Lesbian Writings
My writing. It's not you, it's not me, so calm down.
Thursday, April 03, 2003 ::: New story idea
John was ecstatic, from the early "morning", watching the earth drift away, to the "evening" of almost mind shattering beauty and silence. Millions of twinkle-less stars stared down and up and all around him. He felt like he was floating in a motion-less sea, swallowed up, perfectly still. Nobody could tell him whether he moved at all, or if it was earth that ran away and Mars that now pursued him. So maybe he sat, or maybe he flew, but he was in space, where he’d always wanted to be.
This is another character description in my story of the woman-free monastery
It was time to get out, he could take no more. Live was now stagnant, so empty of meaning it seemed hardly to be life at all. Tick was married, but felt single. His friends were all clients, co-workers, and contacts, their connection was business yet to be done. He was homeless with a two bedroom flat and he was lonely, though he shared Angie’s bed.
He had developed a good routine, living comfortably and clean. During the week he worked late. He had started out an engineer, full of excitement and new ideas. His enthusiasm and ambition led early to “success” and promotion. He now had control over several teams of young enthusiastic engineers, and spent long hours reviewing reports and scheduling projects. He now had an office, a secretary, and a business card. At five they all went home, and it was this life that he wanted most, but couldn’t have. It was a comfortable prison with unlocked doors, what else was he to do?
The weekends were for household chores. Saturdays he helped clean and repair that flat, she did the bills and shopped for food. Sundays they made their appearance in church in the morning, and their love in bed in the evening. Church got out at noon, and they got off at ten. After this, the week began again.
