Thursday, September 27, 2007
Update on the project
We are happy to announce that we have a publisher for the book, so what we really need now is more stories. Please tell everyone you know about this site so that we can fill the pages with new interesting stories. We will still publish some of those that have been on the site, but we also want to include different stories that have not been posted online. Share the link to the site (http://dsoal.blogspot.com) and we'll get it published as soon as we compile the best stories.
Another Story
I live in a very typical small town - the kind of town where everyone knows you and your business. I have a 12-year-old son and a husband. I am involved in the PTA and volunteer at the local Head Start.
If you were to ask anyone in this town where I work, they would be able to tell you. I work part time in the local dry cleaners. But, only a handful of people know what I actually do for a living.
I work as a phone sex operator and I really enjoy it! My husband is very supportive, and of course my son doesn't know. We have a home office, and this is where I take calls on the days that I do not work my "vanilla job". I also take calls in the evening once my son is in bed for the night.
I am not sure what would happen if my secret were to get out. But I am pretty sure I would go from "upstanding community helper" to "deviant". So, it stays a secret. Even my boss at the dry cleaners has no idea.
My phone sex job is profitable and fun. I can work in the privacy of my home, instead of commuting an hour each way to the "City". I can set my own schedule. And, since I work for a European company, I get to talk to lots of interesting people.
My only regret is that I did not discover this business sooner. I have only been a phone sex operator for a year. I can see myself continuing to do this until retirement age.
If you were to ask anyone in this town where I work, they would be able to tell you. I work part time in the local dry cleaners. But, only a handful of people know what I actually do for a living.
I work as a phone sex operator and I really enjoy it! My husband is very supportive, and of course my son doesn't know. We have a home office, and this is where I take calls on the days that I do not work my "vanilla job". I also take calls in the evening once my son is in bed for the night.
I am not sure what would happen if my secret were to get out. But I am pretty sure I would go from "upstanding community helper" to "deviant". So, it stays a secret. Even my boss at the dry cleaners has no idea.
My phone sex job is profitable and fun. I can work in the privacy of my home, instead of commuting an hour each way to the "City". I can set my own schedule. And, since I work for a European company, I get to talk to lots of interesting people.
My only regret is that I did not discover this business sooner. I have only been a phone sex operator for a year. I can see myself continuing to do this until retirement age.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
story 12
I sometimes feel there is more than one of me, either that or I don't know who I am. I have several characters, and I become each of them for extended periods of time. It sounds strange, but it’s been a way of life for me since I can remember. I've been diagnosed with a condition, which explains it, though my parents have no idea to what extent I do this.
My main characters at the moment are a kid growing up in a squat in a community centered on an underground music club. Odd as it is, something about that kind of life is fascinating for me. The other is based on the son of a man I admire endlessly, and I can't thank my friend enough for introducing me to him and his music.
I've found the only way to concentrate in school is to become one of these characters, and to invent a scenario where it is important that they focus. It seems to work, since I've recently passed my exams! I realize my behavior isn't normal, and I really hope I grow out of it. But for the moment, thank you to my characters for helping me with every aspect of my life.
My main characters at the moment are a kid growing up in a squat in a community centered on an underground music club. Odd as it is, something about that kind of life is fascinating for me. The other is based on the son of a man I admire endlessly, and I can't thank my friend enough for introducing me to him and his music.
I've found the only way to concentrate in school is to become one of these characters, and to invent a scenario where it is important that they focus. It seems to work, since I've recently passed my exams! I realize my behavior isn't normal, and I really hope I grow out of it. But for the moment, thank you to my characters for helping me with every aspect of my life.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
story 11
At the age of fourteen, I met a guy. I didn't think the friendship would turn into anything more than what it was. But, only two weeks into knowing him, I found myself obsessing. He was perfect. He was so good looking, just my type, and incredibly funny. He always made me laugh, and one day when I was having a panic attack, he sat with me and made me feel better.
He soon became my boyfriend and for a week, he was the nicest person in the world. He even bragged about me to his friends. But, then his true colors began to show. He would tease me constantly. I knew he was joking, but deep down it actually hurt me. If I got mad at him for something, somehow he would make me feel guilty. Yet, I found myself completely in love with him.
