logical thought, Kelly could only hang on to the wheel and stare, wide eyed, out the windscreen at the dark countryside as it seemingly spun around her. A distant part of her mind noted that even over the screech of the tires she could still hear the Sheryl Crow playing on the CD player, I’m gonna soak up the sun….

With terrifying suddenness the back of the car dropped as the tires left the road. Kelly heard herself scream as the car jounced backward down the steep embankment. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the car slid backward. She thought she could hear every tree branches whack the windows and feel every rock the car bounded over as the car continued to slide farther and farther down the slope. She began to wonder if the plunge would ever stop or if she would just slide forever. Finally, with a splintering crash, the back of the car slammed with something solid. As she was thrown backward in her seat something hit her head and everything went black.

Kelly groaned at the throbbing pain in her head as consciousness returned slowly. Something cold dripped on her face. She tried to brush it away, but after a few seconds another drop hit her. Finally she opened her eyes and tried to sit up. She groaned, as every muscle in her body seemed to protest at the unwelcome movement. Her head buzzed as she tried to make sense of where she was but her eyes didn’t seem to be cooperating. Everything seemed to be swimming around in a blurry haze. She concentrated and after a few moments her vision seemed to come back into focus a little. As she looked around, she remembered where she was. The instruments still glowed a pale green spotted with the bright red and amber of multiple warning lights. The CD player had stopped and the only sound that could be heard was the drumming of the cold rain on the roof of the car.

Looking out the cracked windshield she could see up the steep slope in front of her. The headlights illuminated the two muddy tire tracks that that the Volkswagen had left on it’s backward plunge down the steep slope. The tracks stretched far upward into the darkness, beyond the range of the headlights. Trees and bushes covered the slope as far as she could see in all directions and the remains of several smaller bushes that had been destroyed by skidding car dotted the space between the tire tracks.

As she stared out the windshield wondering what she should do now, she became aware of a cold breeze on the back of her neck. Turning her head she realized that the back window was gone, only a few fragments of glass glittered in the rubber frame, the rest was scattered in the backseat. The back of the car seemed wrapped around the base of what appeared to be an enormous tree. The crumpled trunk lid blocked most of her view out of the rear of the car except for a few low tree branches that could be seen in the dim red glow of the taillights.

Kelly sat still a few more minutes, staring blankly out the windscreen, wondering what the hell she should do now. The long walk up the steep slope didn’t sound very appealing in the cold rain, but staying in the battered car didn’t sound very fun either. She figured she was to far down the hill for anyone to spot her car but maybe they would see the skidmarks.

That hope died quickly. There probably wouldn’t be many more cars on that road tonight. The chances of someone stopping were slim.

With a sigh of resignation she pulled the door handle. The door creaked and protested as she tried to forced it open. After a brief struggle she managed to open it wide enough to squeeze herself out. Slipping on the leaves and mud, she made her way to the back of the car to get a flashlight out of the trunk. The crumpled lid didn’t even twitch as she yanked and pulled on it. Tears of frustration began to fill her eyes as she fought to open the lid. After a couple more fruitless attempts to open the trunk she gave up and with a savage curse turned to look up the long, dark slope.

 

[yui]

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[yui]

Entry #6

The bell above the door tinkled alerting the old man. He arose from his workbench wiping his hands in his filthy apron and went into the shop.

He looked around to see no one in sight but as he turned to walk back to his bench he heard a small shuffling sound. Peering over the counter top he noticed a small boy standing before him clutching a small box.

“And what can I do for you today son?” the old man asked kindly.

The boy reached up to place the box on the counter before the owner and stood back a few steps to see him better.

“The sign says you fix anything. Is that true? Can you fix anything?”

The boy looked warily at the older man, tears started to well up in his eyes as his lips pressed together to stifle a cry allowing only a whimper to escape.

The repairman looked down at the boy giving him a smile and a quick wink as he untied the string that held the box together.

“Well lets have a look and see what we have here.”

Pulling his bifocals down from the top of his head his fixed them onto his nose and lifted the lid of the box expecting to find a small toy car or a portable game. To his surprise it was neither. Inside gently resting on a piece of cotton was a butterfly, it’s one wing was torn in half and hanging loosely from it’s body.

The older gentleman tipped his head down to peer over his glasses at the boy, He let out a small sigh and placed the lid back on top of the box.

“I’m sorry son, but I can’t fix this.”

The little boy looked back at him with wide eyes and lip trembling.

“But the sign says you can fix anything? I didn’t mean for it to happen, it was an accident. Really. I chased him through granny’s garden. I only wanted to look at him. I was going to let him go but I fell when I caught him and...he broke.”

The boy sniffled and wiped his nose against his sleeve after his confession. He’s cheeks were striped from the tears that fell down them etching out clean lines in the dirt that always seemed to find it’s way onto the faces of little boys.

