Naught Good

Naught Good is now available as an ebook.

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Hmmm
12/15/06 by Anonymous
What?
Huh!
12/15/06 by Anonymous
What the?
Regret.
12/15/06 by duddle146 in USA
Regret after a night of passion.
Well heres my problem with what written
12/15/06 by Risq_001
While the author may have had some idea of where they wanted this tidbit to go, there isn't enough here for myself, and a few others, to understand what the author wanted to convey. Confusion might have been part of what was trying to be conveyed. If not, then confusion is the only thing I got from this. Not enough of anything else for me to understand what the author was trying to say about what this characters motivation was. -Risq
You've shared enough details
12/15/06 by Nirvanadragones
for the reader to be able to figure out the necesarry. But even so, this piece is not about the detail, or the events. The raw emotion of that daily battle with Self is perfectly portraid. Love does that - makes us question not only our own motivations and actions, but it makes us question our innermost being. When fear and dishonesty is part of your journey, hope hurts. And the battle to be true to ourselves continues - day after day, dream after dream, one breath at a time. Thank you for helping me see this.
Brilliant.
12/15/06 by Anonymous
This is so powerful, so emotional and intense. This came from the soul. A snippet inside ones head. A cleansing. Simply amazing...I get it.
I?
12/15/06 by z00time in USA
I kicked the water. I smelled the tire. we ran backwards. The ball is cubed. 179 degrees. There. My comment is as understandable as the story.
She new it in her heart,
12/15/06 by Anonymous
I rest my case
I read it! Then I re read it and read it again!!
12/15/06 by NeedYou
I still haven't the sightest idea if thhis was a story about a man or woman who chaeted or watched his/her spouse cheat. Did he/she know about it/didn't know but wondered? Was it planned by him/her or was it something he/she did and was caught by the husband/wife? Was it a man/woman relationship or a gay one. Was it done by him/her with a him/her? It read as if he/she was in pain fromwhat happened that was for sure. But I'm not sure why there was pain? There was puke and wine and food but I have no idea where he/she ate it. Was the act done before he/she left home and was it the husband/wife who stayed and watched him/her leave? Was it he/she that didn't close the door? Was it him/her that left and went to the hotel for an hour. And WHY did he/she go there? Why an hour? Who did he/she call before he/she arrived at the hotel. Was it there that he/she fucked him/her or was it before he/she left the house? I have no fucking idea and neither does anyone else who read this. I hope the aurthor whoever it is he/she will be inspired to write another chapter and this time "TELL US SOMETHING!!!"
Congratulations!
12/15/06 by Anonymous in USA
Congratulations, not to the author, but to the anonymous who "got it" and thought it was brilliant. I didn't have the vaguest idea of what the writers point was in this story other than that someone was in shock and geieving. How and why is ,to me, a mysery. Sorry I'm not bright enough to "get it". 60 year old George
I liked it
12/15/06 by AutumnWriter in USA
I disagree with the negative comments. The purpose of the author was to force the reader to pick up bits and pieces and read between the lines. A good story doesn't have to line it up like ABC. I suggest trying to go with what the author was trying to do, instead of fighting it. I think that I understood the storyline, but I won't state it here because that would be against the author's purpose. I enjoy creative and original pieces and this was one.
Excellent story
12/15/06 by Alvaron53
Superb prose with excellent word choices. The author's sparse style lends an edginess, a raw quality to the telling. Normally the lack of dialog would cripple a story but it doesn't here since the plotline's conflict is internalized in the narrator. The author tells us next to nothing about the characters in the story yet we know who they are. The cheating husband and the other woman only she's a woman of conscience and that leads us to the story's plot. Her ending the months long affair after they got caught is emotionally painful but at the same time, she knows it's a move toward a healthier emotional life. The acceptance of ending it is the resolution of the story's conflict and it's well-handled by the author's compact prose. I'm sorry some of the other commentators didn't get the story. I agree with AutumnWriter: the gold is there if you pan for it. Excellent fiction this is. This 100's for you, implexity, for a story well-told. I thank you.
totally confusing
12/15/06 by Anonymous
