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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 16 2009, 05:52 PM (1,387 Views) | |
| Popey | Dec 16 2009, 05:52 PM Post #1 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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~=change in either time or perspective “The dog days are over. /The dog days are done. / Can you hear the horses? / Cause here they come”-Florence and the Machine The bright light fell down from the ceiling illuminating my eyelids keeping me awake as my body so desperately tried to lose consciousness. The nurses were running around congratulating me for a job well done; their words not mine. I could sense the faint sound of crying in the background and it took me a few seconds to remember who it was that could possibly be in more pain than I was. The crying, combined with the buzzing of the fan, was becoming too much so I tried to focus on anything else to no avail. My eyelids were heavy so I couldn’t really see anything really clear, I was relying more on my ears, so when the head nurse quickly came into my line of vision I was startled. “Congratulations on your new baby boy Mrs. Fish. He is so cute! Would you like to hold him? I think I mumbled out yes but with the drugs racing through me it probably just came out like a mumble. Nonetheless, the nurse went over and picked him up and carried him over. I muster up all my courage to keep a steady hold on him (can’t flub up my first act of mother). At first he was the same shapeless blob that everyone else was but as if by magic his image became clearer and clearer. His cute little finger and toes (ten of each thank God) and his adorable little face, that was scrunched into this odd little face that he would probably grow out of, were as clear as the sunny sky. He was still sobbing and shivering so I brought him towards me and kissed his little forehead. His eyes had been closed this entire time but as I brought him down his eyes slowly crept open. I just looked into his eyes and saw nothing. This was a new life. A blank piece of paper that was begging to be written upon. That was when the fear began to seep in through the outreaches of my mind; “What if I couldn’t deal with being a mother? How could I let another live depend on my every action and inaction? What if I turned out to be a bad mother?” These fears were brushed away the second he brought his hand to my face and grabbed my nose. That was when I vowed to be there for him through everything. Never would I abandon him. I would be there every chance he needed me. He was my little child. He was my little baby boy. He was my little everything. I sat there staring in to those dark pools completely obvious to the people around me until they asked me his name. “Oliver,” I softly crooned. “Such beautiful name,” said the head nurse. “Would you like me to go get the father?” “He isn’t here.” “What? Why isn’t he?” “Work.” The nurse just stared at me and the silence fell heavy. The fan continued to creek and the machines gave of their soft hums as I stared in his eyes. I was soon lost once again in those magnificent portals into his soul. I saw his needs, wants, fears, and desires flashes before my eyes and I became lost in those wondrous eyes and floated, with him in my arms, as I drifted off into sleep. ~~~ I was born to a normal family. There was nothing special about us. Mom was a school teacher and dad worked in an office. They were always busy with their jobs so I don’t have many memories of us really doing anything. Still I am not complaining because they were just trying their best to give me a good life and they succeeded. Sure I didn’t get the full package like a lot of the other kids but I think I ended up pretty good. I did well in school but only because I had so much alone time to study. I had friends but very few that I would ever call my best friends. Life was just average, nothing more and nothing less. The years went by unnoticed and before I even realized it my senior year was upon me. I had given no thought to life after school and the realization that it was not too far away causes sheer terror to fill my heart. The only way to have a life was to get out of my town; this I had learned from the adults around me. Also during this year I met George Fish and we began dating. George wasn’t the hottest or the smartest but he was more than good enough for me. He was funny, cute, and level-headed. He was stability personified (it was not like I was missing stability in my life but extra reassurance was always a good thing in my book). We dated all throughout our senior year and towards the end he proposed. No one was surprised. It was expected and we both knew it. After graduation we left town forever and drove to the big city to try and make lives for ourselves. It was rough the first few years what with both of us trying to get jobs. George went to school to become a cop and I just flew from one random job to another. It was good though. We were in love and as all as we stuck together nothing could mess anything up. Finally, we managed to sustain an income that would let us live comfortably. George was natural when it came to being an officer of the law. He quickly moved up the ladder and was promoted quite quickly. The day he announced he had been transferred I told him I was pregnant. I will never forget his face. It was one of absolute joy. ~~~ Barbara would understand I told myself over and over again. This is my first day on the job and I just can’t take off. I have to set a good example and prove to these people that they can count on me. This will all pay off when I am promoted all the way and can make enough money to buy the both of them the world. I may just have to miss a few important events here and there in their lives but it will all be worth it. It will all be worth it in the end, it just has to be. Ok people, this is very different than what I have written on here. Yesterday I got the idea to write Oliver's story but start from the way beginning, like his birth. Then I started writing and Barbara and George wouldn't shut up so for a while the story will be just about them. Now this is all my insipid imagination going on so feel free to disagree with anything that happens. In fact think of this as an experiment (if it goes bad I will pulled the plug). I hope y'all find the story interesting and continue to read and comment. Thanks again! ETA-This busted out to relive some anger so sorry for any mistakes (grammatical or story wise). This is also why some of the sentences are choppyish....not an excuse I know. Will get better when exams are over. Edited by Popey, Dec 16 2009, 05:56 PM.
