Rose and Violet were rational girls. When they discovered they each had similar feelings for Harvey they decided to settle it with a friendly bout of arm wrestling. The winner would receive full rights to Harvey and have free reign in determining what pleasures to obtain from him. Harvey watched from the cupboard, lips trembling with tense titillation. He knew them both well and wondered now what would happen when the winner took charge of him. He wasn't a powerful man, by no means. Each one of them could wrestle him to the ground with one hand bound behind her back, as he had discovered the time he tried to tie them up. "That's what I get for avoiding sports all my life," he thought to himself. Rose and Violet, on the other hand, paid close attention to their physical fitness, attending the exercise studio twice a week, and softball on Sundays. He struggled to look up from the system of ropes constraining his motion. The match was a draw. That made him shudder. Weaklings should never juggle girlfriends, and he had cheated on both of them, which came to light when he accidentally mixed up their names. With Solomonic wisdom Rose and Violet decided that each would get half of Harvey. They smiled at the prospect of tearing him in two with their bare hands.
Story #204
Note: This is the prequel to the Harvey set (Stories #174 & #175)!
9 comments:
What a way to go, man. It was nice of them to give in to his final wish: they agreed that it would spare their clothes from bloodstains if they took them off before murderizing him.
My best friend is male, and I can beat him in an arm wrestle (much to his embarrasment).
I do work out 5 days a week next to his 'nothing', so what does he expect.
I definitely enjoy your stories. Are you putting together a collection of some sort? Eventually?
Princess Dominique: Coming from an established author such as yourself, that's quite a compliment. I'm happy you like the stories.
This is the entire collection, right here at the blog. My initial goal is to have 360 stories, a nice round number, and then see what happens.
Ah yes, poor, poor Harvey... he should have been smarter and dated girls with the same name... no danger of mixing them up. That'll teach him... or not.
Guess he'll learn his lesson when hell freezes over. ;-)
Interesting Post. I'm the author of Roses are Thorns, Violets are True. Rose and Violet are twins and due to Rose's selfishness, there's sibling rivalry.
Thanks for stopping by Sheila! That book sounds interseting, especially for an only child like myself who can only vicariously ponder sibling relationships.
I'm not sure why I thought of these particular names. Maybe they were subliminally suggested by the colors of the girls' tops. I was trying to work out two names that were annagrams for each other, but couldn't find anything catchy.
I wrote a poem once:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
If this poem were shorter
It'd be a haiku
Eek.
I like your poem.
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