It's all over. We give you the last story standing:
Amsterdam at Midnight by Graham Parke.
Broken Pencil salutes you. Thanks to all who voted and commented.
The deathmatch will return.
Round One:
Last Winter Here by Emma Healey (72%)
defeats Mustache Story by Michael Sasi (28%).
Round Two:
Panties by Greg Kearney (66%)
defeats Gynecomastia by Janine Fleri (34%).
Round Three:
Amsterdam at Midnight by Graham Parke (57%)
defeats The Worst of Us by Sarah Gordon (43%).
Round Four:
Sickness by Jessica Faulds (53%)
defeats Spawning by Kimberley Idol (47%).
Round Five:
Amsterdam at Midnight by Graham Parke (56%)
defeats Last Winter Here by Emma Healey (44%)
Round Six:
Panties by Greg Kearney (66%)
defeats Sickness by Jessica Faulds (34%)
Amsterdam at Midnight |
Panties |
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I can't sleep and head out, wondering how long this can go on, wondering if not sleeping night after night after night can cause brain damage, irreversible health effects. Wondering what it's doing to my hair and my eyes and my skin, which is beginning to look old. The night's wet and cold and I'm not wearing enough clothing. I don't want to go back so I walk on, along the canal, to the center of Amsterdam, where there'll still be some life, some pale reflection of society, be it distilled and raw and craving things mostly illegal. I pass a group of teenagers trying to get high on their last crumbs of weed and a suit about to reverse his oversized SUV into one of the tiny spots along the canal. It's starting to come down hard and I hear little over the hiss of the rain on the water. There are thoughts churning away at the back of my mind but they're dull and slow and I can't really make them out. I know I must be the one thinking them but, right now, it doesn't really feel that way. I pull up my collar, keep my eyes on the ground, walk on. When I reach Rembrandt's Square the downpour seems suddenly ineffectual; the rain's no match for the colored light streaming from the pubs and the arcade, the drum-n-bass emanating from all around cancels out the discomfort. I'm still getting wet, still freezing, but somehow I don't feel it. Sensory overload superimposed on thought deprivation. I keep walking. **** A homeless guy pulls on my jacket and asks me for a cigarette. I don't have one, don't smoke, and I tell him so. He doesn't let go, wants to know about my cash situation, specifically, if I have any change to spare. I tell him I can give him a few euros if he lets go. He says it's a deal. It's a deal if I take my euros and get him some smokes from the machine in the arcade. I give him a look. He asks if I think it's easy getting this spot right in front of the club, right where the wallets are pulled out to spill the big bucks, the paper cash. He glan... |
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All my favourite panties, ruined. I pull one pair after another out of the washing machine. They're streaked and spattered with blue dye. They're rags now. Silk uselessness. It must have been Karl. He's hated me from day one. He knows he can really get to me via my panties. If we didn't need the rental income I'd throw all his shit onto the sidewalk. You can wear mine, Mama says when I bring my ratty panties upstairs. I'm 240lbs, 41" waist. Mama means well but she doesn't really understand. I can't just snake my way into any old pair of panties. I'm meticulous when I cross dress. I have very high panty standards. Karl will get his. When I'm feeling vengeful there is really nothing I won't do to undo my foe. I need to call Louise. But Mama is on the phone. Mama has a new beau. A younger man. He's 66, she's 68. She met him at her till at Walmart. He's ex-military. He was over for lunch on Sunday. He asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a bacteriologist. He asked me if that involved inspecting dirt. I said yes, sort of. He seemed impressed. He has a glass eye. Mama really likes him. She likes commanding, haunted men. Karl's rusty Fifth Avenue pulls into the driveway. I watch him through the kitchen window. He gets out with groceries. Soon he'll be frying up some pungent, unlikely pig part for supper. The stench will drift and settle in our living room. But that's okay. That's fine. Pig tongue stench is incidental, at this point. **** Louise is outraged to hear about my panty tragedy. She says it's a hate crime. She gives me five new pairs of panties and throws in a gorgeous Cleopatra wig, on the house. Louise is my girlfriend of six years. She owns and runs The Closet, a clothing store that serves the transvestite and cross-dressing communities. She, herself, is a big woman - 6'1, 180lbs - so most of her own clothing comes from The Closet. I love Louise very much. Her long arms, huge han... |
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