sounds like zen buddism type. I could not figure out what it's all about. plese help me understand. well written about ???
Impressively Veiled & Written
12/15/06 by Anonymous in Sumwhere Else
Well I felt it but had to read it again to be sure. Succinctly, her married lover asked her to participate with his one and nonely whereas the truant officer wouldn't pay for the rose which felt wrong but satisfying to some except for the cat who we never heard from but understood why but the dog didn't either so - well you get the drift. It was either that or like the interpretive two below detailed - or not. I very much look forward to the all revealing chapter 3.5 wherein all is spelled out for me and most. Still I liked it such as it was - provoking another drink or more. Sometimes the camo is too effective Author
for a little trashy piece of jerry spring
12/15/06 by Anonymous
I guess it is "deep" enough,,, don't misunderstand me, I am an observer of people and cultures, so even Jerry Springer-type issues are relevant and "important" to me, even if people try to make fun of them,,, they really reveal what people do, what they think, how they think, when you lift all the facades, fakes, veils, what-not. Unfortunately, this was NOT a story. It's an attempt at some deep, clever, "succinct" moment rendition (the rendition of a fleeting exchange between two masochistic people who are saying good bye to each other, still calling one another "baby" when it's just a phrase that they have no problem use it on a dirty pig or dog they see in the street,,, But for the "deep thinkers", readers, hey, go ahead and rate it "100" and put some exclamation marks after it. Just allow those of us who think it is not worth much to also say what we think... No hard feelings...
?No Tip?
12/15/06 by Anonymous
You were not as you wished disturbed correct?I would say all things concidered this is indeed a classic bedtime story it sure put me to sleep.PAX
Moral considerations: Naught Necessary
12/16/06 by KOLKORE in USA
It went well up to the last minute, and then the ending pretty much killed the story for me. A moment of truth happened. OK, she is moving along: shock and initial adjustment. She is realizing the true nature of the relations; we read good accounting of internal conflicts with the insight that she should have listened to her gut feeling all along. So as the somewhat overly dramatic ex partner for this affair is getting ready to make her exit from the hotel and from the story – I was hit by the most devastating comment from her. She does not nod apathetically, in response to the receptionist’s belated announcement, she bitterly bites: “Too bad you didn't get a chance to deliver them before I left." OMG, is she telling us that had she received the messages on time they could have saved their hopeless affair? Why else would she say: “too bad”? Now that’s really too bad, but from a very different perspective. Up to this point I believed in her internal monolog: that she was relieved – resolution- her gut feeling told her etc. In other words, that she had some shred of moral fiber in her. Ooops, she does not, just opportunism, and a lot of self serving rationalizations. Per characterization though, it was very successful. I am sure there are at least some people like those two “lovers” of opportunity. What bothers me though is that I am just not sure that the author actually meant or felt any need to add to her very apt descriptions, any angel, even a shade of irony or a critical view in describing the woman (being a partner to an affair). For example, she is never caught having any empathy for the betrayed woman. But as this self centered mentality is typical, you can count this as another plus to the character depiction. Call me old fashion, I am still disturbed by people who are not burdened by the extra weight of conscience, be it in characters in stories or people in real life.
I don't mind being called stupid
12/16/06 by Kanga40
for admitting I have no idea what this is about. I definitely didn't 'get it', in fact I doubt if there is an 'it' to get. A wonderful example of a situation where an author with a great idea actually manged to get none of that idea into words.
There must be something wrong with me, I actually
12/16/06 by sack in USA
understood this. As a matter of fact, it was painfully clear throughout. The author has an impressive way of distilling the emotions of a complex situation into very believable actions/reactions. Sure, there are details we'll never know, especially what lead up to the present situation. Yet, I found myself needing to read every word of ths subtle masterpiece, every scrap of info., every clue, no matter how minute. Few, if anyone can achieve "less is more" with the smoothness of this author. Well above the typical story with this overused theme!

