DARKLANDS

A Story by MazzyStar

An opening page to a short story (a fantasy-thriller about what might happen if you dabble with sex dating sites on the internet....).

I never really thought it would go this far. The feeling of those first minutes were like a rush of caffeine swirling thru my head. Keeping me warm and wanting more. I was Gwen6 today, just in the morning when my mind starts to wander off and travels to nowhere. You know, when it floats off to thoses places inside your head that shouldn't be there? I rifle thru my list of friends untl I find the one who suits my mood. I type in his alias. But first, I must close my eyes and let myself float off, to access that part of myself who moderates all this dissent. Deep in the damp, dark corners is where I store the plots. Just for me to see. A self-made library of storylines to keep me entertained in the midst of this self-imposed grey boredom. How did I imagine these scenarios anyway? The elevator. The car. The black ski mask. The smells... all embedded in my "memory", waiting to be retreived by yours truly whenever the urge arises. Some are so old and familiar and I can no longer discern between fact & fiction, so they resemble visions of half-truths and fantasy. I choose my story and file the rest away. I let the beguiling tale of what might happen with him take hold of me, as I open my eyes and let my fingers tap out words tinged with silly innuendo and mindless dribble. Yes, welcome to the world of the internet, where you can shop for sex like your on ebay. Comments and all. Except, when you decide to meet, then, well, crazy things can happen and life really does imitate art.

For two years, I was screaming for attention but avoiding it all at the same time, an easy task for someone like me. With that said, I must tell my story before its too late....before he downloads the next batch of scripts. Gwen6 will dissappear for a while... until noticed again under a different alias. Curse my long legs! Let me start where i remember it starting... things have all blurred together like water sheeting down a window, where did it all begin? And THAT is not a good thing when you need to tell your story. And, yes, heed that as a warning...