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[monique_minx]

My Favourite Word

The SRP Lounge's Vocabulary List!! Add to it!

 

[ShyMystica]

*slips in quietly and gives Minxy a warm hug*

I know I don't know what is going on really, but I wanted to give you a hug. I won't give you any mundane bullshit words on how crap life can be at times. But I will give you all the hugs you need to get through it all.

Be safe until it passes though. I don't want you to get hurt.

*hugs her again gently before slipping back out*

 

[monique_minx]

Thanks Shy I'm all good now. Just a rough patch is all.

And I've started reading...

Adam's Rib - Writers: Marauder13 and ShyMystica

Yeah, well I gotta find out what happens next now don't I?! I've gotten a few good laughs out of this so far, it's quite funny to put a shy, naive young virgin of a woman in some embarrassing situations and best of all, the title is completely misleading because Adam's Rib is actually the name of a Whorehouse!

I look forward to whatever comes next!

 

[monique_minx]

*Bumps the dust off the thread, coughing and spluttering*

Fuckin' hell! Well I know I've been away...

Shiiiit!

*Giggles*

Thread ideas coming soon.

I gotta put my brain on paper first!

 

[monique_minx]

Base Camp November

For all her appearance; Joan Brenner was the average 25 year old woman. She lived alone as her family had been killed in a car accident just after her 18th birthday and she inherited a great deal of money as a result which would come in handy in more ways than one! She had spent most of the last 5 years lying on a psychiatrist’s couch pouring out her soul and feelings in an attempt to treat the blackouts that had plagued her since the car accident. These were not the average three day blackouts people tend to have, in fact Joan’s were more likely to last three months at a time and while she had adjusted to it in some ways; she was still a complete wreck and was completely unable to lead a normal life.

Lieutenant Anna Cross could not have been more different to poor reclusive Joan. Anna was outgoing, bright and friendly with many of her army buddies claiming they could count on her for anything. Every so often she would be called in for training at a secret military camp; codename: November. Camp November was secret for good reason as the soldiers that trained and occasionally resided within its boundaries were the elite of the world and came from all over the globe. At the annual war games, Anna would discover the man to watch her back, front…sides and all! After that she would forever check the schedule in the hopes that she might get to spend even 24 hours with him.

However while Anna knew all about Joan Brenner, she remained blissfully unaware of Anna. The differences between the two women were clear but they also had some interesting similarities. For instance; they were both extremely fit and athletic, they both had the same taste in men, they were both highly intelligent and neither of them had any living relatives.
The problem?
These two women were in fact; one and the same.

During the missing months of Joan’s life; Anna was training at Camp November though Anna’s friends did not know her secret anymore than Joan did.
How was this possible?
The car accident that killed Joan’s family was in fact no accident at all. It was the government’s solution to foreseeable recruitment problems in the future. Joan was abducted not long after her family died and had her first ever blackout. Government scientists implanted a microchip deep inside her cerebellum and when it was activated; so was Anna Cross.

One day the chip malfunctions and it appears that Anna has been lost forever but the government refuses to give up one of its best. They send out a retrieval team to pick up Joan Brenner, the team is selected of those who the government believes have never had much contact with Cross. Due to the secret nature of their relationship, her lover is selected for the team but knows nothing of Joan. Will he bring her in to get Anna back or will he try to help the unknowing Joan?


~Came up with this in an hour with some assistance from my dear sister! I love this idea very much, would so love a great male writer to write it with!~

Thinking I might rerun this thread idea since it died in the ass not long after its conception so this one is up for grabs!

 

[monique_minx]

A Thought Which Rapidly Became A Work In Progress...

“One. No wait, by now, I must have done at least half a dozen loads so let’s call this…seven!” Nicole Hatfield said to herself as she emptied the lawn mower catcher into a huge pile in the empty lot neighbouring her own home, “Why am I talking to myself?” She said to no one in particular as she trudged back toward her own yard.

“Oh yeah, right, cause no one else is here.” Nicole said as she wandered inside the gate and handed the catcher back to her father. The 23 year old woman could not have been more wrong for someone, other than her father, was in fact; listening to her quite intently.