Cave

I don't want to hear
someday words
against dank cave walls
dripping excuses
into dark pools
into dark fools

dreams collect
in the crevices
glowing with hope
until smothered by now
by wait
by hide

My skin aches for light
etching the stain
of lies from the dermis
of our love

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undercover
02/01/07 by duddle146 in USA
dreams dripped by fools into deep dark dank pools.

Lies..lies..
02/01/07 by Amyfriend in Ontario, Canada
and more lies being buried..

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02/01/07 by LeBroz in — NY - too far from Atlanta
Once again the very creative Alessia pulls off some impressively abstract work on this piece, pulling us out of the dank underbelly of life's lies to bring life's loves into the brilliant light of truth.

Ugh
02/17/07 by SelenaKittyn
Been there. :(

Somtimes
02/19/07 by vella_ms
I come across a poem that makes me catch my breath. I just did. Wonderfully crafted.

^
04/27/07 by Bill Dada
Been there as well, but was never able to be this articulate about it.

fade

rather than suffer
another disappointment
I'll just fade away



(Yeah, I know haiku is not supposed to be one sentence.)

Stronger

I have tasted the finite,
swallowed it,
and made it a part of my soul.

The cup is bitter.

My happiness got outside of me for a while,
but I've pulled it back
and I'm stronger now.



(This one's not finished yet ... but I wanted to jot it down.)

hold the dream

through
abuse or neglect
it's been whittled
paper thin
and it's cutting
my heart
as I struggle
to believe

and now
I have to let it go
or it will bleed
all over my soul
until the indelible
pain pulls me
into hope's abyss
again

Now

silken silhouette
framed by the glow
of moonlight on linen
I listen as she sleeps

watching the rise and fall
of her shoulder
and drawing closer
to inhale her

the curve of her hip
thrown across a pillow
draws my fingertips
to the arc of its beauty

and they hover
hesitant
to disturb her stillness
yet aching

to grasp and to bruise
with my need
with my sex
I abandon thought

facet

the eastern facet
shines
fulfilling the dawn
and hydes
the obverse
the gnostic inverse
the benevolent intent
the throbbing rhombus
of perversion
yet the eastern facet
shines


(Okay ... just yuck. They can't ALL be genius, y'know?)

Stiletto : Variations on a Theme

These two pieces of flash prose (each less than 500 words) were entries into Desdmona's Stiletto Flash contest. The first, Memento, won an honorable mention. You may recognize the theme in the second, Timeless, if you're a fan of Arthurian legend. Peace, y’all.

~ Alessia

Variations on a theme

[ I ]
Memento
Father Secco paused in his preparation for Sunday’s sermon when the recently-hired cleaning girl appeared in his peripheral vision. “Yes, Carlotta? What is it?” he asked without looking up.

“Please to excuse, padre.” Her voice dropped an octave, “Is this.”

It took him a moment to decipher what sounded like ees dees before lifting just his eyes to discover Carlotta holding a plastic grocery bag at arm’s length from her body as if its contents might suddenly explode. As he met her gaze, a blush crept up her neck and lit upon her full cheeks, making her appear even younger.

Father Secco rose and circled his desk, relieving Carlotta of the bag. Free of its burden, her body immediately relaxed, and her hands clasped one another just below her ample bosom.

“I…I found eet in the confessional,” she stammered, “just like the other.”

He took a quick peek into the bag, nodded once, and thanked Carlotta for bringing it to his attention. “There’s no need to bother anyone else about this,” he cautioned as he herded her toward the door. “I’ll take care of it.”

Carlotta crossed herself and muttered, “Sí, padre. Gracias.”

His heart racing, Father Secco closed the door to his office and pressed the knob’s button to lock it. He placed the bag on his desk and fetched a small key from the compartment of a hollow crucifix—one which once held a small vial of holy water. Taking a deep breath to quell the tremor in his hands, he inserted the key into the upper left desk drawer and slowly pulled it open. Her perfume—the vanilla musk—greeted him, flooding his mind with memories of that Saturday morning when he first heard her confession.

The black patent leather stiletto—never worn, from the look of its sole—had the drawer to itself, which was quite an honor considering the substantial clutter elsewhere. On the instep in flowing red script, a simple query:

Remember me?
Indeed, he did. In fact, he dreamt of her often; his seed soaking the sheets as he slept. How could he possibly forget the whisper rasp of her hands against the fabric of her clothes, the husky guttural sound of her voice as she climaxed, and the overwhelmingly enticing scent of her arousal in the close confines of the confessional? Odd that, in spite of what they’d shared, he wouldn’t recognize her if they passed on the street.

The bag contained the shoe’s mate—with one significant addition. He removed it gingerly, pinched between thumb and forefinger, and held it at eye level. Its message, in the same red ink, sent a shiver through him:

Until next time,
But it was the scent–her scent—which produced an instant erection. The heel glistened with her juices. Still wet. He brought the stiletto nearer his face and inhaled deeply. As he extended his tongue to taste of her, the remainder of her message came into view:

padre.


[ II ]
Timeless
First light peeks through the drapery sheers, appearing as a raspberry blush through closed eyelids. Their pale bodies lie atop the soft taupe bedspread, naked limbs entwined in a deeply sated slumber. Lance smiles softly without opening his eyes, remembering that the woman he loves is—against all odds—finally by his side. His beard is still redolent with her essence, and his hips ache with the memory of passion lasting far into the night. Into the pre-dawn hours, if truth be told.