“I’ll tell you what, you leave him here with me and come back in two days and we’ll see what we can do, alright?”

The smile that broke across the boys face was worth the lie.


June looked out of the window as she finished washing the last of the supper dishes only to see her husband outside with the small net she used to fish the dead guppies out of the aquarium with and an empty preserves jar.

“What in the Sam Hell? Has he lost his mind finally?” she thought.

She rinsed off the dish she had just scrubbed free of the lasagna remnants and dropped it into the drying rack. She toweled off her hands as she pushed the screen door open and walked out onto the back porch.

“Elmer Farmington, have you gone mad? Catching bugs at your age?” she chided.

“Hush woman, I’m working.” he yelled back as he scoured the marigold beds looking for the best specimen.

Almost hidden in the blend of oranges, gold and browns was the match to the butterfly the boy had brought to him the day before. Quietly he stooped lower and swiftly ensnared the insect in the guppy net. Taking the lid off the jar he slid it under the net and tapped the butterfly inside. He placed the lid on jar and stood up quite pleased with himself. As he walked back to the house he grinned at his wife as the insect tapped its way against the glass able to see where it wanted to go but unable to escape its new home.

June smiled as she looked at the pride on Elmer’s face as he strolled back to the house after his hunting trip.

“You know the rules, you trap it, you clean it, you cook it. I’ll make room in the freezer.”

“You’re a very funny woman June. You should be on T.V.”


The next day bright and early the little boy came charging into the fix-it shop waiting to see if the man was true to his word.

Elmer reached under the counter and produced the jar, air holes and grass now added, and handed it to the boy.

“Gee mister, you really can fix anything. How much do I owe you?”

“This one’s on the house.”

The boy ran outside and opened the lid letting the butterfly out where it was promptly eaten by a passing sparrow.

 

[yui]

Entry #7

It is just another day. I have just been into town with my 2 year old daughter, in her buggy, to do some shopping. Not fun shopping, just ordinary, run of the mill food shopping. It’s been sunny all day so far, hazy but hot and with a wonderfully whipping chill wind over the top of it to take the edge of the heat.

Elizabeth is happy. People keep stopping to talk to her, her bright eager blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair capturing their attention, actually, I think incessant two year old babbling probably contributes too. Grey-haired old ladies and gentleman stoop down to chat, they always tell me how gorgeous she is, how bright her eyes are, how much her hair curls. Other mums smile indulgently at her and tell me to enjoy her whilst she’s young, before turning to snap at their own children, running rampant in the aisles.

She has a lolly in her hand as we wheel our way onto the bus. I flash my pass and a smile at the driver, who nods his head, a slight hint of a smile in those bored and tired eyes. I roll the buggy along, my plastic bags scraping against the plastic sides of the luggage holders. It’s one of those buses with sideways seats. The wheelchair user space is already taken up by a large pram and the front forward facing seats are all taken. I turn Beth around, her feet sticking out into the aisle and slip my foot around the back to put on the break. I pull out the seat next to her, placing myself between her and the plasticky wall as I know my darling would cover it in sticky fingerprints if she were near it.

I slip my foot around the front wheel for extra security. I never quite trust the breaks of this light buggy, it is sturdy enough to carry my angel and some shopping, but the brakes seem temperamental, slipping off whenever they feel like it. Elizabeth giggles as the old gentleman sat upon the forward facing seat near us pulls a face at her. Her lolly lies back against her soft pink top, leaving a sticky red mark in its wake. Ahh well, something else for the washing machine!

The bus pulls away from the stop and jerks to a halt at the first set of lights, throwing me sideways with some force. I utter up a silent prayer for protection as the driver swings us round a corner, throwing me against the buggy this time.

Elizabeth is oblivious. Her and the old gentleman are having great fun. She offers him her lollipop and as he reaches for it, she snatches it away and laughs heartily. I look round and many faces are turned to her smiling. She spreads so much happiness and love. My heart fills with pride and joy. My little girl is special. Oh I know all mums say that, but I know my little one has a talent, a talent for making people smile.

She is supposed to be going through the terrible twos, but six months into them they don’t seem so terrible. Ok so she does pull a paddy now and then, when she is tired or grumpy or just come back from her Nannas where she is used to getting all she wants and more. It never lasts long though. Her temper burns out quickly, she hugs me and then carries on regardless. Her blushing pink cheeks tear stained, her eyes watery but a smile on those sweet lips. A sparkle back in her eye. A purpose in her steps.

I hear the brakes screeching and I know there is something wrong. I fight against the force pulling me away from my darling angel and pulling on the buggy handle I force my body over hers, She whimpers as if to cry, I manage to whisper:

“Hush my darling, mummy is here.” before I feel the crunch. The bus stopping, the metal ripping and creaking, the screaming and wailing the hot lick of flames and the pain bursting through my back.