Nicole took a sip of her third beer of the evening, it was a brilliant sunny afternoon and the temperature was quite nice for an Australian summer. Of course, it was what one would expect following a week’s worth of rain!

“Ah, damn it!” Her father cursed high over the sound of the lawn mower and Nicole made her way over to investigate the problem - with her father, it was always some kind of problem.

“What’s wrong old man? Lawn mower too good for ya?” Nicole giggled, giving her father a friendly ribbing that the four stroke lawn mower she’d just bought him for Christmas was much too powerful for him to handle.

“Ha-ha.” He said dryly, gesturing to the lawn the mower had just rolled over which was covered in shafts of white something or other.

“What’d you do? Kill a fuckin’ goose?!” Nicole laughed.

“Want a kick up the bum?” Her father said with a smirk.

“We’ve been over this, you can’t lift your leg that high.” Nicole grinned and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, proving her height at a nice 5”8’ while her father stood a mere 5”6’ - in her mind, it was enough and the going joke of their household.

“You just watch it miss.” Her father beamed at her and shrugged back at the white litter, “I ran over a bit of paper, didn’t see it. Shouldn’t do any harm though.” He gestured to the mower, however, it did harm to someone watching the scene from afar…

~ II ~​

High above the scene, a rough 10,000 feet to be exact; hovered a man watching the pair on a video screen through satellite imagery, his teeth were set in a continuous grind of frustration and he spoke through his headset to the pilot of his small craft.

“Take us down, take us down now!”

The pilot nodded as he looked over his shoulder and into the icy glare of the Major’s eyes, they were not looking at the pilot, however, but staring intently at the screen before him - at Nicole and her father.

The pilot answered in lieu of the Major’s gaze, “Yes Sir.” With that, the chopper banked left, losing altitude with it’s yaw.

The Major’s gaze tore from the screen to look to the floor of the helicopter where a bloodied body dressed in similar black combat fatigues as the Major, lay dead.

“You just had to fucking complicate this, didn’t you Jackson?!” The Major snarled at the dead man named ‘Jackson’ for a moment and then returned his scrutiny to the SAT-NAV screen.

~ II ~​

On the ground, Nicole’s father was preparing to go over the white fragments of paper with the lawn mower again when a loud ‘WHAP!’ whistled through the air and caused Nicole to look around in bewilderment.

“Wha-” Was as far as Nicole got before her father stumbled backwards and a further two loud ‘WHAP!’ sounds echoed through the air.

Nicole’s eyes widened in shock as her father fell to his knees and then on his face with the second whistled sound.

“DAD!” She screamed in horror and ran to his side, thinking it was his bad heart that had caused him to fall on his face.

But as Nicole reached his side and rolled him over, she knew with a sickening lurch before she ever saw his face that he was dead; and that it was not his heart as she first thought.

Indeed, Nicole found herself to be correct when she saw her father’s mouth seeping blood, “Dad? Dad!” She repeated over and over while tears flooded down her cheeks and she pressed her hand to his stomach where several bullets had sunken in to rip his viscera to shreds.

“DAD!!” She screamed at him while rocking him in her arms violently, unaware of the impending danger she was in.

“Please…please wake up dad. Come on, don’t do this! Don’t you fucking do this, you son-of-a-bitch! Please…wake up…” Nicole cried, “Somebody help! Charlene! ” She screamed, unable to tear her eyes from the limp body of her father, “Somebody please!”

Nicole looked up for the first time since she’d come to grab her father and found herself staring down the barrel of a SIG-SAUER pistol, beyond that, stood a man dressed entirely in black combat fatigues, holding the gun steady and dead to rights with the centre of her two eyes.

“Who are you?” She whispered, sniffing back the mucus in her nasal cavities.

“As of right now, Miss Hatfield, I’m the least of your problems.” Came the thick Australian drawl of the commando, with that, he turned the gun on its butt and knocked the young woman out with it.

As she sagged to the ground unconsciously, the commando rolled her father out of her lap and splayed him out on the ground, carefully positioning his limbs as they would have been if she’d not touched his body. He then dragged Nicole’s wilting body clear of the scene and onto the concrete patio next to the single storey house.

