ElectricMayhem1

May 13, 1963  My alarm clock went off.  It's six in the morning on a Monday.  Today was going to be my last day in this attic.  Yes, that's right- I live in an attic, in a mansion with over ten bedrooms in which my step-relatives use only three.  The StepWitch doesn't want the world to know I exist, whenever she has guests or "friends" over.  She definitely has "friends."  I have to live my entire life as a maid even if I went to school, got all the top grades, passed my 11-plus exams, and could have gone to a higher, more educational school than my sisters.   They did not pass the exams and got really angry.  They decided to lock me up in

"Bonzo, get up. We slept in too late..." Robert and Jonesy shook the drummer awake, him unwillingly opening his eyes. "Ugh...do you remember what happened last night, Rob?" "Some of it. I remember the employees screaming at me for surfing on the door that you broke off down the hallway." "Aha...that's right! They should spend some money on keeping this place up, get some better doors and wider halls! That elevator downstairs is still broken..." "By chance, have you seen Jimmy anywhere? He's been gone for hours now." Jonesy interrupted. "Already asking me questions, I just got outta bed! At least let me get something outta the fridge

The two lay there, panting, before Micky pulled out of Davy. Davy whimpered and looked up at Micky. “So how did you like that?” Micky asked. Davy pressed his lips to Micky’s. Micky kissed back, brushing his tongue against Davy’s lips. “I liked it very much…” he whispers. “It felt so good…” A knock on the door made them both jump. “Davy? Are you in there?” “I swear I saw them go this way.” It was Mike and Peter. “Micky..,I cannot move right now…”Davy whispers. “My arse is NOT up to it.” “What do we do?” Micky asked. “Just stay

I was just standing there.My muscles aching.I needed to get home.But,I couldn't.I had to go backstage.I NEEDED to meet Angus.I didn't even know him,and yet I loved him.I wanted him to be mine.There had to be a way to get backstage. As I was trying to get through the security guards,a man in his late 40's came up to me."Where ya going,sweetheart?"He asked,deep english accent."None of your business."I said bitterly."Well,that's no way to treat a gentleman."He said and tried to turn me around.I looked to see that he was balding and very ugly."You?A gentleman...only in your dreams."I said.He grabbed me by my hair and pinned me to the wall.He was