Truth. If defined as the absence of pretense, he muses, then their love is most assuredly true. Truer, in fact, than any bound by the arbitrary constructs of sin and salvation. Call it destiny, if needs be, or call it lust. Both may be true, but neither matters when the silky skin of her thighs rests atop his groin. Their rhythmic union declares itself beyond the reach of definition, of mere words—timeless in its systolic perfection.

Gwen stirs—whimpers as if an unpleasant dream disturbs her sleep—and he kisses her forehead to smooth her brow. The ding of an elevator carries through the heavy door, accompanied by muffled voices from another realm, another reality. The wheels of a pulled suitcase echo as retreating hoof beats against the tiled floor.

He is painfully aware that the universe has but one such night set aside for them, and it is not without risk to their lives, their loves, and their cause. Yet her insistent kisses vanquish all doubt. Her hot tongue upon his cock eclipses even the threat of death, and her touch sears his very soul. There is no price too steep for this moment.

Opening his eyes, Lance drinks the sight of her face. Fair lashes rest against porcelain cheeks still flushed with sex. Her breath teases his mouth, and he moves closer to inhale the air once inside her—as if in so doing, part of her will forever be in his blood. She smiles as his tongue then traces the outline of her lips, and her eyes—bluest fields deep—slowly open.

Their kiss deepens, and their bodies move together—closing the narrow space. He feels the cold steel just as Gwen gasps. Neither recoils. They know—without looking—what lies between them, and their eyes lock in silent understanding. Time’s up. The stiletto’s ornate handle protrudes from the mattress, its blade embedded as they slept.

Together, their fingers grip the shaft to extract the blade, and they read the words engraved upon it. Timeless words for a timeless quest. On one side: Take Me Up. On the other: Cast Me Away.

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A-Musement

This is a fun little piece I wrote a while back as part of a challenge (all dialogue, no tags): Conversation with a Muse^©.

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Ahoy, mate!

"Lemme guess. I'm a pirate today. Writing a new story?"

Aye.

"You sure mix it up, Ms. Brio."

Don't wanna get bored. It's MY imagination, after all. You up for it?

"Always – and all ways. You know that."

That's why I keep you around.

"Gee, and I thought it was my sharp wit and rakish good looks."

That, too. Not to mention your incredible mainmast.

"So, can I play in your poop deck today?"

You know that's not my thing.

"Can't blame a guy for trying. Okay, then how about some reverse cowgirl?"

Possibly, but you know it makes me feel like the busty figurehead on the prow of an old sailing ship – and the last time we broke the rungs on that chair.

"But I love watching your ass slam into me. And it was YOU who cracked those rungs. My feet were firmly planted on the deck."

A technicality, as it was your fault I was bracing myself on them in the first place.

"You were lovin' it. Don't even TRY to pretend otherwise. This 'old sailing
ship' can still give good plank."

Another reason I keep you around. If my ass is what you most want to see, I'd prefer doggie style.

"Works for me – but then your hands aren't free."

Are we gonna debate positions, or are we gonna fuck?

"Your fantasy, dear. You decide."

Of course. However, it'd be much more fun with an enthusiastic partner.

"Like you had yesterday?"

Do I detect a note of jealousy in your voice?

"No! Well, maybe. Okay, yes."

Let go of that right now. I will NOT have my muses competing with one another.

"You looked like you were having such an extraordinarily good time with her."

I was – just as I intend to do with you. Did you enjoy watching?

"Naturally. Did you enjoy being watched?"

I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I like the image of you standing there, cock in hand.

"It was."

Was what?

"In hand."

Show me.

"With pleasure, lass."

Lass? Oh, the pirate thing. I'd shifted gears already.

"Well, you should let a guy know."

Can't you read my mind? You're IN it, after all.

"Takes the fun out of it."

You can't be serious! Most guys would love to know what a woman is really thinking. You can do it and choose not to?

"Feels like cheating."

Ah, a man of principle. But of course, I'd conjure nothing less. Hey! You're left handed.

"No, I'm ambidextrous – or hadn't you noticed?"

Show me.

"Come closer, sugar. My fingers wanna do some walking."

Your mast is looking quite sturdy. Do you always stroke yourself so slowly?