“Sir, this is Rook-1, we are in place. Repeat. We are in place. You are clear to send in retrieval team.” The commando radioed in via a tiny mic set up wirelessly from a headset over his ear.

‘Copy, Rook-1. Retrieval team incoming. ETA, one minute.’ A grainy voice returned in kind.

Within a mere 30 seconds, a large black four-wheel-drive appeared on the simple suburban street, it was followed by two others of similar appearance. The only difference? Their license plates. The first read; Rook-1 while the others followed in number with 2 and 3. Out jumped several heavily armed men in similar fatigues to the commando standing over Nicole in the backyard.

‘Rook-1, 2 and 3. Come in.’ Came another grainy voice over his headset.

“Rook-1.” He replied.

“Rook-2.” Came another voice.

“Rook-3.” Said the third.

“We’re entering the building now. Two men teams via both gates and the front door.” Said the voice.

“Copy.” Said the first commando, followed quickly by 2 and 3.

Stealthily, the black squad entered the home; much like a bomb squad would to any neighbour watching; however, in the middle of a Monday, it was unlikely that anyone was home and indeed; the satellite’s thermal imagery had suggested that no one within a two block radius was currently occupying their residence. The commando’s had the street.

The two man team to enter the side gate and find ‘Rook-1’ first, took up Nicole’s body with care and moved it out through the gate. Similarly, the other two commando’s to enter the second side gate, went through the back door and emerged moments later with another female’s body, Nicole’s younger sister Charlene. The third group returned through the front door with a third body, that of their baby sister - Tamara.

With all three of the young women loaded up in the various vehicles, Rook’s 1, 2 and 3 were clear to move out and return to the respective vehicles with Rook-1 riding alongside Nicole Hatfield’s unconscious form.

“Let’s go.” He said in a commanding voice as the 4WD’s powered up and sped from the suburban home.

In the backyard, days later, the police would find Alex Hatfield shot to death next to his lawn mower with the body of his murderer lying several feet away, a man named Tom Jackson, formerly of the Australian Infantry who lived next door and had apparently gone quite mad, shooting Alex dead in his own backyard with his SR-98. The bolt action Accuracy International rifle, standard issue sniper rifle for the Australian Army. He then took his SIG-SAUER pistol and turned it on himself, it would be put down to a neighbourly dispute where Tom had climbed onto his roof and shot the 50-something man in cold blood.

The police weren’t to know different, the missing daughters of Alex Hatfield weren’t yet accounted for but suspected dead also, probably kidnapped, raped and shot by Jackson. Little did they know…

~II~​

Later, onboard one of three MRH-90 helicopters - Medium Transport/Utility helicopters ordered by the Australian Army to replace their UH-1 Iroquois choppers, Nicole began to stir. To her left sat Rook-1 looking down at the young redhead. When her eyes first opened, they stared into his tinted tactical face mask so her own face reflected in the reinforced plastic. Nicole sat bolt upright and grabbed her head as slivers of pain shot from her brain and down her spine.

“Uhhh fuck!” She groaned.

“Take it easy Miss Hatfield. You have a slight concussion.” Said the man known only as Rook-1.

Her head snapped up and she scowled, “Well of course I have a fucking concussion! You knocked me out with…” She struggled to remember, “…a fucking gun!” Nicole’s face screwed up in confusion, why hadn’t he just shot her?

“That I did. You were never meant to be involved but my orders were to snatch you and I followed ‘em.”

“Snatch me?! You murdered my father!!” She screeched at him, completely ignoring the other 24 commando’s strapped into the inside of the chopper.

“I did not.” Rook-1 said resolutely, quietening Nicole somewhat, “That, was the work of another commando and as the news will tell you; a rogue. It’s all you need to know, he’s dead now.” Rook-1 spat the lie he’d been ordered to deliver and as he did, he hated himself for it.

 

[monique_minx]

Little Revival!

Okay, time to bump this up a little bit!

