March 2005
Strangers on a Train - Part 4
Strangers on a Train - Part 4
Part 4 - Guy & Niel
"Taylor...you in there?" came a soft, concerned voice from outside the bathroom door.
I looked up from where I sat in an emotionally-wrecked heap on the floor. I don't know how long I'd been in the bathroom; or how long ago I had even stopped crying. I recognized the voice instantly though as the young porter boy named Jake. He knocked lightly on the door again. "Dude, I saw you go in there like two hours ago. I'll open the door myself if you don't open it."
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Strangers on a Train - Part 3
Darren
So there he was. All the six feet; jaw dropping; drool inducing; perfectly toned; icy blue-eyed; adonis looking essence of him. I watched him grab a bag of Skittles from somewhere above the door-his luggage most likely-and stare at me. His eyes were the most amazing color of blue I had ever seen. From somewhere in the vacuum that suddenly existed between my ears and my brain, I heard the sound waves of a voice. Echoed words telling or asking me something. My name. He was asking for my name and telling me his. I had to focus. He waved his hand and my brain regained consciousness.
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Strangers on a Train - Part 2
The Porter Boy
Chaos. Pure, utter chaos. Apparently it's a universal constant. A force that drives the stars, planets; the very matter of existence. Well, one thing is certain. It was the force driving my positive and peaceful mood right out the metaphorical window. I clenched my teeth and kept my fist balled so tightly as I squeezed and pushed and stumbled through the enclave of talking, screaming, laughing, crying, brainless, senseless hordes of mingling people crowding the platform and the train!
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Strangers On a Train - Part 1
Leaving Home
It was happening again. A night repeating itself over again. A night that was so real yet still beyond reality. A warm, tepid night in some late summer. I wake up from the uneasy sleep I had fallen into in my own bed and find myself tangled in bleached white sheets. The humid darkness engulfing my surroundings is broken for a few brief and heart stopping seconds by a buzzing red light. It appears again and again every few moments. I'm in a hotel room, I realize... And I'm not alone.