[Contest Entry 2011] A love Carol
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He was lucky he never read the book, otherwise he would have immediately realized he was in some sort of parody of that familiar Christmas story.
All he wanted was to have a girl (fine… a woman) during the holidays to keep him warm. Everything was better when he was inside a female, after all. The problem this year was simply him being a bit too busy to find someone new; so he tried the dishonorable thing: getting back with an Ex…
It was quite unnerving when they all refused with the same argument: “do you *really* want to get together or is this just the holiday blues?” He couldn’t answer quickly enough once so he failed. Well, *something* below the belt was going to go blue.
He sat in front of his desktop PC and tried to have some nerdy fun.
Fappy new year even though it was only the start of December.
That dirty manga page, Fakku, would have been good if only he hadn’t been overwhelmed at the absurd amount of new uploads the members had entered. Unable to decide where to start, he decided to take the adult decision that he was far above a handsome (it’s what you get when you don’t have another partner. See Foursome, Threesome, “twosome”… you get the idea), so he’d take the adult path and get himself drunk as hell for a week, get a week’s worth of hangover and nurse himself back in one piece right before repeating the cycle during New Year’s eve.
He ran into Ex number 12 who knew him enough to scold: “you’re going to get drunk, aren’t you? God… if this is just because you can’t get laid, save yourself the risk of crashing that lovely sports car of yours and- ” “Hey… put a sock in it, would you?!”, he defiantly thought as he sheepishly avoided her face…
Ignoring her with all the bravado he could muster, he walked away, bought an unsightly amount of liquors of varied nature and didn’t wait to reach his apartment to start emptying the bottles…
***
It was probably midnight when he opened his eyes and remembered…
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”, the girl whose hand was being pulled asked.
He positioned her under the plastic mistletoe overhang and pointed up. They both blushed… further
It was their first kiss.
He blinked. His eyes had watered.
Then he tortured himself further by remembering a different year…
“I love you…”, she whispered and hugged him harder.
He managed to put the bottle in his mouth and drink himself out before the tear managed to spill out.
He shifted uneasily at about 1am and he very accurately inferred…
Ex # 3 is with her family, like every year, with or without boyfriend, helping decorate the house she grew up in. talking seriously with her father about the current politics.
Ex # 6 is high on love with someone and that someone is having more kinky sex than any given character on Hentai manga. She’s saying she’s in love and that it’s eternal and blah blah
Ex # 8 is in maximum office bitch slave driver mode and thinking she’s motivating her team to give their best for the sake of spending the holidays off with their families and loved ones.
Ex # 11 is in dire need of a massage after grading her students’ tests. She will use her electric massager then masturbate fiercely until she’s too tired and fall asleep.
Ex# 12 is going to spend the holidays on her desk at the police station and have a couple of beers after and then go home to sleep
He jerked into complete wakefulness in the snow and saw his breath hung in the air. He didn’t move a muscle until he passed out again.
He dreamed of the future at around 2 am
So busy… so busy… work work work work …
Holidays? That’s for losers.
Alright, done for the day. Oh wait. It’s night.
Go home. Damn it’s empty. Ah what the heck I should go get a hooker or something.
Whew…
Alright, how mu-ARRGH!!!
Y-you…Bitch…. Stabbed me…. You fuc-aargh!!!
NEWSPAPER: man found stabbed twice in his lonely and barred apartment.
The 60 year old salary man was found 3 months after the crime since no one cared
He woke with a start. No snow around.
The very blurry paramedic opened the nearly frozen man’s eye and blinded it with a potent slit light.
“Looks okay”
“whazzat?”
“Can you stand sir?”
He blinked and sat up. Little by little, facts began to register: on a stretcher, a thick, warm quilt over his back and shoulders, an ambulance nearby, a paramedic, hold on, a female paramedic, blink, a female paramedic with, well being truthful, a rather tiny chest and childish face.
Maybe it was only some kind of weird variance of the Florence Nightingale syndrome but what began as a rescue from hypothermia turned up with her asking him out for coffee and him saying yes. Don’t ask how coffee became a date. And please don’t ponder how they went from a date to confiding they both knew about Fakku…
The whole “thing” became something that eventually led to him seriously considering taking her to his apartment. He sighed. He would but not before getting some karma off his back.
He went and apologized to his previous girlfriends for having been a total fu*king jerk ass and dumping them after new year’s eve. Also, he gifted each of them with some fine wine and some cute trifle he *knew* they’d love (he was a horn dog but he was keen on paying attention). Some of the girls (fine, women) were skeptical but he made it clear it was something he felt he owed them.
It was Christmas Eve and he had a girlfriend. They spent it rather soberly having dinner at his place and walking through the city until they reached her place, where he gave her a peck on the forehead and went home.
He told no one that she was Santa’s gift for him. Which was good, because, as an adult, he had to stop treating girls as toys.
The next holiday, and the rest afterward, he would remember that the holidays, even if only in a very twisted way, are about love.
All he wanted was to have a girl (fine… a woman) during the holidays to keep him warm. Everything was better when he was inside a female, after all. The problem this year was simply him being a bit too busy to find someone new; so he tried the dishonorable thing: getting back with an Ex…
It was quite unnerving when they all refused with the same argument: “do you *really* want to get together or is this just the holiday blues?” He couldn’t answer quickly enough once so he failed. Well, *something* below the belt was going to go blue.