I did two assignments for my sister in year 12 last year so she could get an A in English hehe! The teacher thought it was so good that she checked to see if they were actually hers with her previous English teacher.

I felt awesome.

Anyways, here's the first one and then I'll post the second.

The Great Gatsby
(A Missing Chapter)​

I had a revelation. The day had begun just like any other but had ended in what would become an affliction upon my life that I might never forget. Choices make the man, my father told me for years as I grew up. I had no sensationalist views on life, I was not out to change the world but I was quick to discover just how profound a change the world would make on me, that she would make on me.

At first she had seemed quite supercilious to me, as though she carried herself with an unblemished supremacy; looking down her nose at the masses. I stepped closer to peer at her face, those high cheek bones bespoke hidden beauty as though she sought to conceal something precious from the Earth. The pallet of her skin defined a grace that told of a complexion devoid of the sun’s touch. Her mandible was of flawless perfection as though sculpted by divine creation itself and those eyes; teemed with such unfulfilled potential and desire. I called her Victoria but even such an exquisite name could not do her splendour justice.

She had telephoned to meet with me in the afternoon at a park not far from my home where we had met on many an occasion. I had decided to walk as the sun began it’s descent beneath the horizon, the crisp, golden beams danced over the pavement and created wondrous shadows that seemed to tell a silent story to me. The gardens loomed nearer and she came into view; stealing breath from my body without so much as a whispered command, Victoria. I stole away and returned to her view for only a moment; capturing flowers which could not define her loveliness; only accentuate it.

The stretch of concrete seemed endless and yet; abrupt upon it’s entry into the parklands. Trees extending into the very Heavens themselves and shadowing the greenery beneath the canopy, the burnt umber of the bark descended into the depths of the soil and the colours bled into each other. Perfect symmetry where the roses touched the daisies and the vines twisted like nature’s net around everything else. The flagstone path was a winding snake, curving every flowerbed and giving the garden path occupant a complete panorama.

I presented her with the fast plucked bouquet, an apologetic smile tainted my lips as her expression seemed to darken when she took them from my outstretched hand. Her lovely mouth open with words to spill but unable to find them for a moment as she gestured me to a sturdy caramel park bench where we had sat together many times over. Her hand draped over my lower thigh then; in a comforting manner which told of someone about to convey bad news.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are truly beautiful but I did not call you for a dalliance in the park or some mere meeting of friends.” She began in a quaint way, her eyes low and seeming to bore a hole through the cement beneath us, her every word penetrated my core and sent a foreboding throughout my body.

“They are speaking about us Nick…”

“Who do you mean?” I asked her with befuddled frustration, her cheeks were brushed with a crimson sheen as if I had somehow embarrassed her with the meagre question.

“Everyone!” Her exasperated tone permeated throughout and left me to wonder what and why, “The townsfolk are all speaking of marriage and all sorts of things! It’s all over the place, gossip is declaring we’re going be wed! I cannot leave my house anymore.”

I would not have believed it if the words had left the lips of any other. Victoria had been my good friend for the longest time, I would have thought we could withstand the winter. I was to find myself very wrong. She stood and I was left to look up at her while she shook the life from me; the hope from me and the colour drained from my face.

“This has to stop. We are friends, you and I, but not more than that. I hope you understand why we can no longer be close Nick, we are not of the same breed.” She spoke in an apathetic tone, meticulous and cold until at last she was finished and so was our friendship, Victoria turned on her heel as the last drop of sunshine faded from the world and the night finally fell on me.

I sat alone on that very bench for hours and watched as the world passed me by, the evening seemed almost deafening in it’s silence as the culpable awareness of being utterly abandoned overcame my every sense. The fog lifted ostensibly in that quiet period of time and the answer became rather obvious; a new beginning.

Before I knew it, the wheels of the car turned and crunched over the dark gravel driveway and I realized I had spent my drive home autonomous with my thoughts. I stepped from my vehicle and decided Victoria was best left in the past, my future was still ahead of me in West Egg.

 

[monique_minx]

Lady Macbeth's Monologue
(A Missing Scene from Macbeth)​

Prior to Lady Macbeth’s suicide, she speaks to herself in her bedchamber.