 

[yui]

Bump me running.

 

[yui]

Entry #8

We are lying on our backs watching moon-silvered clouds drift across a black sky. We aren’t touching, Josh and I. We are close enough that I can feel his heat, his will, reaching out to me. And I am very aware that, though we should be, we are not touching.

Broken wind chimes over the door shiver sweetly in the wind.

I don’t look at him, but I feel his eyes on me.

A summer breeze, given substance, touch, by the promise of rain, drifts across our bodies. I lie beside Josh, for the moment, simply being there. Warm wind draws the sweat and saliva of sex from my almost naked skin. I smell damp earth and water and something green. And Josh, warm and fierce, is beside me but we are not touching.

“You will always belong more to David than to me.” Josh isn’t looking at me now and his voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it. Gentler. Sadder.

I don’t deny his words, though for his sake, his heart, I would like to. My body is boneless but my soul is heavy. My world, my happy safe world, hangs by a thread that might snap at any moment beneath the weight of our combined emotions.

Josh rolls to his side. Black hair, too thick to ever be completely domesticated, stands up on his head in random tuffs. He opens his hand, palm down, fingers splayed, over the rise and fall of my belly. His dark eyes are focused on his hand and how with each breath my skin almost touches his.

He is close enough that the heat radiating off of his palm ghosts my skin with an almost physical touch. He flexes his fingers, but he stops with only a breath between us. “Almost… I can feel you, but I can’t touch you.”

I understand that Josh isn’t talking about my body, but my heart…and more than that, my soul.

“You will always belong more to David than you do to me,” he repeats, watching his hand. “I can put myself here.” Still not touching, he moves lower until my sex rests in the shadow of his hand.

My chest constricts, stealing my breath.

“I can be here inside you,” he whispers, so softly. “I love that. I love it.”

His breathing is choppy. I can feel the heat of my arousal reaching for the heat of his hand and I want nothing more than for him to stoke the folds that are still slick with our fluids.

“Josh…” I reach for him. I want him inside me with a fierceness that is not entirely physical. The part of me that belongs to Josh belongs only to him and I want to somehow show him what I cannot put into words. I want to show him that he smells like rain, and that in a crowd of a thousand, were I blind, I could still find him. Because my soul knows him.

I pull his hand to my body until it is no longer just a warm shadow teasing goose-flesh from my skin. I cover the back of his wide hand and I can feel the tiny, rough wrinkles of his knuckles. I press, sliding us into the crevice of my thighs. Pleasure, deep and real, flows from the back of my brain, tightening my chest, filling my womb.

“God, Josh…” His fingers dip into me. Long, thick fingers and I feed one, then two, as high into me as I can. His palm is flat against the smooth, wet lips of my sex and still I’m pressing my hand against the back of his, trying to force him deeper, aching, wanting more than he is giving me.

In that moment I think I understand how Josh feels. I can give him what he wants, but I’m not giving him what he needs. My body is shivering around his fingers, full, pleasured. But it’s not enough. What I want is his cock, him, inside me. I want that with a fierceness that is almost painful. Josh has my body, warm and welling, and my love, fierce and loyal. But he doesn’t have my soul. My soul knows him. Knows the smell of his skin and the way he smiles at me.

But Josh doesn’t own my soul; that belongs to David.

When I was a child, and love was an amorphous thing, undefined--a fairy tale--I though it would be wonderful to be loved by two men. Tonight, I lie in a garden, caressed by the breeze, painted in moonlight, hearing the sweet high chime of broken summer bells and I am loved by not one man, but two.

And for someone so unutterably happy, I am terribly sad.

 

[yui]

The voice challenge submissions for the week of 04/26/05 are now closed. Below is a list of participants in order of submission (not really, I'm fluffy, not dumb). Please use this thread to make your guess cards. The discussion thread can be found here.

Participants (plus two extra names to keep it interesting):

angelicminx
BlackShanglan
CharleyH
cheerful_deviant
English Lady
hmmnmm
Kassina
Samandiriel
TheEarl
yui


Luck to all,

Yui

 

[yui]

Guesses will be taken until 8pm on May 4th. See first post of this thread for details.

 

[Kassiana]

Bumped for ease of reading.

 

[yui]

Thank you all for playing! Our winner is hmmnmm with a total six correct guesses.

Kudos, hmmnmm!

The correct order for the voice submissions are:

1. Kassiana
2. angelicminx
3. hmmnmm
4. cheerful_deviant
5. BlackShanglan
6. Samandiriel
7. English Lady
8. yui the obvious

Once again, I would like to thank all the writers who put their time and energy into this challenge. Excellent work, people.

Next!

Luck to all,

Yui