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Extreme Bean Living – good read, short story by me.

How it is for a common bean to live.

Past the wrapper, through the metal, under the first deceptive layer, lives a colony of beans.

We can’t be 100% sure what goes on in these tin cans when humans aren’t around, but after speaking with executive chief Beanyun, I’ve got a pretty insight.

The story:

Living on the bottom layer in Beantinsville000543 can be tough, it’s quite crowded and there’s no jobs available. I have my family still ofcourse, Mean, Dean, and my little sister Sean. But I’ve always wondered since I was a young Bean, isn’t there anything else? Anything better?

In the middle layer, there is a more civilised group of people. It’s a great place to be and a lot of people aspire to get there. Little do. I’ve seen what it does to people down here, drives them crazy.

If you’re lucky to live up top, that’s a whole different story, you get to dine alongside King Bean000543 and Queen Bean000543 themselves. It’s a small population and it mainly rains. From what I’ve heard the people up top are not so happy. They seem happy, but they can’t possibly be. They are all out for themselves.

I haven’t heard too much about what it’s like to be let out, to fulfil the reason we were put here. But I can only imagine how amazing it must be.

It’s said, that as soon as ‘Daylight’ hits us, everyone is pushed together. We become one, everyone gets on and it’s like a big party. Oh my, I’ve heard about the heat too. We’ll be out of this freezing community. We meet new things, mushrooms, I think an old bean mentioned sausages! He tells a good story, he was around the factory for a long while and heard some ‘humans’ talking.

Every bean is sorta friendly here, but you get the odd bad bean. Spoiling pre-life for every other bean.

One thing that terrifies me, that once we’re out are lives can be very short.

But I think, To be at one, to come together with every bean, Wow that would be the best day.

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SHORT story! The feeling of Freedom

Free

Cold, Stuffy, Crowded, Loud.

Staring out the window waiting to move.

Sucking a boiled sweet. Chewing some gum, or the confectionery of your choice.

While your ears pop, you continuously swallow or yawn.

Ignore the safety demonstration you’ve experienced 100 times. But, you’d still never have any idea what to do in an Emergency.

Wait a minute..

PING!!!

“The seat belt sign is now off, you are free to roam about the cabin area.”

 

Other point of views – For the Dailypost

“HELLO MUM.” My daughter says loudly over Skype. I’ve finally managed to get the internet working. Useless thing.

“Hello pet! You alright? How’s Charlie? How’s Owen? What’s the weather like?” I reply too my daughter Sheryl.

“I’m alright mum, can you hear me? The kids are fine, enjoying school. It been snowing actually!” She says again even louder.

“Yes I can hear you love, you don’t need to shout.” I laugh at my daughter who’s enunciating all her words. “Snow you say? I thought I read that on the internet. Make sure you keep warm.”

“I know mum, What’s it like in Spain? Still windy?” She asks.

“Actually its been lovely today. Nice and hot. No wind.” I tell her.

“Lucky for some! Wish I wasn’t stuck here sometimes!”

“Oh love. You wouldn’t change it for a thing i’m sure.” I smile.

“Oh Charlie no!” I hear my daughter shouting at her son in the background. “Oh sorry mum I’ve got too go, Charlie’s just got paint all over the carpet!”

“Oo no okay pet, Skype me when you can.” I say, “Ta da love.”

“Bye mum.”

 

I switch off the laptop and run over to Charlie. “You’re so naughty!” I say too my 2 year old, who is sat in his nappy smiling. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose. I wish Abe would help out a bit more. Or maybe if mum lived closer, I could have some time too myself for once. I sigh. Mum lives in Spain, she retired there. We live in Scotland, where mum is originally from. I met Abe through college and we’ve been together for 16 years.. Feels longer. He works and I stay at home with the kids. He finishes work then goes to the pub with his friends most nights. He never asks me too go. Sometimes I feel a bit depressed. Like my kids are all I have in life. Speaking of Abe, he should be back now. I wonder where he’s got too. Perhaps I’ll send him a text.

 

You on your way home? Charlie’s spilt paint everywhere and Owen is poorly. Need your help!

I put my mobile down and put my face into my hands. Does she have too go on all the time?

“Am I keeping you?” Sophia smiles at me.

I switch back too reality and my secretary is sat in the passenger seat of our people carrier.

“No! Sorry, just my mate Tom asking about tonight.! I say, grinning at her big, bulging chest.

