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| WhiskeybusPorno Part 1 updated (dec.21) [Rated R for future installments and bus shenanigans] | |
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| Popey | Dec 17 2009, 07:36 PM Post #11 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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"The monotony of the days has just begun/time will wither all the threads they have spun" Motherhood wasn’t so bad at least compared to what I had seen on the TV. Some days Oliver was in a tizzy about something random but most of the time he behaved. He just would sit there and stare off into space like there was some secret in the clouds that I had failed to decipher (“Of course my baby would be an alien,” I thought often). Actually most days Oliver and I would just play cards, well I would play Solitaire and he would reached over and try to eat the cards every now and then. He was a cute precocious baby that had too much imagination for that cute little body. In fact I would venture to say that he was one of the cutest babies I have ever seen. Yes, yes I am pretty sure you have heard this story a million times, ‘Oh my little Brett is so cute! The cutest baby of the bunch!”, but this time it was true! He had the cutest little face, the most kissable nose, radiant eyes (even if one did open a little later than the other one), but his greatest feature would have to be his smile. When he smiled it was like a spotlight was turned on. His smile was wondrous and could melt even the coldest of heart. This little boy was going to become such a lady killer I thought (well I was half right). He liked it when I poked his nose so I did just that. He giggled a sound that would have made the angels weep. I know I sound like I am gushing, and I am, but everything was so perfect about him. I guess you had to be there to understand (I have pictures, movies, old Christmas sweaters etc. if you want to pretend you were there though). I could gush on and on about Oliver and I probably will sometime in the future but I don’t think that now is the time. The phone rang cutting through the silence like a knife and waking Oliver. Lightly cursing I picked up both the phone and Oliver. “Barbara?” the voice said. My mother. I cursed loudly in my head. “Hi mom.” “Oh, hi dear. Oh is that Oliver crying in the background? Put him on the phone so I can talk to him!” “Mother he is not even six months yet, he won’t even understand you are saying and I am pretty sure that at this moment he doesn’t want to talk. *I patted his head and kissed his cheek*” “Barbara I think I know when my grandbaby wants to talk to me!” “Mom, I think I know my baby more than you especially since you have never seen him to begin with.” “Now isn’t the time to get rude honey! Besides you send us so many pictures I am pretty sure I know him just as well as you.” “I wouldn’t have to send those picture if you just came to visit.” “Barbara, you know for a fact that your father and I are extremely busy. We have jobs you know. We can’t just run around willy nilly to visit family. That remind me, we are going to have to cancel Christmas this year. We just don’t have the time so we will come later.” “Sure mom whatever. Now if you don’t mind I have to go cook dinner before George.” “Honey, you should make him cook dinner for you! We aren’t in patriarchal land anymore! You need find your inner feminist and free her.” “OK mom. I will go burn my bra right after I finish dinner now if you don’t have any more to tell me I am going to have to hang up now.” “Not that I can think of…..oh! Daddy is sick but it is nothing to worry about. Just a little cold.” “How bad is it *I played with Oliver’s fat fingers*?” “I just told you! God Barbara, stop playing with Oliver for two second and listen. He is fine. I took him to the doctor last Monday and he got medication.” “Last Monday! Jesus mom! Why didn’t you tell me he has been sick for a week?” “Because he is fine like.I.just.told.you!” “Fine mom, just take care of him and please tell me next time he is sick ok?” “Whatever you say honey. Now go make dinner for Ricky Ricardo. I am pretty sure he is going to be home any minute now and if you don’t have dinner at least started he may explode.” “Mom…….” “I am not kidding honey. Get off the phone now. I don’t have any new funeral clothes and I don’t want to be caught in the same clothes I wore to Aunt Rita’s funeral.” “Bye mom.” I rolled my eyes. The phone clicked off and Oliver just stared at me (I had put him on the counter during the phone call). He looked confused and freaked out at the same time which was totally understandable. My mom might not be around much but when she is, she tries to be the life of the party. Well nowadays she is; the past is a different story. I just stared back at Oliver and said, “That crazy woman on the phone was your grandmother. I guess that would make more sense if you actually saw her but she is always busy. Don’t worry about it though, she did the same thing to me.” Oliver just continued to stare even more confused so I just poked him in the nose again. He erupted in laughter which washed away any annoyance I was feeling. “Oh I hope you stay this easy to please. Ok time to cook so daddy can have something to eat when he comes home. In the jumpy chair we go!” I put him in the jumpy swing thing (which I have no name for) and watched him play around in it for a second. When I was pretty sure he was ok I started to gather up the things I needed to make spaghetti (plates, noodles, fire house for Oliver). Somewhere around the refrigerator and the pantry I stopped and said, “Wait, Aunt Rita died?” Fluff chapter I will admit. I think the beginning will be a lot of fluff but stuff will start to go downhill some time or