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    At the feet of a Dying Giant
    At the feet of a Dying Giant
    At the feet of a Dying Giant
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    At the feet of a Dying Giant

    By Stanley G. Ray

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    This is a short tale about the early years of a man`s life. His name is Grey ; a prideful hedonist with a taste for drugs, sex and violence.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStanley G. Ray
    Release dateOct 27, 2014
    ISBN9781310070075
    At the feet of a Dying Giant
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    Stanley G. Ray

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      At the feet of a Dying Giant - Stanley G. Ray

      At the feet of a Dying Giant by Stanley G.Ray

      © 2014 Stanley G.Ray distributed by Smashwords

      PART I : COLD MORNINGS

      CHAPTER 1 : The Self-loathing Slacker

      I turn around in bed, trying to get more comfortable and to clear my mind. I have no idea who I am. I used to think that I was like water, constantly changing, never staying the same for long. Now I realize I`m more like smoke, wind blowing through me, slowly but surely evaporating me completely into thin transparent air. The difference is slight, really. This is the fourth time I wake up this morning. I've been snoozing for a while so that I don’t have to actually get up and deal with that damned biology exam I should be taking today. I don't really care about passing and I'm not proud of that. I guess I have never had that much interest in school, even though I love to read and learn new things. Nope, I don't care. The real problem is how disappointed my parents will be. I am pretty sure that they are getting tired of my shit constantly landing in their laps.

      I'm not sure how I got where I am. I am stuck in this old, dirty room with no curtains. It smells vaguely of potato chips and unclean socks. The floor has splinters everywhere and there are naked holes in the walls showing me the pipes of the building. At least the rent is somewhat cheap.

      I lay in bed, awake, waiting for the alarm to go off again.

      I think to myself 'God, or whatever entity supposedly exists, I am such a little shit...'.

      I also think there might be some drug-related brain damage, because I can`t seem to do anything right. I am kind of just rotting away. Feeling unnatural, like a plastic bag in the forest.

      There is some invisible issue that haunts me, and I am going crazy trying to figure out what it is. My exam starts in 20 minutes and I`m still at home watching television and touching my junk from time to time. Guess I`m not going. I know it`s irresponsible, and I would really like to give a fuck but I can't. Could the invisible issue be that I'm being really irresponsible right now?

      Nah.

      This is the third time I fucked up my exams. Maybe it`s not meant to be? It could also be that I`m just a lazy dickhead.

      Tomorrow is Friday. I guess I could go see the pretty girl next door. Actually, I should not show myself around people right now since I feel like shit in the mud and I was pretty rude to her last time I saw her. I was pretty high on coke and kept yelling at her to get the fuck out of my room for some reason. Fucking idiot...

      On another note I`m passively shitting my pants over a possible encounter I might have with this half-psycho drug-dealer. We used to hang out together a while back. Smoking weed, stealing beers and our favorite activity; smoking on the porch while we judged people that walked by. I didn’t exactly leave on a good note though. A certain work-proposition got thrown my way, and I'm just not willing to give up life as a normal member of society.

      Normal is a pretty loose term here since I have done some questionable stuff but they were done out of chaos and idiocy, not of premeditated professionalism. I'm not saying I didn't consider it, but I much rather want to try a legal profession first.

      This guy is a mean son of a bitch though; hope I never see him again. It's one thing to have fun, but I fear I might really get into the business side and go completely off the rails.

      Noises, shadows and such freak me right the fuck out of my mind and right into the fear-soaked gutter of my own consciousness. I get out of bed and look around the room, somehow expecting it to be different from last night. It's freezing in here, the air is sharp. As I try to put my clothes on slowly, my phone rings. I put my shirt on and calmly pick it up.

      Hello. I say slowly, in the low voice that says this better be really good because I was out last night and I don't need any shit thrown at me this early in the morning since my head feels like it is literally going to explode.

      Hey… a girl’s voice, don't know her but she sounds like she regrets making this call. I swear, if this is a telemarketer...

      She continues It`s Kate, from the club last night? God, you probably don`t even remember me… she says with a cute little laugh at the end.

      Why is she calling me in the morning?

      Kate! How could I forget? What`s going on, beautiful? I usually give out a lot of numbers, so when someone actually calls back it's really hard to know if I'm excited about this or not. I drink a lot.

      I talk with her for a while and we end the conversation on a high note. I look at the time and realize its in the middle of the day. I throw the phone on the dirty pile of clothes lying next to my bed. I roll up a sizeable joint and fall asleep after smoking it.

      Dreams are much better when you're high.

      What feels like two minutes later, but in reality is probably a couple of hours later, I hear the phone ring again. I pick up, somewhat dazed and startled. It`s Kate. I smile and tell her to wait for me by the door. I slide the weed under the bed and go outside to greet her.

      As I open the door, I smile at her. She really is beautiful. It feels like just by looking at her, I know that this life offers lots of joy. Crime, exams, death... None of these things concern me anymore. This girl removes those things.

      Hey there, come on in. I say to her.

      One thing led to another and we make out. She is really slow to get into it and we cuddle even before we start having sex. A little weird, but I don't mind.

      I can feel she had been hurt somehow, that she needs some comfort. She holds around me tightly and i gently place her down on the bed and we start taking off our clothes. I'm on top of her and we just grope each other gently and kiss and then I'm inside her. She thrusts upwards and grinds against me, while I lick her ear and grab her boobs. Heavy breathing coming from both our mouths.

      Actively breathing heavily, even when not at the appropriate level of arousal, enhances pleasure both mentally and physically.

      I get up and turn her around. She pushes her ass out towards me, and i grab her by her breasts and force her into an upright position while I enter her slowly. Play with her boobs for a while, then grab her by the throat and gently massage her clit. I can feel she is about to come. Her pussy tightens around my dick as she moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear. They can probably see us as well, since there are no curtains on this dirty window anyway. It becomes increasingly difficult to both be inside her and flick her clit, so I just lay her down and grab her hair to maintain balance. She starts shaking and screaming into the pillow and jumps off me. I lay next to her for a while, trying to calm her down as she is shaking and laughing. It is these moments that make me feel like a man. What else do I need? Besides a drink of course.

      Why do the exam when I can do this lovely woman instead? She laughs a lot and then starts blowing me. I don't need to go into detail here though, let's just say she cuts through the bullshit and goes to town. Nice.

      A cumshot on the cheek later, few words are spoken between us, as we lay here in bed.

      Feet entangled her head rests on my shoulder. Time is standing still, and silence fills the room. I feel like maybe she wants me to say something, but no words are really needed. Her eyes are slowly flickering around my body, never resting more than a second on my eyes. Our eyes meet and I see something deep within her that is for some reason unexplainable. A connection beyond sex, even though all we have been doing so far is fucking. I might still be high.

      She moves closer, tightening the space between us. I brush her hair lightly, slowly. I don't want to stop. I feel like both are harboring a secret wish of staying in this room just a while longer. A desperation none of us reveals, yet both feel within the other. My heart is uneasy, but at rest. She whispers in my ear. She tells me her fears. She asks me about the scar I have on my chest; a small symbol, which some believe to

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