She giggles a cute little girly laugh, “Thank you for the ride home.” She smiles.

“Its fine, you’re such a fantastic secretary. And I cant let a young girl like you walk home alone this late.” I explain.

She giggles again, “Oh I’m sure i’m older than you think”

Old enough. I think to myself.

“Thanks again for the ride!” She says and slowly leans towards me. Her massive tits practically falling out of her skimpy shirt. She gives me a hug. I pat her back awkwardly, feeling her boobs pressing against my chest. Oh god.

“Later.” I mumble.

She gets out the car and walks up her path. I remember when Sheryl was that age. So full of life and energy. Horny every night. Now we’ve got the kids and I cant remember the last night she even tossed me off…

 

“Hey mum!” I say as I get through the door.

“Alright love, how was work? Did Mr Barclay give you a lift again?” My mum replies.

“Yeah.” I say, “Going upstairs got some stuff too do.”

“Okay.” Mum replies.

I get too my room and kick off my heels. Home at last.

I message my boyfriend Harry, Hey baby, I missed you today. What you doing?

Same old. He replies

Oh okay. No luck with job searching then :/

Nope. How was work?

It was fine baby.

Creepy boss stare at your hooha’s again?

Yeah :/ So awkward.. he’s like 50 atleast!!

I’ll knock him out if I see him.

Haha, its fine I don’t mind.

Yeah i’m sure you don’t.

What’s that supposed too mean?

Haha.

What?

I’ve seen what you wear too work. Getting your tits out as much as possible. You love the attention.

Harry101 is offline.

 

She doesn’t understand does she? Thinking she’s secretive. I’ve followed her too work before. She acts like a little slut. I need a mature woman. She’ll do for now though. I start rolling a joint.

Beep!

That’s my phone, Hello, seen ur advert on babysitting website are you still interested in babysittin?

I sigh too myself. Moneys money I guess.

Hey yeah sure I am.

Is £5 an hour okay for a couple of hours tonight?

Yeah that’s fine.

Okay brilliant. thanks love.

She send her address with kisses. Haha, milf or what.

 

“Alright Sher.” Abe walks in the door taking off his tie.

“Hello love,” I give my hubby a kiss, “Did you have a good day? Why are you late?”

“Paperwork. So much paperwork. I’m off out tonight with Dave and the lads.”

I sigh. Of course he is.. I’m glad really. I booked a babysitter tonight so I can go out too.

*

The babysitter arrives shortly after Abe leaves.

“Hey.” The young lad says at the door.

“Hello, please come in. I’m Sheryl.” I say.

“I’m Harry.” He says.

I smile at him feeling awkward. “Do you have much experience with kids?”

“Ive got little brothers.” He smiles,”I’m good with them honest. Go out and have a good night.”

“Thank you love. I’ll just finish getting dressed.”

 

I was right when I thought she was a milf. She’s sexy as. For a old bird I mean. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder if she’s got a bloke. I sit on the sofa and flick through the channels.

A few moments later she comes downstairs. Wow!

I stand up.. “You uh.. Um..” I stammer.

She laughs, “Do I look alright?” She asks me.

I stare at her, “You certainly do.” Her tits are bulging out of a tight, black, shiny dress. She looks incredible yet so mature. “Where are you going?”

She stands in front of me, then her smile turns into a frown. “Nowhere.” She says. She sits on the arm of the sofa.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“Not really. I was going too follow my husband out tonight. He keeps being secretive. Late home from work, and out more than usual wearing his best aftershave..” She admits.

“Oh.” I say. I listen to her talk about her husband for a while. She seems really sad. “If I was your boyfriend. I’d never leave you alone. You’re so fit.”

“Oh..” She smiles and blushes slightly, “Thank you Harry..”

I stare into her eyes and she stares back, then I lean in and kiss her.

 

His lips are so smooth.. What am I doing!? I push him away, “What are you doing!?” I shout.

“I thought…”

“Well you thought wrong! Get out!” I shout.

He picks up his jacket and shuffles out the front room. I sit down on the sofa for a moment and touch my lips. What a thrill…

“Harry?” I call out. I hear him rush back to the room.

“Yes mam?” He says.

I walk over too him slowly, grab his ass. And stick my tongue in his mouth. We fall onto the sofa and our clothes slowly come off. He’s so gorgeous. I want him so bad… “Fuck me.”

