St. Eubrie: The End Of Mahogany Street (764 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2006-08-07 03:46:35 EDT
Hours after the events transpired, the rumors and whispers spread through the small town of St. Eubrie like a virus. Within days, the tales that were being told over coffee and the gossip slung among coworkers had grown to outrageous proportions. And within weeks, no one remembered a word of it. This is the way St. Eubrie has always been, so protected by the saint of secrets. He had done his job well this time, for even the most outlandish of the stories told about the two families at the end of Mahogany Street didn't remotely come close to the brutal truth.
At 7754 Mahogany Street, there is a two story tan house with navy blue shutters. We would have found the Hammons here shortly ago. Joe worked at the power company and his wife, Helen, worked part time at the elementary school as a teacher's aid. They had sixteen year old twin daughters, Rachel and Ruth, who were as opposite as night and day. And we must not forget Joey Jr., the twelve year old son.
Next door at 7756 Mahogany Street, there is a white ranch style home with an above ground pool out back. Here is where the Archers once resided. David worked from home mostly as a advertising consultant and his wife, Heather, ran one of the floral shops in town. Eighteen year old Doug was a senior, sixteen year old Becca was a sophomore, and yet another twelve year old, Scott, was in seventh grade.
And where do we begin to unravel the clues that lead up to that evening? For, indeed, if we were to trace back, we would follow a trail that extended for years. So much of the truth has been obscured, the black secrets dwelling deep within even darker shadows. Perhaps if we pray to St. Eubrie, perhaps if we beg him for a glimmer of the real, he will allow some beacon to shine through to us. Perhaps not every witness to those events has been silenced in his embrace...
THREE DAYS BEFORE "THE EVENING."
Joe Hammon sat at his desk at the power company, slowly munching on a turkey sandwich. Work had been beating his ass for the last week and he was already on overtime. Fortunately he was on great terms with his boss, Ken. He could work all the damn hours he wanted and Ken would sign off on them. He didn't mind the extra cash in his paycheck, but he would have liked to have been at home a bit more often. Home. Joe started thinking about the night to come and let a hand stray down to his growing erection behind the desk.
On Mahogany Street, David Archer was also thinking about sex. This was because Helen Hammon was on her knees in front of him, his cock disappearing into her mouth. As Helen sucked away at him, David idly thought about how he wanted to escape this life and St. Eubrie. He had grown restless and had only taken on the affair with his neighbor's wife out of boredom. David didn't care for her anymore than he did his own spouse. He supposed he loved his children, but they were a constant reminder of his mundane existence. A gurgle from Helen brought him back to the present. He glanced down at the woman with a fake look of desire and brushed the hair from her face.
The bell rang announcing the end of the school day and Ruth tossed her geometry book into her backpack. Her long black hair hung straight, mostly in her face and covering the Atreyu logo on her shirt. She slung her jean jacket over her shoulder and weaved through the crowd scrambling out of the doors. Her Converse sneakers made tiny squeaks as she shuffled her way to the art room, the horde of students thinning out as they made past her in the opposing direction. Ruth closed the door and glanced around. The door to the storage room was cracked open a few inches. She dropped her bag and her jacket on top of one of the tables, clearly visible to anyone who might lock the door. Slipping into the storage room, she saw Becca Archer swearing to herself as she dropped some print making materials. Ruth picked them up for her neighbor and set them on the metal racks. Becca smiled and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend.
Joey Hammon and Scott Archer both got off the bus at the end of their street. Joey promptly punched Scott in the side of the head and started laughing. Scott tried to laugh along with his friend as the ringing in his skull subsided. Joey asked Scott if he was excited about their plan for this upcoming weekend. Scott tried, once again, to talk his best friend out of the scheme, but Joey called him a "tampon." This was Joey's newest thing, calling people that when he was mad at them. Scott shut up before Joey started hitting him again.
Peering around the floral shop and seeing it empty, Heather Archer stepped out back of the store, careful to leave the door slightly open in case another customer came strolling in. She breathed in the stench of trash from the back alley, a welcomed change from the scent of flowers that she inhaled all day. But now it was time to inhale something even better. Heather pulled out a slim silver cigarette case from her smock, and retrieved a perfectly rolled joint. She lit it up and tried her best to remember a time that she was happy.