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| appleridge | Dec 16 2009, 05:59 PM Post #2 |
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Very Well Done |
| Popey | Dec 16 2009, 06:13 PM Post #3 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Thanks :grin: |
| smuchshypush | Dec 16 2009, 06:24 PM Post #4 |
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ooo, interesting! Looking forward to angsty teenage Fish. It'll be really fun to explore when he first figured out who he was and when he decided he had to hide it. Do you think you're going to skip around and just do a "greatest hits of Oliver Fish" thing or are you doing a full-on sprawling epic?
Edited by smuchshypush, Dec 16 2009, 06:25 PM.
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| Popey | Dec 16 2009, 06:32 PM Post #5 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Well at first it will seem like a greatest hit version dealing with his parents. I want to flesh them out fully with little tidbits of Oliver popping up. Somewhere around the teen or even a little before it will focus on Oliver and how his parents actions the events that happened shaped him to be the person he is. Thinking about it, Oliver doesn't really become a "main character" till much later....which I guess means this thread so not really be *here*. OH well. Oliver will be around, just as a baby. This it the time for Barbara and George to show why they are the way they are and how that affects Oliver......I think it will be interesting. So in my roundabout way of answering your question: both :grin: |
| rhombus | Dec 16 2009, 07:21 PM Post #6 |
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Let us frankly discuss the mad hot sex we're about to have.
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I think this is neat! George and Barbara! We should definitely get to know more about them. I'm fascinated. Also: Barbara hoping the baby will grow out of face scrunches. LOVE IT. And the imagery of the baby being blank is pretty nifty, seeing as how Oliver lets his parents "write" his life for him at an older age. Please, please continue. Even if it's just to ward off exam-hatred. :grin: |
| Popey | Dec 16 2009, 08:12 PM Post #7 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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I think they be expanded too because if they don't they just become the homophobic religious parents. I like to add real world like asides in my writing which is where the face scrunches come from :LMAO: Oh good the blank thing made sense. I usually make references in my head that make sense to me but are lost on other people. Gah exams.......they will be the death of me. I should be studying for my World History Ap exam and my Anatomy and Physiology Honors exams but somehow Kish seems more interesting than ancient societies (looking at you China, Mesopotamia, Indus valley folk, the purple people etc. etc.) or body systems (yeah skin.....Z_Z) |
| lloydletta | Dec 16 2009, 08:31 PM Post #8 |
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Think about Kyle tutoring you in Anatomy and Physiology. |
| Popey | Dec 16 2009, 08:38 PM Post #9 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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:LMAO: :LMAO: :LMAO: :LMAO: *looks up from reproductive system notes just to read this* |
| WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot | Dec 17 2009, 02:29 PM Post #10 |
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The Whore of Babylon
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I'm very anxious to see where you take this. I love that you're tackling Oliver's parents too--giving them more depth of character than what was seen on the show. And really lovely set up here. Will definitely read more! Thanks :grin: |
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