In sooth that this affliction most foul hath been wrought upon my person by unsightly fiends of the midnight hour. Prithee! Sweet heavens that forsake me in such contemptuous silence, leave me not to the darkest of fates!

Repent! I do.

Confess? I shalt not.

To hell? I will go.

And heaven? I shalt not know.

I lay this to my heart, that which my dearest husband will never be privy to. My breast pales, I walk into the arms of Hades without tribute, for my Macbeth hath become no man but a murdering minister!

Hold! Hold!

His ears hear me not!

Prithee, peace!

His eyes see me not.

Thine visage is not known to me; husband. Lost to the blackest breast of Hecate and visions thou should see not!

I have blood where I should not, I dream restlessly and will again should sleep find me this night. It will not and no longer shall it plague me. I am infirm of purpose! May Hades devour me! By your leave good sorcerer! Take me unto thine inky depths! I succumb to the power of the fates and I shall suffer as Macbeth’s victims hath suffered, hereafter.

Here I stand, a good strong woman for all appearances and yet, I am stricken by unseen malevolent forces! I am devoid of passion while my lover leaves my bed cold. A woman worn of life and unsexed by her husband, he shalt see me only as he would see his general - as an advisor or perhaps a supportive friend.
No longer as a woman.

Away with your tidings of good fortune!
I care not! You will kill again Macbeth, you need me not.
To do away with all that might threaten you or to be immortal?

I will not live to see thine end, good husband.
Timely it will be.
Your overconfidence shalt be thy folly!
A man not born of a woman may find you wanting.
The end cometh for us both.

Am I to stand to see his fall?
I pray thee tell me Lord!
I find myself at an impasse of faith. A crisis I have to blame on no one but myself.

I take thee at thy silence and fall on bended knee to plead for dutiful mercy that I might be swept up in a deathly chariot of swift occupation.

At last my mellifluous repose I shall find.
With noose of hemp, tightly woven.
Taken unto my throat to break bone like so many shards of fashionable glass shattered to the floor beneath feet that drag limply.
That leaves a line of crimson evidence on taut skin, ashen and drained.

I cannot live with such a tormented conscience any longer!
The regrets I hold within my breast grow with enormity, elephant size, grey and bitter.
A deep sadness surrendered to the two I framed for murder and Macbeth hath slain them not long after! An unplanned fate for such innocent servants.
May Banquo find you a beleaguered symphony for his fate, Macbeth, my love.
So much that you did not ask me and sayest to another, you would keep such terrible plans within your heart husband. I know you no longer and hereafter, you will know me not at all.

Like ice, you leave me. I entreat thine heart for love that lingers no more and search thine eyes for a man who dwells deep within but never surfaces.

Hold! Hold!

Return to me, prithee!

You never do and you will not. You leave me without choice and as a bird must leave a nest when it is grown, so to must I leave you, in some fashion.

This madness hath stolen my mind, taken from me all that it might!
It turns and twists all things, all is not as it seems and my thoughts have become a mass of confusion.
This ailment hath devoured me, engaged my body for its use and I am lost to it. Without exit it hath left me, I must find my own.
Macbeth shalt meet his maker someday also and be trialled for his crimes, I see a great retribution shalt cometh for him. Witches and Hecate, no devil worshippers will save him from that fate!

I mightn’t make order of my mind but I can easily see the order of my husband’s. He shalt fall by some sword, a blade that slices the black heart of him as though it were not more than the simplest bread knife through butter!
How I loathe you dear husband!
For all you have made of me, for all your ambition sweet Thane of Cawdor and this is what hath become of your queen!
A hollow shell that you yourself hath carved of a lady and turned into ashes, to nothing.

I forsake you as God shalt!
Hecate will take you unto the fiery caverns and forsake you also!
You shalt see this husband, you will know it as I know it.

The end is nigh.
No, the end is now.
Anon.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hi M_M - I noticed fuckmeat on your list. I agree she's a great writer! I am new here and she has kindly let me do a thread with her. I was looking at her others to get an idea of her "style" and found your list of threads (on which she has a few).

