Writting Practice and Boobs NSFW (3408 hits)
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Submitted by heyzues (View user info) at 2004-08-30 23:39:54 EDT
The boobs are at the bottom, feel free to skip the story and look at the boobs, I know I will.
#### I'm not a nerd who believes in psychic abilities, I just have an overactive imagination, and thought it would be fun to write about.####
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"Focus! Focus!" Bob's inner monologue screamed as he concentrated his mind on the twenty steel ball bearings that lay in front of him. This was Bob's nightly ritual for the past six years. He would sit on his bed in a classic meditative posture, concentrating on an object he felt comfortable with, attempting to move the object with his mind. Every night for three hours he would sit and push his mind to it's limit.
Bob's skull started to throb, as the ball bearings slowly raised off his mattress. When the pressure in his skull started to build up, the bearings came to a stop three inches off his bed. "Hold it, just hold it for a little longer." Bob whispered in a harsh low growl. After several seconds the bearings began to drop, one by one, until only one was left. When the last bearing descended back on to the mattress, he heaved a sigh of disappointment, and opened his eyes to a pitch black room. "My fear is holding me back."
The fear of brain hemorrhage, was a thought that occupied his mind constantly. The first time he succeeded in telekinesis two years ago, he never thought that a brain hemorrhage was something that he needed to worry about. After his third successful attempt at telekinesis he experienced a massive nose bleed and passed out. From that day on he constantly feared pushing himself too hard.
Bob got up and walked to his bathroom, flexing his bare feet in an attempt to return feeling to his numb toes. He splashed a handful of water on his face to wash off the layer of dried sweat. When he looked up at the mirror, he was startled by the red color of his eyes. "Holy shit, that's bad." The blood pressure had caused several vessels in his eyes to burst, turning both his eyes entirely blood red. Once again his fear made itself known to him. He opened the mirror and reached for the Advil that was inside the cabinet. The blood thinning effects of the pain killer eased his worry, and helped him relax.
Walking back across his tiny studio apartment, cursing to himself about his eyes, he sat on the side of his bed. Hanging his head, with his elbows on his knees, he whispered to himself. "I wonder if she'll call tonight." He raised his head and looked at his clock, it read ten o'clock PM. Just then his cell phone began playing the theme song to Super Mario Brothers. His heart beat skipped and his mood was instantly elevated. He picked it up and fumbled with the buttons, after finally hitting the green "on" button, he said "Hello?" and anticipated hearing her voice.
"Hey, it's Amy. What's up?" Her voice ringing in his ear, with a hint of her Spanish accent.
"Not much, just thinkin." Even though he had known her for a little over three years, it still took him some time to get over his nervousness when he spoke to her.
"Thinkin, huh? Does that mean you were meditating?" Bob regretted telling her that he meditated, he never told her the whole truth, but he mentioned once that he meditated to clear his mind. "I can call back if I interrupted you. I know how important it is." She said in a sarcastic tone.
"Yea OK........ so what are you up to?" he replied, avoiding the subject of meditation.
"There's a party at John Millers house tonight, I'm about to leave in ten minutes. I just wanted call you before I left to check on you, you haven't called in a while."
"Yea, I've been kinda distracted lately." A partial truth, he had become consumed with discovering new ways to use his mental skills for the past month.
"How can you be busy? You don't have a job." She fired back. "How do you afford that apartment without any income? I know your parents don't have enough money to support your lazy ass."
"When my grandmother died she left me some cash."
"Really? How much?"
"Something like fifteen thousand dollars." In reality he had used his abilities to rip off an ATM machine for fifteen thousand dollars. The incident was on the front page of the local newspaper, the headline read 'Man in Ski Mask Hacks Into ATM'. Bob thought the headline was rather bland.
"Oh... well you better get a job soon, that money isn't going to last forever."
"Yea I know. So is Steve taking you to the party?" Steve was her boyfriend last week, but chances are she had a knew boyfriend.
"No, I broke up with him last weekend." Bob felt sorry for some of Amy's old boyfriends. She had the ability to cause a guy to confess his love for her on the first date. But she would always get board with them rather quickly, and leave them emotionally battered. "Yea, me and my sister are going together, in fact she's yelling at me right now to move my ass. So I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love ya." She hung up before Bob could say good bye.
He put the phone on his night stand and laid down on his back to go to sleep. He looked forward to sleeping, when he slept he dreamt of Amy. He had suspicions that his dreams might be more than dreams and that they may have some basis in reality, but he could never prove it. As his mind drifted and his eyes became heavier he thought of Amy. He began to see her face, she was smiling and seamed to be enjoying herself, he could see her golden tanned skin. She was wearing a tight pink shirt that exposed her belly ring and tight low rider jeans. The blurry image panned out and showed that she was at a party, as the party went on the blurriness of the images in Bob's head began to clear. She began to drink excessive amounts of alcohol, something she was notorious for, then she was dancing with some random guy. Bob could see that her sister was also drunk. Eventually the party came to an end and people started to leave. The clock at the party showed that it was three thirteen AM when Amy and her sister got into her car and left.
