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Chapter 34 : Let's Make a Deal
Mar. 29th, 2010 03:54 pm
I felt like there was a hunk of burning hot lead in the pit of my belly. It was almost too much for me to comprehend; my brother-in-law was responsible for my father’s abduction. I had always thought that John was a trifle strange, but it never occurred to me that he could be such a creep. Not only had he impregnated my father (I wasn’t even going to consider how it might have been done), he had also felt the need to spawn with my sister as well. This meant that Chloe and Lola were not only our half-sisters, but our nieces as well (and Jenny’s step-daughters!). It reminded me of that old Ray Stevens song, “I’m my own Grandpa”. The only difference was that the song was mildly amusing, while this whole situation was anything but.
( It's a short 'un )
The warm morning sunshine felt wonderful on Nervous Subject’s naked head as he and Circe walked from their parking space to the car lot. It was a beautiful morning and, for once, Nervous felt optimistic, not only about what the day might bring, but his entire future. He was taking his first steps towards becoming his own man. He was not going to live under Loki’s thumb any longer. He was taking control of his life; today he was tackling his first objective in his total transformation.
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Chapter 25 : Jesus has a Nice Smile
Nov. 30th, 2009 09:35 pm
“You could have told me it was going to rain,” Bernard grumbled at the bald man sitting at his table, reading his newspaper.
Startled, Nervous turned around to see Jesus, in his pajamas, standing in the doorway. A light rain was falling outside. Nervous hadn’t noticed it.
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Chapter 23 : Goldi-no-locks
Nov. 16th, 2009 07:18 pm
When Nervous Subject awoke he was surprised to find himself in bed. It wasn’t his own bed, which is what surprised him the most.
Chapter 22 : Savior
Nov. 9th, 2009 04:23 pm
Nervous Subject choked up a lungful of water.
Well, at least I am not dead, he thought, at least I don’t think I am dead.
He became aware that he was on his back and soaking wet so he couldn’t possibly be dead, right? He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the figure hovering over him. A few blinks later the face came into focus.
“Jesus!” Nervous exclaimed, and promptly passed out.
“Oh Hell,” grumbled Bernard Carlton.
Chapter 20 : Fata Morgana
Sep. 16th, 2009 07:14 pm
It only took a few miles for Nervous Subject to realize that going out for a jog in the desert heat might not have been such a good idea; at least not for his first time out. He had gone through his bottled water about one mile back and now wished he had stopped at the Area 52 grocery to get more. Now, the grocery and any other sign of civilization were over two miles in the other direction. Nervous was sure he wouldn’t make it back those two miles. Maybe starting his personal transformation from a sedentary, beer drinking, and occasional herbal cigarette smoking schlub should have been a bit more gradual.
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Chapter 19 : The New Alpha Male
Sep. 10th, 2009 03:05 pm
Nervous Subject opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock. 5:57. He groaned and rolled over, turning his back on the clock, and pulled the covers over his head. He very much wanted to go back to sleep but knew that it would be pointless to even try. In a few minutes Loki would be bellowing down the stairs for Nervous to get his lazy ass out of bed.
Nervous flipped the blankets aside and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned and stretched while he mentally went over his plans for the day. It was going to be the first day of his new exercise regimen. It was all part of his personal transformation. He figured that in order to feel strong he had to be strong. It wouldn’t be enough to simply stand up to Loki’s words, He needed to stand up to him physically. He needed to become the alpha male.
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Chapter 17: A Wind of Change
Aug. 8th, 2009 11:09 pm
When Nervous Subjects woke up, he was face down on the floor, his left cheek resting on the cold stone tiles. He felt like his brain was swimming around inside his head, repeatedly and painfully bumping into the inside of his skull.
Originating from somewhere very near him, Nervous heard a slow drip. It was then that he realized his pants were wet. He hoped desperately that he hadn’t peed himself. A quick sniff of the air was enough to put his mind at ease until he could investigate further.
Chapter 14: Less Human Than a Bookcase
Apr. 2nd, 2009 09:12 pm
The only noise around the Beaker dinner table was the sound of silverware on china. It was a seemingly pleasant family scene like any you might see on a 1950’s TV sitcom. The son, Nervous, was absorbed in inhaling his potatoes while his father, Loki, picked through his piece of salmon, inspecting it for any tiny bones that might have evaded detection during the cooking process. The ever diligent wife and mother, Circe, pushed her green beans around on her plate, deep in thought about what she should prepare for the next evening’s meal.
Or not.
Chapter 7: Please Don't Eat the Placenta
Jan. 17th, 2007 06:25 am 
Andromeda Lesath Curious arrived on this planet at 3:48 AM on November first. I named her after Andromeda, the beautiful daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, also our nearest large neighbor galaxy, and Lesath, Scorpius's Upsilon star.
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Chapter 6: Uterus Sprouts Eternal
Jan. 16th, 2007 07:02 pm
I have heard it said that the miracle of birth is a beautiful thing to behold. It’s a lie. At least from my perspective; It is painful and it is messy.
Chapter 5: Bruised Buttocks
Jan. 16th, 2007 02:22 am
“What do we do, just wait?” asked Nervous
“There is nothing else we can do,” answered Lazlo
Feeling suddenly weak kneed and nauseated, I grasped the stair rail.
“I need to lie down.”
That was it. I had had enough. I was ready to just lay down on the ground and die, and probably throw up a few times in the process.
Chapter 4: Sucked in
Oct. 11th, 2006 03:32 pm
We all looked at each other for confirmation that the others had heard the same sound.
"Where’s Vidcund?" I asked.
Chapter 3: Our Brother the Stalker
Oct. 11th, 2006 01:24 amWhen a slightly inebriated Lazlo and Nervous staggered back to the bunker, I had my feet up on the sofa, Star Trek 2.0 on the tube and was half way through a pint of Chunky Monkey. They stumbled over the threshold and into the living room while laughing at Vidcund’s efforts to woo a Ms. Amber St. Clare. The two of them sprawled lazily in front of the TV.
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