He sat in front of his desktop PC and tried to have some nerdy fun.
Fappy new year even though it was only the start of December.
That dirty manga page, Fakku, would have been good if only he hadn’t been overwhelmed at the absurd amount of new uploads the members had entered. Unable to decide where to start, he decided to take the adult decision that he was far above a handsome (it’s what you get when you don’t have another partner. See Foursome, Threesome, “twosome”… you get the idea), so he’d take the adult path and get himself drunk as hell for a week, get a week’s worth of hangover and nurse himself back in one piece right before repeating the cycle during New Year’s eve.
He ran into Ex number 12 who knew him enough to scold: “you’re going to get drunk, aren’t you? God… if this is just because you can’t get laid, save yourself the risk of crashing that lovely sports car of yours and- ” “Hey… put a sock in it, would you?!”, he defiantly thought as he sheepishly avoided her face…
Ignoring her with all the bravado he could muster, he walked away, bought an unsightly amount of liquors of varied nature and didn’t wait to reach his apartment to start emptying the bottles…
***
It was probably midnight when he opened his eyes and remembered…
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”, the girl whose hand was being pulled asked.
He positioned her under the plastic mistletoe overhang and pointed up. They both blushed… further
It was their first kiss.
He blinked. His eyes had watered.
Then he tortured himself further by remembering a different year…
“I love you…”, she whispered and hugged him harder.
He managed to put the bottle in his mouth and drink himself out before the tear managed to spill out.
He shifted uneasily at about 1am and he very accurately inferred…
Ex # 3 is with her family, like every year, with or without boyfriend, helping decorate the house she grew up in. talking seriously with her father about the current politics.
Ex # 6 is high on love with someone and that someone is having more kinky sex than any given character on Hentai manga. She’s saying she’s in love and that it’s eternal and blah blah
Ex # 8 is in maximum office bitch slave driver mode and thinking she’s motivating her team to give their best for the sake of spending the holidays off with their families and loved ones.
Ex # 11 is in dire need of a massage after grading her students’ tests. She will use her electric massager then masturbate fiercely until she’s too tired and fall asleep.
Ex# 12 is going to spend the holidays on her desk at the police station and have a couple of beers after and then go home to sleep
He jerked into complete wakefulness in the snow and saw his breath hung in the air. He didn’t move a muscle until he passed out again.
He dreamed of the future at around 2 am
So busy… so busy… work work work work …
Holidays? That’s for losers.
Alright, done for the day. Oh wait. It’s night.
Go home. Damn it’s empty. Ah what the heck I should go get a hooker or something.
Whew…
Alright, how mu-ARRGH!!!
Y-you…Bitch…. Stabbed me…. You fuc-aargh!!!
NEWSPAPER: man found stabbed twice in his lonely and barred apartment.
The 60 year old salary man was found 3 months after the crime since no one cared
He woke with a start. No snow around.
The very blurry paramedic opened the nearly frozen man’s eye and blinded it with a potent slit light.
“Looks okay”
“whazzat?”
“Can you stand sir?”
He blinked and sat up. Little by little, facts began to register: on a stretcher, a thick, warm quilt over his back and shoulders, an ambulance nearby, a paramedic, hold on, a female paramedic, blink, a female paramedic with, well being truthful, a rather tiny chest and childish face.
Maybe it was only some kind of weird variance of the Florence Nightingale syndrome but what began as a rescue from hypothermia turned up with her asking him out for coffee and him saying yes. Don’t ask how coffee became a date. And please don’t ponder how they went from a date to confiding they both knew about Fakku…
The whole “thing” became something that eventually led to him seriously considering taking her to his apartment. He sighed. He would but not before getting some karma off his back.
He went and apologized to his previous girlfriends for having been a total fu*king jerk ass and dumping them after new year’s eve. Also, he gifted each of them with some fine wine and some cute trifle he *knew* they’d love (he was a horn dog but he was keen on paying attention). Some of the girls (fine, women) were skeptical but he made it clear it was something he felt he owed them.
It was Christmas Eve and he had a girlfriend. They spent it rather soberly having dinner at his place and walking through the city until they reached her place, where he gave her a peck on the forehead and went home.
He told no one that she was Santa’s gift for him. Which was good, because, as an adult, he had to stop treating girls as toys.
The next holiday, and the rest afterward, he would remember that the holidays, even if only in a very twisted way, are about love.
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This was an interesting read. The story builds up this drunken roller coaster momentum but then stops suddenly. The ending is a bit ham fisted. The protagonist seems real and flawed, yet I think he redeems himself far too quickly. I get the feeling that he wouldn't have given his exs peace offerings if he didn't end up with another girl at the end of it.
At the end of the day I think the story resolves itself far too fast and neatly.
At the end of the day I think the story resolves itself far too fast and neatly.
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
I agree that your story seems to resolve itself a bit too fast. The plot is very good though. You almost made me hate the main character's guts and then suddenly, I began to feel sorry and symphatize with him. Whether or not you intended this, I feel like your story has a very good control on how the reader is supposed to react to your story, which can work in your favor easily. A good read! And I always enjoy a good reads!