Don't know if I could read as many as you do thought. Great effort

 

[monique_minx]

*Bumps the dust off the thread so that I might find it soon when I have need of it*

Thank you kindly Fish Tales, I agree, she is a fabulous writer and a great friend. My apologies for not having replied sooner, I'd hope you're finding your thread with her an absolute delight by now.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Welcome back cum dumpster! Missed you darlin.

 

[monique_minx]

To my dear friend FD, sorry Slag Fucker, life got in the way of my return again

Just wanted to leave everyone a note to say I've not vanished, just caught up in work and uni and giving my Sir the time he deserves from me. As well as having part time custody of his two children and trying to start a family of our own.

That's right people! Minx and Execution_Style are going to start trying for a baby next month!

Just what we need in our house, right? Lol!

In any case, I don't know what the future holds and if I post then I post but I'm not making any promises.

Oh and we went to a play party! It was fantastic! Ex_Style learned new rope ties, learned how to use a flogger from a pro, I got the shit smacked out of me and modelled for a fetish shoot

AWESOME!!!

What a way to spend new years eve right? I didn't even know it was midnight, I was lost to my breathing, locked in stocks while getting my ass flogged and then the Mistress of the household says, "What a way to bring in the new year! Flog her ass!"

I snapped out of it and Ex_Style hit me three times successively, "Happy! New! Year!"

I might come around to chat now and then but I'm just dropping a little note for now, be sure to leave me something in return

 

[monique_minx]

*Bumps this thread to ensure all my friends see the above post*

 

[Britwitch]

runs in to tackle hug the Minx

 

[monique_minx]

runs in to tackle hug the Minx

Omfph!!

*Is tackle hugged and giggles*

I think a whole pile of Britwitch just landed on me!!

 

[Britwitch]

Omfph!!

*Is tackle hugged and giggles*

I think a whole pile of Britwitch just landed on me!!

nods before giving a tight hug

How's you Lady?
Awesome, awesome, news about trying for a baby...wishing all the very best for that adventure...

 

[monique_minx]

nods before giving a tight hug

How's you Lady?
Awesome, awesome, news about trying for a baby...wishing all the very best for that adventure...

I's good Woman, how bout yourself??

And thanks you muchly, we can't wait to start trying, I've just started taking preconception vitamins giving our baby the best chance possible!

 

[ShyMystica]

Mini Minxlette's! How exciting!

I am absolutely thrilled for you and your partner, Minxy. I hope it all goes well for you both.

 

[monique_minx]

Mini Minxlette's! How exciting!

I am absolutely thrilled for you and your partner, Minxy. I hope it all goes well for you both.

Hehehe thanks Shy!
We hope so too, I'll give you guys regular updates, including when I actually manage to get pregnant

 

[Execution_Style]

we cant wait ;D

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Minx, that's great to hear! I am glad things are working out for you guys and I hope that it continues to go so well. No worries about the thread, I've sort of stopped writing so it's all good.

Congratulations!

 

[monique_minx]

Minx, that's great to hear! I am glad things are working out for you guys and I hope that it continues to go so well. No worries about the thread, I've sort of stopped writing so it's all good.

Congratulations!

Thanks FD though I'm sorry to hear you've stopped writing. Me? I know I've hit a huge block with RL taking over but I still refuse to say I am gone for good or have stopped entirely, I don't think that's possible for me. I just have a lot going on (obviously) lol!

 

[monique_minx]

New Thread!

This idea and introductory post is courtesy of Veroe who gave me this idea as his gift when he left the thread we originally started together. thank you my darling friend.

The Black Rose Society - With Execution_Style

The Black Rose Society have a unique initiation process and to infiltrate the fifth circle of it to kill the man who murdered his wife so viciously, Morgan needs Remming's assistance to learn how to be some brutal, uncaring monster with regards to April Danavere.

 

[monique_minx]

*Bumps dust*

Gonna need this a bit later some editing required lol!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

*Bumps dust*

Gonna need this a bit later some editing required lol!

Slips in to hand Minx a duster.

You might need it!