Message-ID: <42593asstr$1053691806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 22:04:44 -0500 From: Rachael Ross X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-DMCA-Notifications: http://www.giganews.com/info/dmca.html X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.1 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 22:02:38 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} choo-choo girls (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/ff, incest, nc, sad Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 08:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw Disclaimer: This is a story I wrote. It may be used in part or whole on any non-commercial media to which the general public may reasonably expect access without financial burden. Please credit the author where appropriate and include her in your evening prayers... I think I need help with the Big Guy upstairs. You Buddhist, just light a candle, ok? Thanks. ...Minors may read this, although it contains adult situations and themes, involving minors. It confuses me too. Written in Manila, Philippines in 2002 I don't really have a title for this. "Choo-Choo Girls" is my working title and sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. If you have a better one, email me. Thanks. ------------------------------------------------- Choo-Choo Girls by Rachael The Burlington-Northern runs past my yard, up on the raised gravel bed. It goes slow here, west to east and the other way too. But especially up the long steep hill out of town, going east where the world is hungry for oil and cars and lumber. I listened to it rumbling past the night my father came into my room for the last time. I put myself on it and watched my little house go by, dark and silent and meaningless, like all the other little homes. Swallowed up by that rush of wind and and deep-throated diesel roar; it carried me far, far away. I couldn't get up. So after he was done I just curled up, I hugged myself and rocked myself until Emily got out of her bed and came over to mine. She got under the covers and put her little arms around me and let me cry. She brushed my hair and kissed it and tried to tell me it was okay. That he was gone. But we both knew he wasn't really gone. He was always with us, every minute. Like a ghost, I could still feel him inside me. And I ran to the bathroom to wash him out. But It wasn't any use, it never was, I couldn't wash him away with all the soap in the world. Emily opened the door and pulled me out of the bathtub. She'd been crying too, I could tell. I stood there and let her dry me off, and we went back to our room, into her clean bed. I told her about the train, I whispered it as if he might hear us somehow. I told her that I'd been on it, that he hadn't touched me. not really, not me. I was on the train and there was a wind, and a deep growl that filled the air and the soft click-clack of the rails beneath me. I was free, I was watching everything go past and nothing could catch me. Not even him. Emily told me it was a nice dream. That trains were big and strong and went far away. She always understands and I hugged her tightly until we both fell asleep. The next night he came again. I pushed myself against the wall, trying to be so little he couldn't see me. I pulled my blanket up and put my pillow over my head and made soft sleeping sounds. He wouldn't bother me, he wouldn't touch me if I was asleep I told myself. I shivered and waited and I heard his feet and I wanted to cry and scream and run away. But I didn't. I just laid there. It was Emily's turn. Little Emily who was so strong for me. So brave and strong. She called him Daddy and said she had a bad dream. Her voice was shaking and I felt the hot water in my eyes and I hated it. I couldn't move though I tried, I swear, i tried to get up and tell her to be quiet. But I didn't, I just laid there and cried and thanked god that it wasn't me again. And that made it worse. I heard the bed moving, the little springs being squeezed when he got on Emily's bed. And I heard her muffled voice saying no daddy and please daddy and I had my eyes closed tight. I held my breath and listened for the train and it was coming. I heard the engines like thunder a long way off and I wanted it to hurry. To come soon, to take Emily with it, away from here. She was crying and I wanted to plug my ears, but I couldn't, I had to listen for the train. I had to help her find it. Emily was screaming, he was bad tonight. He was angry because it was Emily and not me, because she'd been awake when she should have been sleeping. I heard him cursing her, telling her to keep quiet. But emily wasn't listening, she isn't big like me, she's so small and he was hurting her. I had to say something, I told her to get on the train. Get on the train Emily, go away and don't look back. the end -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+