Adjusting the headphones, Doug Archer once again attempted the song on his guitar. He had been working on U2's "Sunday Bloody Sunday" for about a week now, but still couldn't quite get it. He had become obsessed with the tune one night after smoking some of his mom's pot and hearing it on the radio. While fiddling with the tuning, he happened to glance out his window, directly across into Rachel Hammon's bedroom. She was home and she was changing. Doug quickly dropped his instrument and grabbed for his binoculars. He was just in time to see her take off her bra. Unzipping his pants, Doug thought about how long this had been going on, how long he had been watching her, how long he had been in love with her. And as he masturbated to the vision of his naked next door neighbor, he thought about how he had never gathered up the courage to say more than a few words to her.
Rachel knew he was watching again. She liked the power she had over him, as pathetic as he was. She ran her hands through her shoulder length curly black hair, then down across her small perky breasts. She wondered how often he jerked off while imagining her. Not that it mattered, like she would ever be with a boy like him. There was only one man that mattered to her, enough space in her heart to love only one. She accepted that certain sacrifices had to be made, certain precautions taken. Most people wouldn't have understood. But things were going to have to change soon, she didn't want to share him anymore. Rachel stood in front of her mirror, thinking about the night to come and let a hand stray down to her growing wetness. Daddy would be home soon...
TBC!!!
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-01 22:20:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Konerak (user info) at 2006-08-13 05:43:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-08-09 01:49:40 (#)
Ranking: 2
I read this earlier and forgot to rate it.
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Yessir.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-08-09 23:53:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
uhhhhh...
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-08-09 01:49:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I read this earlier and forgot to rate it.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-08-08 08:59:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
damn
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-08 01:36:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
NKD - It's a very high quality product, don't worry about that. I just feel that I will need at least two sets of breasts to accompany me in the picture if I camwhore the item to offset the incredible lameness of it all...
Submitted by Sockster (user info) at 2006-08-07 23:03:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by KindaNews (user info) at 2006-08-07 20:32:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was thinking 1.75, but the reveal at the end was excellent.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2006-08-07 20:27:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow.
do go on...
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-08-07 17:43:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
does it look like crappy crap crap crap or is it just too nerdy? I can understand the nerdy bit, not sure I could proudly sport it. hell I don't even know if i could wear it with a sign around my neck declaring my shame for wearing such a shirt. I am interested to know if the quality is decent.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-08-07 16:58:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-07 16:38:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
If I can can get 2 of my hot wimmenz friends to pose with me, I MIGHT camwhore the damn shirt for you...
......... but I doubt it.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-08-07 16:24:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I WAS going to send an authentic cheese head hat but I wAsn't sure that'd go over. I thought this was an entertaining idea without the use of narcottics or drugs even. i know it's cheesy but it's a one of a kind.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-07 16:08:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Barry... exactly what form of narcotics had you taken an excess of when you decided that IT was a good idea???
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-08-07 15:53:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
is it crap or did it turn out ok? why weep?
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-07 14:31:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Yeah... I got it.
***weeps***
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-08-07 14:29:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
did you get it? TELL ME!! COME ON MAN!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE BY NOW!!
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2006-08-07 12:23:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
under milk wood for the 2k crew.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-08-07 11:38:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fucked up and superb. Looking forward to more.
Submitted by awesome_face (user info) at 2006-08-07 11:14:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not a completely psycho family but still pretty fucked up.
We need a completely normal family sooner or later lol.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-07 10:40:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is probably the best contribution to St. Eubrie yet.
... aside from mine.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-08-07 10:11:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is starting off well.
Submitted by jade_digitalmedia (user info) at 2006-08-07 09:47:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*shiver* I need a shower now.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-08-07 04:30:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Kick ass.
I'll get around to writing mine eventually... Too much time spent on ETS...
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-08-07 04:20:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://gabbly.com/http://www.ubersite.com
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-08-07 04:10:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This made me feel dirty.
I liked it.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-08-07 04:10:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I've read the one telling people to join and the one by UnderOath, but as far as that I am ignoring this series.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-08-07 04:09:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 live
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-07 03:54:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Link to Jack's Intro... http://www.ubersite.com/m/91421