Message-ID: <7049eli$9801061712@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: Snapshot 6 - The World Below [f] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980106053133.20511.rocketmail@send1b.yahoomail.com> The snapshot series is a collection of very short mental images. Please see Snapshot 0 (Prelude and Note from the Author) for particulars or contact me for distribution information. If you are easily offended by exhibitionism, bondage, s&m, sex, or nudity in general (what are you doing here?), then you might not want to read these. Consider yourself warned. - crimson Snapshot 6 - The World Below [f] ================================ She knew that she was going to do it as soon as she left the office. Today was it. Too much pressure. Too much stress. She felt her mind snap. Slip into a place where it all just disappeared. Her apartment. Mr. Jack Daniels. Four shots. More than enough. She gagged on the first two, the second two went easier. Her head swimming, as she slowly did a strip tease, for absolutely nobody. Elvis low on the stereo. She danced naked with herself for a time. Finally, letting herself out into the deserted hallway. The labyrinth guiding her body back towards the stairs. Up, slowly twirling up the stairway. The fog slowly lifting as she found the ladder. The ladder where she had hesitated so many times before. Last time actually breaking the lock that led to the dark place, but not having the courage to climb that last rung. Shaking, she placed her hands on the rungs and slowly climbed. Feeling the cold steel against the soles of her feet. Feeling the draught flow down from the trap door above. Tears coursed down her cheeks, as she emerged into the night. Looking over the edge. She watched the world below. The people, like ants, scurrying hither and fro. The cars, like toys, rushing back and forth for no particular reason. Her heart began to beat more insistently as she placed her bare feet up onto the low wall surrounding the rooftop. Her head still swimming, as she outstretched her arms towards the heavens. Tears formed again, but she steadied her nerves with a raw force of will. And slowly, ever so slowly, simply leaned forward. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |