He could hear her singing in the bathroom, and it was the sound of an angel. While he couldn't make out the words through the reverberation and the closed door, it lifted his spirits as if by magic. With her focus divided like that, however, he wondered if she would remember his instructions for the day. She usually did, but he had been more detailed this time, and sometimes she could get fuzzy on some details. Deciding to be lenient, because she always did her very best, he put the riding crop in the backpack and checked the list again. As always, he had planned the hiking trip rather loosely to keep it fun and spontaneous, but he didn't want to forget stuff like the mosquito repellent or the tiger balm. It was all in there, and he felt very good about the weekend.
2014-08-21
2014-08-19
Dawkmeff
It didn't build. The project was supposed to be done already, and the program just didn't compile. A nice little list of errors adorned the screen, and it was quite clear that he wouldn't be done today.
In fact, the best thing he could do was to walk away from it and come back with fresh eyes, but did he really have time for the usual process?
When she appeared in the doorway it was like the sun came out, chasing away the dark fog and snapping him out of his custom built gloom. Looking at her, he was puzzled for a moment. Why was she wearing an apron? Why was it covered in brown stains?
In fact, the best thing he could do was to walk away from it and come back with fresh eyes, but did he really have time for the usual process?
When she appeared in the doorway it was like the sun came out, chasing away the dark fog and snapping him out of his custom built gloom. Looking at her, he was puzzled for a moment. Why was she wearing an apron? Why was it covered in brown stains?
Preface
Blogging about a blog, metablogging, is the most boring thing ever.
Still, there are some things I want to make sure are out there.
Firstly, this is all fiction. None of this ever happened.
Secondly, this is only partially based on real people. The dialog and actions are things that might have been said or done in such a situation, but since the situations are entirely fictional, so are the people in them.
Finally, this is somewhat moderate. I don't feel comfortable exposing my full sadism openly to the world.
I carry a darkness in me that only a handful of people have ever seen, and I am very guarded in letting The Beast out to play. This blog is an outlet for some of it, but only she will know the true me with unfiltered honesty about my innermost desires.
It is my intention to post as much as I can here. I will be actively sending links to the blog to my friends, asking for their input. The goal is to express my inner nature, but also to become a better writer.
Comments are very welcome, but I will be policing them tightly!
Still, there are some things I want to make sure are out there.
Firstly, this is all fiction. None of this ever happened.
Secondly, this is only partially based on real people. The dialog and actions are things that might have been said or done in such a situation, but since the situations are entirely fictional, so are the people in them.
Finally, this is somewhat moderate. I don't feel comfortable exposing my full sadism openly to the world.
I carry a darkness in me that only a handful of people have ever seen, and I am very guarded in letting The Beast out to play. This blog is an outlet for some of it, but only she will know the true me with unfiltered honesty about my innermost desires.
It is my intention to post as much as I can here. I will be actively sending links to the blog to my friends, asking for their input. The goal is to express my inner nature, but also to become a better writer.
Comments are very welcome, but I will be policing them tightly!
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