"No. I'll pick up speed in a bit. I'd prefer a bit of something slippery to make it more enjoyable, though."

I think I can accommodate you, but you're gonna have to work for it.

"I'm up for the challenge, so to speak."

I've no doubt you'll succeed admirably. You have incredible hands and very agile fingers. That feels quite....

"Quite? Did you lose your voice, dear?"

Oh! Damn you. That's...

"That's what? Finish your sentences!"

... quite....

"You said that already. Having problems concentrating?"

You know what that does to me – that bowling ball thing.

"Of course. That's why I'm doing it. Switching hands, though."

I see what you mean – about having something slippery.

"And you're about as slippery as they come. No pun intended."

Not coming yet, but I will be if you keep doing... THAT.

"As will I, undoubtedly."

Does your right hand know what your left hand is doing?

"Are you kidding? My right hand is insanely jealous of my left hand – as are my cock and my tongue."

Well, we wouldn't want them to feel left out, now would we?

"I'll take that as in invitation!"

As intended.

"Which first?"

Take me right to the edge with your tongue, and then impale me on your cock as I'm coming.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get right on it."

Spin around this way if you want me to tend your mast.

"Uh uh. Too distracting."

For whom?

"For me. I wanna be focused on your cunt, not on what you're doing to my cock."

Understood and... mmmm... appreciated.

"I love it when you shave here."

Feels nice, huh?

"Sure does. Tastes damned good, too."

I can barely keep from touching myself after a close shave. Damn, I love your tongue.

"And it loves you. How 'bout my lips?"

Ah, yes. Just a little... faster.

"Fingers?"

Rrrrrright... there. Just two. Yes!

"Other hand?"

Ass.

"With pleasure. Now, are your lovely tits feeling neglected?"

(pause)

"Alessia?"

Hmm?

"Your tits? Oh, never mind. I see you're... um... handling that for me."

It won't be long now. Still up for it?

"Just tell me when."

You'll know. Oh, d-damn.

"Wow! When did you get your nipple pierced?"

A couple weeks ago. It feels...

"I love it!"

... absolutely... incredible!

"It's been too long, lover. Your tits should never be away from my mouth for that long."

If you'll recall, we were in too much of a hurry the... Oh! Oh, yes! – last time to even bother getting my shirt off. Suck my clit. Yeah. Just... like... that.

"Your legs are shaking."

Now, lover. Fuck me now!

"Gladly."

*gasp*

"I'm not gonna last long. You're so... hot... inside!"

Thanks to you. Harder, p-please.

"Oh, that's.... Yeah. Oh, yeah."

Come with me, lover.

"Mmmmm. Yes!"

I... agree... completely.

"I love it when you wrap your legs around me like that. I can drive deeper."

Yeah, but I can't push back if I don't have my feet braced against something.

"Well, you can make up for that in round two. I want you on top."

Sounds good to me, but it's gonna have to wait 'til next time. I have to get going. Real life calls.

"Shit! Oh, well. Come back soon, gorgeous."

Count on it.

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Impressive
11/01/04 by mismused
An absolutely Impressive story. Fantastically written, and very different. What a writer! mismused

imp,
11/01/04 by
Quite good. Now, don't be lazy and add the details! Oh, I dug the (pause) thing, btw. :D

I'm chuckling, but
11/01/04 by matriarch
wow, another gem. I don't know where you are finding them Imp, but keep bringing them out. The combination of humour, lightheartedness and blatent sexiness produces a highly acceptable result. Phew. A woman could wish for muses like yours. Great work. Mat xx

*grin*
11/01/04 by Anonymous in USA
Delightful!

You did it again!
11/02/04 by Anonymous in USA
Another IMPressive triumph! I can't wait for your next "conversation."

That's a fun one...
11/08/04 by Belegon in Southern California
...and I like the all dialouge thing.might have to try it myself sometime.

Delightful!
12/12/04 by LadyJeanne
And devilishly clever. And proves the mind is the most erogenous zone of all.

You...
07/12/06 by ABSTRUSE
Never cease to amaze me. Abs. *kiss*

Another interesting approach...
03/09/07 by amicus in Oregon
A curious experiment of creating a muse to talk with and interact with, which of course one does in a way, and then again, sometimes the muse makes an abrupt departure for reasons sometimes not understood. Well done. amicus...

The Seven : Revisited

NOW AVAILABLE AS AN AMAZON SHORT!