later. Just got to make you happy before I set you puppy on fire. This is all one part, no time jumping. I was going to write a George scene but it got too long and I have to go back and edit (and his part clashes with the happy flufflyness). I have not name for the mom yet but it will come to me (like the rest of the story). I did decide that there will be Seven-ish parts (tentatively titled Part One Creatures of Habit, Part Two The Dearth in Excitement, Part Three Baptizing the Fire With Oil, Part Four Porno (will hopefully make sense during that part and no it is not about an actual porno, Part Five The Painted Maple, Part Six Burning Your Bridges As You Cross Them, and Part Seven Beyond Here Lies Everything. I know that none of this makes sense to me but hopefully you trust me to do right by this story. I had free time after my exams to plan out important events in the story and I have most of the central conflicts down. I apologize for the lack of action but now is the time for subtle inspection. The action happens around The Dearth in Excitement along with an event that will definitely cause you people to revolt adn burn me at the stake. Also for all three of you who read this, Oliver's first monologue pops up in Baptizing The Fire With Oil. Yup all the way in the middle. I tried to add him in earlier but it didn't work (who knows maybe it will). Ok I seem to have rambled more than I have actually written so I am going to leave now. |
| rhombus | Dec 17 2009, 08:06 PM Post #12 |
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I love your ramblings almost as much as the story itself... :grin: Getting this introspection into Barbara is fascinating, because who else is doing that? No one, that's who. One minor thing that took me out of the chapter a bit: Barbara using "Jesus" out of context. It doesn't seem to fit the proper church-goer model... BUT maybe that's the point? Maybe she converts more heavily later on and right now she's just not that into religion? She is a bit of spitfire in this chapter with George not around, so that's probably something you're doing on purpose... the dichotomy of her character. Now I'm rambling. OLIVER = CUTEST BABY EVER. (One eye opens slower than the other! Perfection!) |
| Popey | Dec 17 2009, 08:44 PM Post #13 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Yeah right now neither George or Barbara are like they are into the show. Later they turned toward the church to deal with certain issues that pop up in their lives. Actually that is addressed in the next part (I swear I am not covering my ass) Barbara is a spitfire in the first few parts definitely. Then I dump an ocean of water on her, step on her fuse (wait she turned into a match?), and throw her into the trash. Yes I hate myself for it. Oliver IS the cutest baby ever! I have seen one of Scott's eyes opens a little later than the other (do I have a lot of time on my hands? Of course not) or maybe I am justing seeing things. :dunno: Glad you are enjoying it! :grin: It means a lot. ETA-Oh good god! My rambling after the chapter was filled with so many mistakes! Please ignore those......... Edited by Popey, Dec 17 2009, 08:46 PM.
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| smuchshypush | Dec 17 2009, 09:10 PM Post #14 |
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hehehe, cuuuuute.
ha! Fun light chapter. Love that baby Oliver is as quirky as grown-up Oliver. And sooo true about that smile :grin: I’m excited to see what makes the Fishes turn to the church… |
| Popey | Dec 17 2009, 09:19 PM Post #15 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Hehe Brett as a baby has to be the cutest thing ever! Oliver is forever be quirky in my mind. Being excited......remember that happy feeling when it happens. |
| rhombus | Dec 17 2009, 09:27 PM Post #16 |
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I have a theory! Baby Oliver from Universe A dies tragically, so the Fishes steal a Baby Oliver from Universe 1! And then turn to the church to save themselves from the universe exacting revenge on them for their warp of the space-time continuum! (Sorry, been watching a bit too much Fringe lately...) |
| Popey | Dec 17 2009, 09:29 PM Post #17 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Hah! You are only half right for you see Oliver for universe A is alive and has aged twenty years and has come to exact revenge.....for something! Also George gets a sex change, Barbara turns out to be the second coming of Jesus, and Kyle is a cyborg stripper who falls in love with Oliver A. |
| smuchshypush | Dec 17 2009, 09:33 PM Post #18 |
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Okay, if your characters will be jumping around in time anyway, I think you should do the same and write this part NOW. Or... yesterday. :grin:
Ruh roh... |
| Popey | Dec 17 2009, 09:48 PM Post #19 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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Ha! I just thought about Tech Greek Oliver Fish having sex with an ANDROID stripper that looks like Kyle! The universe has broken. So the things I need to write goes as follows: this story, Kyle and Oliver play strip poker, They watch Glee, cyborg stripper sex. And here I thought I was going to have to write weird things. About the Ru oh part...I fear I may have said too much. |
| AzureHorizon | Dec 17 2009, 10:47 PM Post #20 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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I could really use a fic that deals with Oliver's early years, before college. Maybe an exploration of a potential crush or opportunity that he had before Kyle that he never got to explore at any length, because of his paralyzing fear? |
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