This wasn't puppy love; it was full blown love. He said he felt the same way. He told me before I told him, but deep down I think I didn't believe him.
He continued being mean to me, but I could never be mad. I gave him my virginity and one month later we broke up. I felt as if maybe he had been lying to me the whole time. He never loved me. He liked toying with me. He just wanted to get in my pants. I was so angry. Yet, I couldn't stop loving him. For months, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was having panic attacks when I saw him and having to leave school early.
By the end of the year, we were friends again. This summer he seems as if he's changed. He seems mature. He says he still loves me. But, then he stops calling.
I hate that I love him. All I want is to find someone else, but I find myself only wanting him.
And I hate it.
He soon became my boyfriend and for a week, he was the nicest person in the world. He even bragged about me to his friends. But, then his true colors began to show. He would tease me constantly. I knew he was joking, but deep down it actually hurt me. If I got mad at him for something, somehow he would make me feel guilty. Yet, I found myself completely in love with him.
This wasn't puppy love; it was full blown love. He said he felt the same way. He told me before I told him, but deep down I think I didn't believe him.
He continued being mean to me, but I could never be mad. I gave him my virginity and one month later we broke up. I felt as if maybe he had been lying to me the whole time. He never loved me. He liked toying with me. He just wanted to get in my pants. I was so angry. Yet, I couldn't stop loving him. For months, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was having panic attacks when I saw him and having to leave school early.
By the end of the year, we were friends again. This summer he seems as if he's changed. He seems mature. He says he still loves me. But, then he stops calling.
I hate that I love him. All I want is to find someone else, but I find myself only wanting him.
And I hate it.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Story 10!
The word 'Fangirl' can have many different meanings. You can simply say it means 'a fan who just happens to be a girl', or 'a completely obsessed girl/woman'. The latter is generally due to hormones or large doses of caffeine. I am a Fangirl.
See, when the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl came out, I wasn't interested. “It's a boy movie.” I had said, with a wave of my hand. Several months after it's release on DVD, my friend insisted that I watch it with her. About halfway through, I insisted we turn it off. I just couldn't take it.
About two months later, I watched it again with the same friend, and I kept up a running commentary (“That was stupid.” etc.). While I thought it was a fine movie, I still wasn't really interested.
So, January of 2006 rolled around, and under strong protest, I was going to see Narnia with my Grandparents. So, there I was in the movie theater, munching popcorn and watching previews. I guess you can guess which preview came on. Yup, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. And I was captivated. Amazed. Wowed. Suddenly, a desire to watch the first movie came very strongly, and the minute I got home, I insisted on buying the DVD with one click on Amazon.
So it began, this hunger that I could never seem to satisfy, for Pirates of the Caribbean. Everybody at my church knew I was obsessed, and to this day, people still ask me: “How many times have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean, now?”
I downloaded every picture I could find. I Googled, and Googled, and Googled almost every hour. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that before Pirates of the Caribbean, I was cradling a three-year obsession with Harry Potter. But, that all went down the toilet, and I've never looked back.
I bought a towel, two plastic wristbands, a puzzle of Jack, a blanket (more Jack), a T-shirt, a very embarrassing wallet that said 'I Love Jack', a pillowcase, and books. I printed out pictures and stuck them on my wall. I even got two very large posters, which I actually kissed once.
So, with the theatrical trailer of Dead Man's Chest released, that's just about all I did all day until July of '06. Everyday, I'd turn on the computer, and watch, and watch, and watch. I could recite the entire trailer. Actually, I hurt myself acting out the scenes along with the DVD (I fell off the couch on purpose). I could name every scene, and if somebody asked me about a certain part, I could tell him or her which scene name and number exactly.
I went to see Dead Man's Chest the day after it was released. Since I didn't want to look too obsessed, I wore my Matrix t-shirt. As for the movie, I was not disappointed. When my friends brought up the critics' reaction, I said, “Screw the critics!!!!” I know, very mature.