Below are the public comments left by readers while the first draft of The Seven: Revisited was posted on Literotica:

good job imp
11/11/05 by dreampilot79
Another stellar job Imp!

as always, carefully prepared and informative...
11/11/05 by sack in USA
Good luck...this deserves to place!

Well whaddya know....
11/11/05 by Extreme Bohunk in usa
In spite of all odds, I learned something new. Thanks.

...
11/11/05 by Elizabetht in SouthWest
As soon as I read the first name I knew where the names were from. As an African American woman the names resonant with me as the time for our celebrating comes close at hand. These are principals that more people should try and emulate. Always E

Good one imp.
11/11/05 by rgraham666 in Canada
Very realistic. Frightening, sad and uplifting by turns. Well done.

Moving
11/11/05 by hugo_sam
A truly moving emotionally wrenching story with a message for us all. wonderful. Thanks

Seven
11/11/05 by My Erotic Tale
Impressive as always Imp, I even got flash backs from last years read, a very indepth and moving tale, and up swing ending after a twist and turn ride on your write, Merry Christmas and Good Luck...Art~ (~_~)

A beautifully
11/11/05 by Daniellekitten in Michigan
written and emotionally overwhelming story. I love the poignant passing and the rebirth of Kuji. You stand by your name Imp..

Impressive
11/11/05 by Black Tulip
story. I especially liked the rebirthing. This kind of symbolism should not be limited to the Holiday Season. Good luck. Black Tulip

Beautiful
11/11/05 by SelenaKittyn
There is a particular tone to this piece that carries a quiet dignity and calm, in spite of the surrounding action. I really enjoyed this, I'm going back to read the first. Good luck!

Well done
11/16/05 by Rumple Foreskin in a state of collapse
agree with Selena about the tone, but I also thought the pacing and rythm of the piece was very effective. Good writing. Rumple

Incredible.
11/19/05 by ABSTRUSE
I'm so happy you continued the Seven. What a moving piece and a delight to read. An early Christmas gift. Abs.

Mistress of her Craft
11/19/05 by Colleen Thomas in USA
Everything you write is good, but these stories have a particular resonance and power. In them you display the kind of storytelling skill we all aspire too. -Colly

thank you
11/20/05 by Honey123
for continuing to write these stories the way only you can! ~Honey

No words...
11/20/05 by cookiejar in USA
Can even begin to tell you how your story affected me. What a truly beautiful piece of work. Good luck! Cookie :)

Powerful!
11/20/05 by Unsung Muse
I can't wait to go back and read the first piece. Best of luck to you in the contest!

It's lovely...
11/21/05 by Belegon in SoCal
...both the story and to see you branching out. You're a wonderful writer Imp. (sorry it took me a while to get here...been nano'ing ya know *wink*)

Imp...
11/21/05 by MistressJett
A well-written, bittersweet tale. Like some of the others, I need to go back and read the first now. Best of luck in the contest!

Excellent.
11/23/05 by vella_ms
but then i expect nothing more than excellence from you. my hope is that you continue with this saga. v~

Heartbreaking
11/23/05 by Aurora Black in Greece
I was moved to tears, Imp. You did great.

Well done
11/28/05 by Anonymous in USA
Tear jerking and bittersweet, worthy of an award!

Unexpected
12/04/05 by lil_elvis in USA
Not what I expected, but very glad that I read it.

Powerful, and moving
12/04/05 by Alex De Kok in UK
Not sure if I actually 'enjoyed' it, as enjoyment is a term I reserve for lighter things, but it certainly stirred me. Compulsive reading, a story beautifully told. Well done. Alex

Powerful and moving
12/05/05 by cloudy
Please continue with the story of these people, and their triumphs....I want more! Well done.

Good story...
12/05/05 by Anonymous in USA
I like it...it was educational and hot.

Great story
12/05/05 by Anonymous
Good luck in the contest ~rum

wow...
12/06/05 by gotwood49 in Florida
This was totally unlike anything I've read on Lit before. I didn't know what to expect, but you've certainly spurred my mind to thought, imp. An excellent effort. Thank you for the chance to experience this!

I have to agree...
12/07/05 by Louise Brown
...with many of the other comments here, Imp. I was drawn in and would've loved the story to have been longer. Nice to end it in the hope of the season though. Best of luck!

good showing
12/07/05 by CrimsonMaiden
of the spirit we are supposed to have during the holiday season and hopefully throughout the entire year. Well done.

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