 

I’m chatting away to the taxi driver about all the grandchildren, “This ones Owen.. Oh and this is Laney oh she’s lovely, she’s my oldest grand daughter, Bethany’s daughter…”

“Very good Mam. That’ll be £12 please.” He says.

“Oh we’re here already brilliant.” I say. I hand him £15, “Thank you love, keep the change!”

He gets out my bags and I walk down the pathway too my daughters house, the door is slightly open! Strange. I walk in and the house is silent, I hear a faint scream from the living room, throw my bags down and run in.

“Sheryl?” I say, in shock.

“Mum?!”

 

Written for, 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/writing-challenge-shoes/

A second chance ? – Short story.

I was with Road again tonight, it feels like he’s getting fed up of me. It was quiet except from the faint howl of trees in the wind. I break the silence;

‘How many days have we shared now?’

‘Many.’ He replies.

‘Are you getting fed up of me?’ I say quietly.

‘Sometimes. You’re messy. When you’re Blackberries go rotten, you throw them in the gutter. You shake your goods too any passer by.’

‘I’m sorry, I take advantage.’ I say sympathetically.

‘Fault is not yours.’

‘It is. I get into the same situation but you always take me back.’

‘Happens.’

‘Too me more than anyone else. I don’t see you letting anyone else on you.’

‘For me, there’s only one.’

‘That’s really sweet.’ I say sadly, feeling guilty.

‘Don’t be sad. Road is fine.’

Its darker now that night has fallen. I decide too go to bed, its been a long day. Lots of business.

 

Moments later, I awake. I cant even recall dropping off. I hear voices and turn around.

My heart stops.

Road is with someone else.

I stay as still as possible to hear them, its windy and I cant help but shake slightly;

‘I’m so glad you’re here for me.’ a female voice says.

‘Always.’ Road replies.

‘You’re so handsome. You’re flawless. The best road around.’

‘You make me blush.’

‘Thank you for keeping me stable.’

‘Pleasures mine. For me, there’s only one.’

I run out and see the female voice is tree. Tree. How dare she? How dare Road.

‘Road! How could you?’ I shout.

‘Berry? Its not what it looks like.’

‘It certainly looks like something to me.’ I cry.

Road sighs, ‘I’m sorry you had to find out like this.’

I laugh. ‘I can do better than you.’

‘I know you can, that’s why I leave you my little Berry bush.’

I turn away.

‘Berry. Tree is different. She never leaves me. You leave me for anyone that will have some of you. You change everything about you. Tree stays the same apart from hair trim now and again.’

I feel the street lights glaring at me. I feel embarrassed.

‘I hope you’re happy.’ I hiss at tree. She laughs smugly. I despise tree. When she gets said, ‘Hair trim.’ She leaves her shit all over the place, all over my berries.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t have taken advantage of Road. I think he’s brilliant. A real keeper, he’ll be around for as long as I live and as will I too him. But you? You’re just a bush. Someone will remove you when they realise you’re good for nothing. Or you’ll die and rot away.’

 

I turn away. I look at the garden behind me. Flowers and Weeds are trying not too stare. Grass sympathizes, ‘We’re here for you. You were good too road at times. Flirty with some. But good too him. Never went with anyone else. We’re here for you.’

I appreciate it. But she’s wrong. I was terrible too Road. I don’t deserve him. I was constantly bugging him asking him questions, telling him too take me places. I feel my twigs curling, and some berries drop off. I shrink smaller and smaller. My beautiful green leaves turn too brown. Tree was right. I’m dying. I’m just a measly little blackberry bush that nobody cares about.

 

The next day a little boy is playing on Road. He runs over to Berry. ‘Oh.’ He says sadly.

‘What’s up Jamie?’ A lady says.

‘The blackberry bush Mum, it’s all brown.’

‘Oh what a shame.’ She says inspecting Berry. ‘I know Jamie, lets go get a shovel and scoop it out. We’ll try and plant it in the garden and nurse it back too health.’ She smiles.

‘Oh yeah! Great idea mum!’ The boy says.

 

A few months later, its a calm, sunny day and the boy is kicking a ball in his garden. He takes some berries off the healthy bush him and his mum planted. The bush shakes. He looks around, and shrugs.

‘Hey mum.’ The boy says, ‘Want some berries? There pretty tasty.’

‘Thank you Jamie.’ His mum smiles.

‘You know mum, I could have sworn that blackberry bush said thank you a minute ago.’

His mum laughs, ‘Oh Jamie, you’re a nutter.’