A Marvelous Love Triangle
By Tcheser
11/26/06
Moe “Mojo” Johnston couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had come to the New York City apartment of Mary Jane Watson intent on telling her how he felt about her. How the friendship they had shared when they were in high school had been the only thing that had kept him going during the five hard years he spent in prison for grand larceny and breaking and entering. How he had her pictures posted all over his prison cell and gazed at them longingly for hours every day. How his fond memories of her had grown and turned inevitably into feelings of love. How he could no longer live without her and wanted her to be his forever. Now that he was here however, with his heart on his sleeve, ready to express his love and devotion for her everything was going wrong. For what should he find when he peered through her window?
The Black Cat!
A notorious super heroine, the Black Cat was nearly as sexy and attractive as Mary Jane herself, and was already inside her apartment and was presently involved in a heated argument with her about someone named Peter. Mojo couldn’t believe this. As he scaled the building and crept silently across the rooftop to get a better view through Mary Jane’s skylight, he ground his teeth and tried to reconcile the horrible thought that Mary Jane was already taken by another man. It was a terrible thought and Mojo found himself having to stop and rest for a moment against the skylight before continuing. He had to get his head straight before confronting Mary Jane and confessing his love for her.
At least from his new position Mojo could see and hear the argument between the Black Cat and Mary Jane better. They were really having a row it seemed. Shouting at one another and nearly coming to blows. Perhaps he mused he would hear something that would allay his earlier fear that his love was involved with another man. That would help his cause a great deal. It was a vain hope he knew, but he wasn’t prepared to give up on her just yet. Not as long as there was any possibility remaining that Mary Jane could still be his… and not as long as the two silver remotes still dangled from his belt. Amazing devices he had stolen earlier that evening from the lab of none other then Reed Richards, better known as Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.
Meanwhile the argument taking place below Mojo seemed to be just continually heating up. The white haired Black Cat seemed to be on the offense with his love, the beautiful red haired Mary Jane, more then a little taken aback by her rival’s audacity.
“Listen to me Mary Jane. I’m being dead serious. I’m in love with Peter and I’m certain he feels the same way. He’s just too nice of a guy to say anything to you.” The Black Cat, secretly Felicia Hardy, tried to explain during a lull in their shouting contest.
“That’s ridiculous. You barely know Peter. How could you know how he feels?” Mary Jane countered.
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Story: The New School (Part 2)
The New School
By Tcheser
Part 2
Prior to arriving at St. Glover’s, the girls who were now only to be referred to as Polly, Madge and Clover, had expected to have nice rooms they shared with perhaps one other girl, with an en suite bathroom and cleaning and laundry service, just like they had at their previous schools. Now though, having been welcomed to the school in what they considered the most horrific and demeaning of manners possible, they had understandably low expectations as to what would constitute their accommodations for the possibly indefinite length of their stay. Despite this however, what they found upon reaching their sleeping chamber, was still enough to shock them out of their silence.
“You can’t expect us to stay here!” Polly blurted out.
“It’s like bedlam!” Madge added.
For rather than a cozy room and an en suite bath it appeared that all of the girls who attended St. Glover’s slept in the same room. Row upon row of bunk beds, stacked three high, extended from one end of the long narrow hall to the other. Chamberpots and washbasins were in evidence as were old trunks presumably for the inhabitants meager possessions and upon every window were iron bars. It was positively medieval.
It being nearly time for supper the hall was also rather full of busy girls at the moment. Some were changing their clothes, right out in the open in front of everyone the girls were aghast to see, while others were brushing their hair or darning their well worn uniforms. None of them seemed to take any particular interest in the new trio as they were half marched, half shoved down the central corridor between the beds, they just went about their business hardly giving them a second thought.
By Tcheser
Part 2
Prior to arriving at St. Glover’s, the girls who were now only to be referred to as Polly, Madge and Clover, had expected to have nice rooms they shared with perhaps one other girl, with an en suite bathroom and cleaning and laundry service, just like they had at their previous schools. Now though, having been welcomed to the school in what they considered the most horrific and demeaning of manners possible, they had understandably low expectations as to what would constitute their accommodations for the possibly indefinite length of their stay. Despite this however, what they found upon reaching their sleeping chamber, was still enough to shock them out of their silence.
“You can’t expect us to stay here!” Polly blurted out.
“It’s like bedlam!” Madge added.
For rather than a cozy room and an en suite bath it appeared that all of the girls who attended St. Glover’s slept in the same room. Row upon row of bunk beds, stacked three high, extended from one end of the long narrow hall to the other. Chamberpots and washbasins were in evidence as were old trunks presumably for the inhabitants meager possessions and upon every window were iron bars. It was positively medieval.
It being nearly time for supper the hall was also rather full of busy girls at the moment. Some were changing their clothes, right out in the open in front of everyone the girls were aghast to see, while others were brushing their hair or darning their well worn uniforms. None of them seemed to take any particular interest in the new trio as they were half marched, half shoved down the central corridor between the beds, they just went about their business hardly giving them a second thought.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Story: The New School (Part 1)
THE NEW SCHOOL
By Tcheser
Part 1
Miss Amelia Greystoke had just turned eighteen when she was told by her uncle and godfather that she would not be returning to her beloved private school that fall, but would instead be attending another school up in Scotland. Naturally she didn't want to go, but he was her uncle and until she was twenty one and inherited her father's title and estate, he was in charge.
On the train trip up to her new school, Amelia met two other girls who were also heading there. The first was a Ms. Meredith Periwinkle, a girl Amelia's age with dark brown hair nearly as long as her own vibrant blonde hair. Her family was in manufacturing down in Leeds and her father had recently married a much younger woman, so she was somewhat glad to get out of the house. The second was a fair skinned girl with curly red hair. Her name was Zoë, and although she didn't look it, she was nearly twenty and already married. Though she was well off, her lordly husband unfortunately believed she needed more education. They passed the time telling each other stories about their last school and wondering what their new school was going to be like.
By Tcheser
Part 1
Miss Amelia Greystoke had just turned eighteen when she was told by her uncle and godfather that she would not be returning to her beloved private school that fall, but would instead be attending another school up in Scotland. Naturally she didn't want to go, but he was her uncle and until she was twenty one and inherited her father's title and estate, he was in charge.
On the train trip up to her new school, Amelia met two other girls who were also heading there. The first was a Ms. Meredith Periwinkle, a girl Amelia's age with dark brown hair nearly as long as her own vibrant blonde hair. Her family was in manufacturing down in Leeds and her father had recently married a much younger woman, so she was somewhat glad to get out of the house. The second was a fair skinned girl with curly red hair. Her name was Zoë, and although she didn't look it, she was nearly twenty and already married. Though she was well off, her lordly husband unfortunately believed she needed more education. They passed the time telling each other stories about their last school and wondering what their new school was going to be like.
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