It was released on DVD December 5th. I went to Blockbuster and bought it and watched it every morning, sometimes more than once. My mother threatened to take away my laptop if I didn't stop watching. Then I started writing FanFiction. It was kind of short-lived, because at the time I was involved in a writing group with girls several years younger than myself. They hounded me the one time I wore my Pirates of the Caribbean shirt.
They had trivia questions for me, and they insisted that I name my favorite scenes. Finally, I told them Pirates of the Caribbean wasn't my favorite movie (what a hunk of a lie).
But, I really was loosing interest in Pirates of the Caribbean. Not the movies themselves, exactly, but the whole franchise.
In February of 2007, a year after I had officially announced my obsession, I just threw in the towel naturally. I still like watching the movies when I'm sad, because they're like comfort food, but I manage to stay detached.
Incidentally, I did see At World's End the day after it was released. I did enjoy it, and I do plan on buying the DVD the day it's released. Because, despite saying that I don't like him just because he's cute, Johnny Depp really is hot, and he is so worth the twenty bucks.
See, when the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl came out, I wasn't interested. “It's a boy movie.” I had said, with a wave of my hand. Several months after it's release on DVD, my friend insisted that I watch it with her. About halfway through, I insisted we turn it off. I just couldn't take it.
About two months later, I watched it again with the same friend, and I kept up a running commentary (“That was stupid.” etc.). While I thought it was a fine movie, I still wasn't really interested.
So, January of 2006 rolled around, and under strong protest, I was going to see Narnia with my Grandparents. So, there I was in the movie theater, munching popcorn and watching previews. I guess you can guess which preview came on. Yup, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. And I was captivated. Amazed. Wowed. Suddenly, a desire to watch the first movie came very strongly, and the minute I got home, I insisted on buying the DVD with one click on Amazon.
So it began, this hunger that I could never seem to satisfy, for Pirates of the Caribbean. Everybody at my church knew I was obsessed, and to this day, people still ask me: “How many times have you seen Pirates of the Caribbean, now?”
I downloaded every picture I could find. I Googled, and Googled, and Googled almost every hour. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that before Pirates of the Caribbean, I was cradling a three-year obsession with Harry Potter. But, that all went down the toilet, and I've never looked back.
I bought a towel, two plastic wristbands, a puzzle of Jack, a blanket (more Jack), a T-shirt, a very embarrassing wallet that said 'I Love Jack', a pillowcase, and books. I printed out pictures and stuck them on my wall. I even got two very large posters, which I actually kissed once.
So, with the theatrical trailer of Dead Man's Chest released, that's just about all I did all day until July of '06. Everyday, I'd turn on the computer, and watch, and watch, and watch. I could recite the entire trailer. Actually, I hurt myself acting out the scenes along with the DVD (I fell off the couch on purpose). I could name every scene, and if somebody asked me about a certain part, I could tell him or her which scene name and number exactly.
I went to see Dead Man's Chest the day after it was released. Since I didn't want to look too obsessed, I wore my Matrix t-shirt. As for the movie, I was not disappointed. When my friends brought up the critics' reaction, I said, “Screw the critics!!!!” I know, very mature.
It was released on DVD December 5th. I went to Blockbuster and bought it and watched it every morning, sometimes more than once. My mother threatened to take away my laptop if I didn't stop watching. Then I started writing FanFiction. It was kind of short-lived, because at the time I was involved in a writing group with girls several years younger than myself. They hounded me the one time I wore my Pirates of the Caribbean shirt.
They had trivia questions for me, and they insisted that I name my favorite scenes. Finally, I told them Pirates of the Caribbean wasn't my favorite movie (what a hunk of a lie).
But, I really was loosing interest in Pirates of the Caribbean. Not the movies themselves, exactly, but the whole franchise.
In February of 2007, a year after I had officially announced my obsession, I just threw in the towel naturally. I still like watching the movies when I'm sad, because they're like comfort food, but I manage to stay detached.
Incidentally, I did see At World's End the day after it was released. I did enjoy it, and I do plan on buying the DVD the day it's released. Because, despite saying that I don't like him just because he's cute, Johnny Depp really is hot, and he is so worth the twenty bucks.
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