Bob woke up screaming. He looked at the clock on his night stand, it read three eighteen AM. Bob jumped out of his bed and started putting on his shoes. " Please let it be a dream, Please let it be a dream." He repeated over and over again as he sprinted out of his apartment. He cringed as he went over the last image he saw of Amy's body laying on the ground surrounded by glass with the right side of her skull caved in.
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Since I'm no good at judging my own writting I'd appriciate any feedback.
I'm going to make this a series if it gets enough hits.
Tune in next week for another exciting episode of "lonely emo guy with psychic powers"
And as promised, boobs.
(If it doesn't work I am deeply sorry)
User Reviews
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2004-11-21 21:31:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Without reading the replies.
The story was good but the Boobs were terrible.
I never thought I would say that I preferred text to Boobs.
In fact I am about to commit ritual suicide.
Goodbye cruel world.......
-Davros
Submitted by TimeCop (user info) at 2004-11-21 21:17:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The writing is better than the boobs. I like where the story is going, though. Using psychic powers to rip off an ATM is something anyone would do.
Submitted by barryap (user info) at 2004-11-21 19:44:08 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Ummm, no, I can see boobs in real life, I don't need to go through a Ubersite story for them.
Submitted by Unknown at 2004-10-30 03:48:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sexy
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2004-10-16 12:48:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
A solid piece, as below though, maybe Amy was little too bland??
Meh.
Submitted by mrwolf (user info) at 2004-09-09 05:11:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought this was awesome... Well done. I'd like to see another
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-09-09 04:35:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
he didn't mean the name amy dumbass.
he meant the generic tight shirted belly ring girl.
hint : don't be defensive on uber, one gets slaughtered. trust me, I know.
decent story but dude, check your spelling.
only shandythedog can get away with that.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-09 04:19:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by dolfin (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:55:25 (#)
Ranking: 1
You also spelt "bored" wrong, and "Amy" could be a little different from every other high school pretty slut girl that guys in stories have crushes on, but I don't know you, maybe you did that on purpose.
Decent story though.
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yea because Bob is such an individual name. The reason I went with such generic names is because I can't stand stories were it seems like the author tried harder to come up with a name than the plot itself.
Submitted by dolfin (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:55:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You also spelt "bored" wrong, and "Amy" could be a little different from every other high school pretty slut girl that guys in stories have crushes on, but I don't know you, maybe you did that on purpose.
Decent story though.
Submitted by LUE (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:35:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by streetpunk (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:28:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked your story.
Submitted by Zod (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:14:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Dude, you spelled "writing" wrong in the title. Come on now.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-08-31 21:04:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I can't believe I just gave myself a +2.
I'm now legally retarded.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-08-31 21:02:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Thanks for the feed back.
Also if anyone knows of a good medical site, let me know. I need to get some information on the brain, so that I can pretend to know what I'm talking about.
Submitted by FetusesAreDelicious (user info) at 2004-08-31 20:16:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
HurraY not for boobies!!!
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2004-08-31 20:13:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good writing. The boobs were ok.
Submitted by JustAnotherHunter (user info) at 2004-08-31 20:09:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good story, but next time, put the title as the title, not writting practice and boobs....youlll get more hits that way. And, spell writing correctly next time, or everyone will think that youre a third grader.
Submitted by Electro (user info) at 2004-08-31 19:51:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Anything being techy is good.
If someone can break into atms with mind powers... kick ass
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-08-31 19:39:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Please inform me of the next type of boobies you would like to see. I'm going to make another post much like this one, in an effort to improve my horrendous story telling skills. so please inform me of what you didn't like about the story, and what type of boobies you would like to see on the next post.
Submitted by fluff (user info) at 2004-08-31 16:01:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
sorry heyzues.
I don't like silicone bitches. your catch there didn't work.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-08-31 13:24:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Woo woo woo, calm down guys. I know your all eager to review this wonderful masterpiece of literature, but slow down it's hard to read through all those reviews.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2004-08-31 05:13:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Boobs.
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2004-08-31 00:22:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
What the fuck man? You're title says something about boobs and you want me to read a story? This is the biggest fraud in the history of science.
You're such a fraud I can smell the stench of lying and false hopes in the air. I hope you're happy with yourself. Now we're gonna have to bomb this place with asbestos. Great job.
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2004-08-30 23:44:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I likie boobies.
I am not quite bored enough to read all that yet. I might later.