The Gift of True Light

[CharmedFan28]

Great conclusion! I am glad Russell and Gilead were able to safetly escape the police and get home. I hope there is more of these two in another story to come but if that is it, it was a good ending.

 

[ChrisGibson]

I can definitely say there is room for more stories with all of these characters and most of them will show up again somehow somewhere? Where would you like to see them next?

 

[CharmedFan28]

I can definitely say there is room for more stories with all of these characters and most of them will show up again somehow somewhere? Where would you like to see them next?

Maybe finishing high school or going to college.

 

[LoveMyPeppermill]

PART FOUR

Russell woke that morning. He opened his bedroom door and walked out into the hallway of the second floor of Our of Mercy. The Blessed Virgin, all white and plaster, was riding a ceramic cow, and she had just lassoed Jason Lorry. Behind her came Dean Mercer dressed as Henry the Eighth, followed by Jeff Cordino in black hose and cape, a and feather hanging from his hat. The cow tipped over as Mary hopped off of it and, like a little Russian doll the cow opened to open to open to reveal smaller and smaller cows until a little wind up car, like the ones he’d found in Happy Meals as a child, only with Ralph Balusik’s head in it instead of Hamburgler’s, was all that was left. Russell stepped forward now, picked up the little wind up car and said, “Screw in a lightbulb, bitch.” As he twisted the key on the back of the car, it spurted off going faster and faster, growing larger and larger until it was D.L. Lorris’s station wagon, and Aaron Loft was hanging out of the back of it. Mrs. Story came down the hall smoking a cigarette and saying, “This bullshit, this is just bullshit!” Suddenly Russell had to piss. We whipped out his stiff dick and peed and peed on the floor. It was an aching piss, like he was opening up.
And then he woke up.

I really do love it that Russell Lewis's very first wet dream was not a sexual fantasy but a surrealist fantasia.

 

[ChrisGibson]

I really do love it that Russell Lewis's very first wet dream was not a sexual fantasy but a surrealist fantasia.

It's how it was for me, actually. I can only think about my own dreams--wet or otherwise--and they are always absolutely bizarre. I dreamed of pissing off a giant elephant, and when I woke up, I'd had my first wet dream.

 

[LoveMyPeppermill]

It's how it was for me, actually. I can only think about my own dreams--wet or otherwise--and they are always absolutely bizarre. I dreamed of pissing off a giant elephant, and when I woke up, I'd had my first wet dream.

Wow.
What do you think of that, Dr. Jung?

(I don't think I want to ask Dr. Freud about this one.)

 

[ChrisGibson]

Sometimes, a cigar is just an elephant.

 

[LoveMyPeppermill]

Sometimes, a cigar is just an elephant.